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Jed could have argued with him about some of the prison-camp aspects of post-Disappearance Seattle, but he let it go. ‘Good man,’ he said, as he slapped Cesky hard on the back. ‘That’s the spirit. Question is, though, what are we going to do about it? What are you going to do about it, Henry? The days when we could leave this stuff to the insiders and the beltway crowd are over. Those assholes are gone. Well, mostly gone. There’s a few of them hanging around like farts in a phone booth at the convention, let me tell you. But that just means we’ve got to step up. You have to.’

‘Hey, I’m doing my bit. I’m here, aren’t I!’

‘Yeah, but it’s going to take more than standing around flapping our gums, Henry,’ replied Culver, steering the smaller man into a makeshift alcove formed by a couple of couches. He leaned forward conspiratorially. ‘Might come a time soon when we have to act… How would you feel about that?’

‘What do you mean, “act”? You mean, break some fucking heads? If that’s what it takes, Culver, that’s what it takes.’

‘Oh, I’m sure it won’t come to that,’ said Jed, moving them off again, towards a door connecting two of the hotel suites. ‘There’s no point butting heads with the army. You’ll lose. But it’s good to know, Henry, that if push comes to shove in some other way, we have you and your organisation behind us.’

Cesky stood a little taller and nodded emphatically. ‘Six hundred guys I got on my payroll, Culver. Six hundred families I’m keeping fed and housed and warm at night. I’m fucking proud o’ that, you know. It’s not just about the money or my own family. It’s what I can do for others. You need me to get out the vote – it’s out. You need boots on the street – you got ‘em. They’re my people. They know who looks after them, and they know who’s been trying to take food from their fucking tables, too.’

Cesky frowned and waved his beer at a TV in the next suite. Through a shifting mass of bodies, Culver could just make out somebody on the screen, wearing an army uniform.

‘Mr Culver, Mr Culver.’

He gratefully embraced the distraction. Looking for an excuse to break free of Cesky, Jed craned his head around, searching for whoever was calling his name. Unfortunately, the builder saw the guy first.

‘Over there. Faggy-looking mope.’

Culver saw him straight away then. Aaron Metz from Microsoft. He was attempting to cut a path through the tidal flow of the crowd, and not doing so well. Jed could see he was holding something aloft in one hand.

‘Come on, make a fucking hole, would you,’ shouted Cesky, bruting his way into the crush and virtually hauling the fragile-looking Metz out of it by force. ‘Not you of course, buddy,’ Cesky added, grinning at the Microsoft executive. ‘Wouldn’t want you making free with any holes around me, eh?’

The very obviously gay Aaron was both flustered and grateful, and chose to ignore the upfront homophobia of his rescuer’s comment. ‘Thank you,’ he said. ‘So many people here, Mr Culver. It’s almost as mad as the convention floor. Not that I can get in of course, but -’

‘How can I help, Aaron?’ Jed asked, cutting him off before he started to babble. He’d learned the hard way not to let Aaron Metz get up a head of steam.

‘Oh, Mr Ballmer wanted you to have this, sir, right away, Mr Culver. It’s one of our new smart phones. Well, not ours – it’s an iMate but it runs the Windows Mobile OS. It was still in development, you know, when…’

Culver nodded and waved off the rest of the explanation. ‘Thanks, Aaron. You tell Steve it’s greatly appreciated.’

‘It has some special security features, Mr Culver…’

‘I’m all over it, Aaron. Thanks again. Tell Steve and Bill, I will be in contact, later today.’

Metz looked even more flustered now than when Culver had first seen him. He gushed and flapped around, and even bowed at one point.

‘What a bag of fruit,’ grunted Cesky as soon as he was out of earshot.

‘To each their own,’ said the lawyer, pocketing the smart phone. ‘I’m grateful for their help, Henry. I’m grateful for anyone’s help, given the mess we’re in.’

‘So how come they’re not here, then, those big software guys? You got a lot of corporate types here, Culver. Really heavy hitters, eh? You can’t tell me there’s anyone big enough in this town to put the fucking frighteners on Bill Gates. He’s still richer than God.’

‘You wouldn’t think so, would you,’ Jed replied, but not with enough volume for Cesky to hear him. ‘You’ll have to excuse me,’ he said, a little louder. ‘I have people I need to talk to. Now, as for you, Henry, I can count on you and your guys?’

‘You bet, Culver. I’m not gonna get rolled over and ass-fucked without a fight.’

‘Great. And your family, they’re good? There’s nothing I can do to help out there?’ he asked, studiously avoiding the actual reason Cesky had fronted him – his complaint about getting shut out of city work by the Army Corps of Engineers.