Robyn remained outside in the rain until Al came out. The message from Iris had surprised her, mostly for its cordiality. She quickly sends a note back. >>Thank you, Iris. I am not going to lead him or Calista on. No lies.<<
When Al appears, Robyn makes a soft clicking sound and the Hell Hound rises from the sidewalk and walks with her across the street to Al's car. She puts weight on her cane to help walk. Al makes some space for both of them and she folds her umbrella and climbs in after the massive hound moves to occupy the rear seat. She shakes her umbrella off outside before putting it in the car with her and shutting the door. The smells of old, stale fast food, beer, and cigarettes are pervasive and she smiles to herself as she sits back in the seat. Al is apparently in no mood for chit chat so she sits quietly for the first two blocks. Then, without turning her head, she says, "No lies, Al. Not for you." She pauses to gather her courage, fishing a pack of Lucky Strikes from a pocket and taking two out, offering one to Al. Replacing the pack she draws a large Zippo lighter from another pocket and lights first hers then his before putting it back. She takes a few drags then says, "That missing person is my lover. The name she gave me to call her is Calista, although I know of several others. I met her about a year ago now at a social function we both attended. Something clicked between us and we ended up in bed. It was all perfect for about a month, then she disappeared. Just vanished. It was unlike her and I followed her to the Containment Zone and then to Below. She had been kidnapped by House Valerian and they were torturing her. In my best quixotic fashion I offered to give myself if they would release her. They agreed and I was tortured to almost death. Calista rescued me and took me to a doctor there who patched me up, physically at least. My body was repaired, but my implants were now drek and she took me to another place for them to be repaired and replaced. I was in surgery and recovering for weeks. When I was as good as Dicer could make me they told me that Calista had disappeared right after dropping me off. Several weeks missing. Iris is another of Calista's friends and she helped me try to find her. Classical critical failure so far. Not one hint or clue. Just nothing. We used up tons of contacts and I called in every favor I could. Still nothing."
"Like you. Just fragging like you. I went back to Cambodia after dropping that fragging artifact off with Ling Tse Tau's grandfather. I wanted to tell you how foolish I had been. To tell you that I loved you and that.........well, lots of things. But you were gone. I asked all over the city, even hired a couple of hard men to be my escorts and went to every river bar, dive, and drug den I could find. Nothing. I put money out to every resource I could think of. You keep nothing wireless, but I tried anyway, just in case. I sent queries out to every shipping company I could find. Nothing. Some information would come across my desk every year or so and I would catch a plane to some port or city, wherever the clue was, but it was always a false lead. You remember that beater 'link I bought in Andoung Tuek? It is in a drawer at home, tied to only one comm code; the one I gave you in the note I left you. I look at it almost every day to see if it is still working. It is set to forward to me the only call it can ever accept. So far, it has never rang."
Tears are falling unchecked as she continues, "I know that you had another woman you were staying loyal to and refused to be the person to come between you. Maybe you are still tied. If so, just tell me to push off and I will not bother you. But I want you to know how I feel, just in case you are now available. And I also want you to know that things in my life are complicated right now. You walking into that diner brought back so many memories. I...................I..................I want you, Al. Plain and simple. I love you. I love Calista, too, and there will be some anguish when I find her. But I am a big girl and will work through these things."
Robyn stubs out her cigarette in the overfull ashtray and turns her tear streaked face to Al. "Here is where you say something. Anything. Or perhaps nothing. If this is too much, just stop the car and Al and I will get out and catch a cab. I am sorry if I have spoken out of place, but I wasted eight years of my life because I did not say something back then and I do not want to waste more. I need you to know how I feel, even if you are not in a position to feel the same."