I told Honeycomb I’d take the case, but could make no promises; she agreed and left. Cassandra apologised for the crosspost – making out it was meant to be to her boyfriend who’d just come online for the first time in a week, but she’d felt bad about abandoning me – and excused herself quickly to take care of him. And then Burnished typed in, “Take my bra off, baby. Take it off now.” Which was, of course, mistake number three.
But how could she possibly suspect that?
There were metaverse
devices that could read the IP address of an avatar’s computer – I had one
myself installed under the desk in my office.
Two avatars with the same IP address would be highly suggestive of them
being one and the same person (sure, one guy could live next door to the other, be jumping on his unprotected
wireless connection and just so happen to be in the same metaverse location at
the same time as him, but the chances of that were about as likely as my
expense claims being met). So far as I
knew, you had to have land rights to install such machinery. Cassandra and Burnished weren’t even staff at
Frederick’s, let alone management. Had
someone invented a new device that could be worn and carried around?
Assuming that Cassandra/Burnished
did suspect Trigger and Gutter to be
the same person, why had she taken one to Dominoe’s and one to a private
residence? Had she come to suspect the
deception before or after we’d left Frederick’s? What would have happened if she hadn’t
suspected a thing?
And what, if anything,
did any of this have to do with Honeycomb’s extortion racket?
But you don’t go ten
years in the business without learning when to recognise the smell of a
lead. Whatever their role was, they were
connected somehow. The question was,
what did they suspect me of and what, therefore, were they trying to get me to
believe?
I logged Trigger out and
brought on another of my alts – Baggage Cardigan, last used eight months
previously to obtain pictures of a notable metaverse celebrity in a not
uncompromising predicament. But, before
I brought him on, I checked I could still connect my laptop to the next door
neighbour’s wireless. It worked, but
only if I put it on the other side of the room.
Good enough. Now we’d see what happened when someone
unsuspected turned up at Frederick’s. I
parked Baggage on the end bar stool with a cigarette in his mouth and a glass
of bourbon at his hand. And waited.
Part five will be published on Monday...
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