George R.R. Martin - One-Eyed Jacks (Wild Cards, Book 8)

Book 8 of Wildcards

Edited by George R.R. Martin

ISBN: 0-553-28852-0

The late-afternoon sunshine warmed them. She lay naked on the bed, hands folded on her stomach, eyes closed. He looked down the outline of her body, trying to hold on to the ecstasy and contentment hed felt with her only moments before. But it was already slipping away. Women kept it a bit longer. Afterglow. But they lost it, too.

You could stay awhile, Jerry said. He tried to make the four words sound like it would be more fun than two people could stand. Not that theyd been pushing the limit in that area lately.

Nope. Veronica opened her eyes and sat up, her long, sweat-soaked brown hair plastered to her face and neck. Jerry hoped it was his technique and not the August heat seeping in. She waited a few seconds, then stood and walked into the bathroom, closing the door after her. Call me a cab.

Okay, youre a cab. Jerry hadnt expected a laugh and wasnt disappointed. He heard her turn on the shower. He pulled on his shorts and walked across the carpeted floor into the next room. A five-hundred-dollar bill was in the top drawer of the mahogany bedroom dresser. Along with a new pair of black silk panties and matching underwire bra with cutout front. It was their ritual. Maybe shed wear the lingerie next time, maybe not.

He picked up the phone and paused for a second, stopping his finger from making a rotary motion. He hadnt adjusted to push buttons yet. Twenty-plus years as a giant ape could do that to you. A cold, sick feeling spread through him. Even Veronica couldnt help when it hit him. He tried hard to push the thoughts away, but that only made it worse when they finally broke through. The world had changed during those years, drastically and unalterably. His parents had moved to Pass Christian, Mississippi, and been killed in Hurricane Camille. Some idiot psychic had told them hed been kidnapped and taken there. The bodies wound up in a tree three miles inland. All the time he was in Central Park Zoo, fifty feet tall and covered with hair. He bit his lip and punched in the numbers.

Starline Cab, said a bored voice on the other end of the line.

Thirteen East Seventy-seventh Street. A lady will be waiting.

A pause. Thats Thirteen East Seventy-seventh. Five minutes. Thank you. Click.

Jerry walked back into the bedroom and stretched out on the bed. The sunshine drove the cold from his skin, but not his insides.

Veronica stepped out of the bathroom. She picked up her clothes and pulled them on in a quick, awkward manner.

Its not against the law for you to stay sometime, he said. We could go out to dinner every now and then. Or a movie.

If its not illegal, I dont bother with it. She turned her back on him to button her blouse.

Yeah. He rolled over on his stomach, not wanting her to see the pain on his face. She could be a real bitch at times. Most times, nowadays.

Sorry She ran a finger down his calf. Ill see what I can work out, but no promises. Im a busy girl.

The intercom buzzed.

Jerry sat up straight. Almost nobody ever visited him here, except Veronica. He ran across the apartment to the intercom and pushed the button. Hello.

Jerry, this is Beth. Ill bet you forgot about the fundraiser tonight. You cant abandon me to all those lawyers and politicians.

Oh, Jesus. I did forget. Hold on. Ill be right down. Jerry walked quickly over to the closet and snatched out a shirt and pants. My sister-in-law. You should meet her. Youd like her.

A lawyers wife? Veronica shook her head. You must be kidding.

You might be surprised. Shes really terrific.

Im out of here, said Veronica, heading for the door. Jerry struggled into his alligator shoes and hopped across the carpet after her. Okay, I love you.

Veronica waved without turning around and closed the door behind her.

Jerry sighed and went into the bathroom. He combed his too-red hair and dabbed on a few drops of cologne. He heard the elevator stop. He waited a few seconds until it headed back down. It wouldnt do for Beth to see him with Veronica, whod probably just say something snotty.

He checked to make sure he had his wallet and keys, then hustled out into the hall and punched the elevator button.

Beth was waiting for him downstairs. She was wearing a floral print shirt and light blue pants. Her blond hair hung just past her shoulders.

Lets get moving, bro. Im double-parked. She grabbed him by the elbow and guided him toward the door. I just saw a cute little brunette number leave. She arched an eyebrow. Anybody I should know?

He did his best to look shocked. Nope. Anybody I should know?

Beth smiled. You could do a lot worse. You probably have too.

A safe bet. Lets go and get this over with.

The ballroom was filled with smoke and noisy, rich Democrats, most of them trying not to appear drunk. Yet. Koch and Jesse Jackson had appeared together earlier in the day to show Democratic solidarity, such as it was. There was a rumor that Jackson might show up to speak, but it wasnt in the itinerary. Jerry hated going anywhere he was required to wear a tux, but Beth had promised him three movie dates in return.

The three of them were the only ones at their table. Kenneth had his arm around Beth, whose shoulders were bare except for the thin straps of her blue silk dress. Jerry was jealous. He and Veronica were never to appear in public together. Veronica had made that much clear.

I cant believe the party nominated Dukakis, Kenneth said. Even Richard Nixon could beat him into the ground.

Bad luckat the convention, Beth said. Hartmann might have had a chance.

Then again he might not. Public opinion on wild cards being what it is. That issue would probably have sunk him. You should be glad youre not a well-known ace. Kenneth stood. Theres a few people I need to talk to. Back in a minute. He kissed Beth on the forehead and made his way into the crowd.

Im not an ace at all, anymore. Jerry took a large swallow of wine. Which is for the best, I guess. Hello, Mrs. Strauss. A young man stood behind Kenneths empty chair. He was tall, blond, and could probably have passed for a Greek god even in good light. Jerry hated him instantly.

David. Beth smiled and motioned to the chair. I didnt know you were going to be here. How nice to see you. Do you know Kenneths brother, Jerry?

No. David extended his hand.

Jerry, this is David Butler. Hes the intern working with Mr. Latham. Even St. John is impressed with him. Has David working all hours.

Jerry shook his hand. There was an almost palpable energy in Davids touch. Jerry withdrew and managed a smile. You do what, David?

Whatever Mr. Latham requires. David smiled at Beth. You look lovely tonight. I cant imagine your husband being foolish enough to abandon you.

Oh, Im well taken care of, David. Beth put her hand on Jerrys sleeve.

David gave Jerry half a glance and drummed his fingers on the table. Id better be going. Mr. Latham expects me to mingle with the heavy hitters. Says it should be good for me. He got up, rolling his eyes. Nice to see you, Mrs. Strauss. David left.

He must be gay, Jerry said. Beth chuckled. I dont think so.

Is he rich, then?

Im afraid so.

There is no God. Jerry emptied his wineglass and looked for a waiter.

You dont need to be jealous, Jerry. Beth adjusted the straps on her gown. Just because hes young, rich, and gorgeously handsome.

Im rich and young, sort of. Jerry hadnt aged physically in the twenty years hed been an ape. Legally, though, he was in his forties.

Feeling sorry for yourself again? Kenneth said, reappearing and sitting back down.

Constantly, Jerry said.

Right. Did you ever contact any of those film people I mentioned your name to? You have talent. Beth and I are both impressed with your abilities.