Relaxing in Whistler, former Georgia Gov. Buddy Lassiter, Lea’s former lover, wistfully wants to reconnect:
“Yeah, Boss?”
“Want you to locate Lea Holderness. You know, my school teacher friend from up in that there Frigid Frontier.”
“Sure thing…pluggin’ even as we speak. You’d be pleased, Buddy, at how often we use this here new skip trace program called ‘Gotcha!’ I can probably tell you whether her car’s in the garage or yard, maybe even whether she’s having her period. Sorry, Buddy, no disrespect intended. That’s odd….”
“Don’t fuck with me, Billy Bob! Just gimme what I asked you for.”
“No address in the regular file…. Lemme check the job file under history teachers…. Nothing there either.”
“You try her federal passport number?”
“Just doin’ that Buddy, but don’t forget how many people been tearing them up lately. Besides, opposite her number in the normal file, it just says ‘Transported.’”
“And what the fuck does that mean?” Buddy bellowed into the growing darkness in the general direction of the glowing purple letters.
Apparently, she was sent by one of them religious courts you was bellowin’ about a while ago to a prison colony in northern Russia around them gulags. But I just hacked into relevant Covenant files to see that your lady escaped some time ago. You may know better than me but I’m willin’ to bet she’s finding her way back to America. No idee how that might work but, if she escaped, she must be on the high end of determined.
“Tell ya what, Billy Bob. How ’bout you arrange connections to get me up to where she used to live on the first available plane outta Vancouver in the morning? Something into Syracuse with as few stops as possible.”
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