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Questions an4@anon.lelnet.com Amy sat in the rental with the windows down and the sun roof open, so that her cigarette wouldn't fill the car with smoke. Not that she minded, even though snow was drifting into the car. But the only rental she could get was what had been designated a non-smoking car, a new thing this particular agency was trying. The rental agent had frowned as she'd told her about the policy, and said that as long as she didn't smoke with the windows up, everything should be fine. The snow was typical New England. Folds of white danced every where beyond five yards past the car. The air's crisp and cool quality made for perfect smoking weather. Each inhale was a thing of beauty to Amy, who was nevertheless remaining very vigilant. Not that there was anything to see. The truth was, her objective was inside Crowley Public High School in Calculus class. Fifteen minutes went by. Amy finished the cigarette and the cold coffee she'd bought two hours ago. It had been barely passable warm and was simply rocket fuel now, but she drank it anyway. And then something did happen. She glanced in the rearview and saw a trench coated figuring emerging from the soup behind her car. He walked with the air of a man afraid to be seen. He was late thirties, dark skinned, wearing a grizzled mustache and tight beard of recent growth, salt and pepper. He was sweating even through the snow and his head moved proactively as though he was searching from some ancient, nameless evil. Amy watched him, fascinated. When he stopped just shy of the car, he seemed to relax fractionally. "Get out of the car, Agent Pondress." That put Amy on her guard immediately. The only thing less likely than someone walking out of the snow directly towards her car was someone doing that and knowing who she was. "There's something I want you to see, Pondress." Amy shook her head. Here she was, two hundred miles from her new boyfriend- if you could call three months new- sitting in a rental- out the field where she never expected to be, without a partner. It was too much at much. Much too much. "Get out of the car." The man's voice carried an insistence which was not to be denied. She got out of the car slowly, careful to display her service piece, a late model handgun similar to the ones she was used to seeing on television rather than attached to her hip. The man didn't say a word. Instead, he reached under the wheel well and extracted a small piece of metal half the size of a box of cigarettes. It had a single red light flashing off the top. "Do you know what this is, Pondress ?" "I think so." "Every action you take is being carefully observed. Success in your current assignment is imperative." Amy drew deeply on her cigarette, and then let it fall to the snow covered pavement. She stubbed it out carefully with her sneakered foot. "What do you mean ?' "If you can't discern that, you're not as intelligent as I hoped." "Do you know who requested me on this case ?" "Yes." He didn't offer the information. "Who are you ?" "The only friend you have. As it is, I'm exposing myself to great risk by being here. So I'll make this brief." He reached inside his trench coat and Amy's hand strayed to the handgun. But he produced nothing more than a manilla envelope. It had been sealed shut then torn open at the top, and scribbled on in red pen along the very top on the back. He handed the envelope over without comment. "When I need to, I'll contact you. If I were you, I'd be very careful, Agent Pondress. There are reasons why you weren't assigned a partner." "How do I contact you ?" "You don't. Understand this one thing- you're my tool, not the other way around. I won't allow you to expose me." "Give me a name, at least." "You don't need that information, Agent Pondress." He turned around and stalked back off into the snow without further comment. Amy watched until long after the white folds had swallowed Mr. X. Amy knew why she'd been sent here. Or at least, she'd read the file. Lies. Or at least something was a lie. Supposedly, she was here because the AFT had turned a case which had been referred to the by the FBI back over to the bureau. Everyone knew who Monica Poe was. After all, she'd been on CNN, more than once. In fact, she was a little media darling, the teenage representative of America's lost freedoms. Amy liked her. A lot. Yet she'd been sent here to arrest her, to arrest whoever it was that was selling her cigarettes. Marlboro Lights 100s from Virginia. Interstate crime, if you stretched it the right way. The law was funny that way. But the envelope the mystery man had given her sketched a different- and much more sinister scenario. One which made her glad she was past the tender age of twenty-one. It was unbelievable, what was in this envelope. A plan- a programme- which would use this innocent young woman against her own cause. The attention she had attracted was not all positive. Not at all. There were people, people in high places, who were aghast at how this uppity little smoker could have not only beaten what they avowed to be common sense, but the law which said it was wrong for her to be a smoker. Who the fuck thought Amy would want to be involved in this ? She looked at her watch. Calculus class was over. The school day was over, which meant that Monica would be walking out of school and across the street to the convenience store where she regularly bought her cigarettes. Amy would be there. She would arrest the twenty year old part time college student who sold her the cigarettes and the girl herself. Monica lit her last cigarette. She was walking off the steps, not the least bit worried that someone would confront her for smoking on school grounds. That old rule had been suspended for the duration. It was a weird day. It was cold and snowing, but Monica felt odd, almost hot. Mom said that meant something bad would happen, but that was just some old wives tale Grandma had attached to her hot flashes. Still, Monica wondered. She wasn't a believer in premonitions, but something odd was in the air. She drew on her cigarette and tried to relax. Calculus class had been so boring. When she'd started smoking, she'd been worried that she was going to need a cigarette all the time. That it would be like an addiction. But it wasn't. Instead, she merely found herself looking forward to having a cigarette. It was more of a desire than a craving, which was actually quite pleasant. She walked across the road with the ever-increasing sense that something of import was occurring. She checked twice just before crossing and her eyes were peeled on every car in the parking lot. But there was no danger there. She walked slowly, enjoying her cigarette, savouring each inhale. There was nothing out of the ordinary as she walked into the store. Well, almost nothing out of the ordinary. The woman standing at the magazine rack studying Playgirl was obviously an out-of-towner. She was standing there in her long grayish trench coat, perhaps a reporter- that would be her fault. Monica let it pass. She'd discussed enough of this with reporters to last a lifetime. She strolled up to the counter and smiled at Rebecca, who didn't smile back. That was not ordinary. Were her clothes to burst into flames, she would smile about it. "Can I have a box of Marlboro Lights 100s ?" "ID ?" Ah, Monica understood. Rebecca was having a little bit of fun with her. "Sure. Canadian Passport acceptable ?" "I can't let you buy any tobacco products without ID, Monica." Rebecca then did something truly odd. Bizarre, in fact. She began making faces and pitching her head toward the reporter in the back. It was a wild neck up dance that would have put even Merton Hanks to shame. "I understand, Rebecca. Sorry. Didn't mean to put in an uncomfortable spot. See you at the party tonight ?" "Yeah. Tell your sister I said hi." Monica walked out of the store disappointed. And scared. Rebecca looked at the woman, the woman who'd so carelessly displayed her FBI identification hanging from her belt. "Are you going to buy that magazine or just handle it ?" Amy walked up to the counter and asked for two boxes of Marlboro Lights 100s. She threw down a ten and walked out without waiting for her change. She quickly slipped outside and scanned the parking lot. Monica was halfway across already, her head swiveling furtively from side to side. But she did not turn her head. Breaking into a run, Amy caught up to Monica just before she was going to cross the road. "Monica Poe ?" The girl turned to face Amy, and for the first time she understood that television cameras did her no justice. She was pretty in a way that was hardly adolescent. That she could grow to be a spokesperson, yes- Amy produced her credentials. "Please come with me." "My parents told me never to go anywhere with strangers-" she quipped. "Please, Ms. Poe." "Am I under arrest ?" "No. Not at this time. Come with me." She did as she was asked and as soon as they were in Amy's rental the FBI agent took Monica's backpack and opened it. "It looks like you didn't need to buy a pack of cigarettes after all." "Do you mind if-" "It's a rental. Roll down the windows." Monica smiled. "Maybe that explains why the seat is wet. Had the sunroof open ?" "Yes," Amy admitted, lighting her own cigarette as Monica did the same. "I'll take you home." "I imagine you know where I live ?" "Yes, I do. I wanted to talk to you for a few minutes-" Monica drew deeply on her cigarette. "You really came here to arrest me for buying a pack of cigarettes ?" "I never said that. I'm not at liberty to discuss-" "That is so cool. You were going to arrest me." Sighing heavily, Amy tried to think of the best way to approach this. Monica wasn't your average teenager. She had identified herself so strongly with this cause that she was probably willing to- would look forward to- another nail being stuck in the invisible cross which already bound her to this issue. She had no idea. Mrs. Peabody might not have been clever enough to use her, but the federal government was more resourceful than one bitter woman. "Why don't you buy your cigarettes by the carton ? Or have your mother buy them for you ?" Monica thought about that. Both mom and Ariel had suggested that cartons would be cheaper and more convenient, but the truth was she enjoyed walking into the store every day and buying a fresh pack. "I like the way the act identifies me as a smoker." "You may be one of the most easily identifiable smokers in America, Monica." "Haven't you ever experienced a rush just buying a pack of cigarettes ?" Thinking back to the airport, Amy had to admit the allure of that. The truth was she still bought her cigarettes a pack at a time, for precisely the same reason. Some days she bought two packs, but almost never a whole carton. But it wasn't the same. The danger was gone now. But she thought back to when she was seventeen and buying on the sly. Monica had a good point. "It's not a good idea right now. There are people who- people who want an example." "Then I think they should have sent a non-smoker to arrest me, you know ?" "I don't know why I was chosen, Monica. But this isn't a fight you want to start, because you can't finish it. None of us can. That's the whole point of this." "You're saying I don't want to be a martyr." "I'm saying that they will never allow that to happen. These are very clever people, Monica. They'll bury you in some kind of smoker's Hanger 57 and you'll never be heard from again." "I'm not afraid." Amy smiled. "If you were afraid I never would have been sent here. That's the whole point. Well, we're here. Take care of yourself- and oh- here's my card. My cell phone number is on there." Monica took the card, thanked Amy for the ride, and headed off towards her house. As soon as Amy opened the door to her motel room, she was sure that she was not alone. The sun had set and it was dark in the sparse room, but there was a presence which was undeniable. "I'm disappointed, Agent Pondress." "Maybe if you'd told me why I was sent here-" The body which belonged to the gravelly, ominous voice emerged from the shado ws. "I'm not here to explain myself to you. And I won't come to you again on this matter." "I don't want to arrest that girl." 'You weren't sent here to satisfy your personal wishes, Agent Pondress." "I need to know more." "There isn't any more to know. A lot of trouble was went to in arranging this scenario. If you can't see your way clear to do your job, you can be replaced." "My job stinks." "That's not for you to decide, agent. I admire your lack of trust, but it is sadly misplaced." He walked past her without another word, leaving her to stand in the dark and ponder what it was she was really here in Crowley to do. It was an hard drive to Pederson Flats, two hours in increasingly heavy snow, and Amy spent the whole time wondering at the marvels of the friends one could make over the internet. She arrived at the MacLeod residence around eight-thirty. The house looked dark except for one light in an upstairs bedroom. Walking up to the front door, she was struck by how desolate an area this was. There were no street lights this far off the main road and the only thing one could hear was the sharp gust of the wind through the pines surrounding the old tudor style- mansion was almost the right world. At least she could be relatively sure that she had not been followed. Not here. There was no doorbell. Amy lifted the old tarnished brass knocker and clacked it against the metal knob twice. The sound didn't travel through the thick oak door in a way she could hear. It was almost half a minute before the door swung inward, the hinges creaking slightly. The girl who answered the door looked just like her picture on the internet. She was smoking a Virginia Slims 120, just lit. "Agent Pondress ?" "Tess MacLeod ?" "Yep, that's me. Come on in." Amy stepped inside the house, glad to finally have a real roof over her head. She had a feeling that she would be sleeping here tonight, if Tess's parents allowed it. Hardly standard procedure, but even if Amy hadn't needed the information the girl had, she needed to get of Crowley, what with being stalked by that strange man with his gravelly demagogic pronouncements and his bullying ways. "You planning on staying over tonight, Agent-" "It's Amy. I feel like as well as we know each other, you can skip the formalities. Unless you'd like me to call you Ms. MacLeod. And I'd love to stay over if your parents don't mind." Tess laughed. "My parents picked the perfect time to go to Sandals. St. Lucia. They not only won't mind, they'll never know. You want a beer ?" "I- you are fifteen, right ?" "Yes. I know, I'm not legal. I didn't think you'd mind." "I don't. I'd love a beer." Tess took a deep drag on the long cigarette and began walking towards the kitchen. Amy paused to light a cigarette- the driving had gotten so bad in the last half hour that she'd had to give over smoking in the car as it was making it impossible to see or concentrate. Once the cigarette was lit, she followed Tess down a dark hallway towards the back of the house. "I'm not a vampire, by the way," Tess said jokingly. "It's just a given that the power will go out soon so I try to keep everything off. Otherwise all the lights come on at four in the morning and I have to get up- real pain. But don't worry. I have the computer on a UPS." "How did you-" Amy looked for the right words as Tess flipped on the kitchen light. "How did a fifteen year old girl get involved in cracking low-security government computers and running an underground teenage smoking support group over the internet ?" There was something decidedly elegant about the way the teenager smoked her long cigarette. She inhaled and then held the cigarette between her lips as she pulled two beers out of the crisper. When she spoke, the cigarette barely moved. "Obviously, I smoke." She handed one of the beers to Amy and popped the cap off the other one with an opener which she handed to Amy. She then drew on the cigarette before removing it from her mouth and tapping the ash in an ashtray on the kitchen table. She had the perfect form, extending her index finger over the barrel of the cigarette and delivering two brief, feminine taps. "The rest is just common sense. At the rate things are going- I just turned fifteen and I think in a year, maybe two, my parents won't be able to let me smoke in public. It's a very selfish preoccupation, to be honest." "Do you really think it's going that fast ?" Amy thought about the manilla envelope and realised she didn't really need to ask that question if Tess knew half what she did. "Yeah, I do. And I don't think you would have hauled your ass up here if you didn't agree, right ?" Just then the power went out and the light was from the tips of the two women's cigarettes. Both flared as they inhaled together. "Fuck. Let's go upstairs. All I have is a twenty-one inch monitor, and it draws power like a pig. Did you bring your Powerbook ?" "Yeah. The appleshare is set up, just like you asked." "Great." Tess hit the light switch on the way out and Amy followed the glow of her shrinking cigarette, a firefly that danced and bobbed up the stairs. Halfway up what seemed like an hundred steps, Tess paused to inhale and in the glow of the light from her cigarette her face was framed in a way which made it look nothing short of gorgeous. Brown curls framed her face in the eerie glow, giving her a magic look like some dark, wonderful faire. Eventually they found the upstairs landing. "If you don't mind me saying so- you'll think this is weird- we don't even know each other-" Tess turned to look at Amy and drew on the cigarette again, enveloping her in orange light. "You're a very attractive smoker." "Well, that's what my mom always says. She used to pester me terribly to just take a puff or two on her cigarettes. She started taking pictures when I was twelve, although I didn't really start smoking until I was fourteen. But I was thinking the same thing about you." "That's what my boyfriend says, but he's just being nice." "I wish I had a boyfriend who got horny when I smoked." Amy laughed, feeling very much at ease with this girl. "Do you ever watch yourself smoke ?" "You too ? Sometimes I even- well, you know." "At your age, that's probably better than the alternatives." "You don't think that makes me weird ?" "No. I've done it more times than I can remember." Tess smiled. "I'm glad you came. I thought that with you being an FBI agent-" "I'd be some stiff priss, right ?" The girl starting walking towards her room. "The truth is, I was more than half tempted to believe you were coming here to arrest me for hacking the Tomlinson Server until I read up on you." "You cracked the Tomlinson Server ?" "Three times last month," Tess said, walking into the bedroom. She found an ashtray and stubbed out her cigarette. "But someone caught on that the user ID I was using belonged to a dead man. That always sucks." "You said you read up on me ?" "Yeah. Let me transfer this information to your Powerbook." Amy fired it up and handed it over to the girl, who took the printer cable from the back of her Colour Stylewriter and plugged it into the port on the Powerbook. She set it down next to her monitor and thirty seconds later she was transferring files from her 9600 to the smaller portable. "That'll take a few minutes. It's over a gig of data." The girl lit another cigarette. The long cigarettes were unique, even compelling, Amy tried to think, decided she'd never seen anyone smoke a 120 before. But watching Tess place that long cigarette between her lips and gently make love to it, well, it was sight which was worth the two hour drive in and of itself. "What's that design on your desktop ?" The usual MacOS 8 platinum look had been replaced with a Kaleidoscope design which was probably Tess's own work. A life size pack of Virginia Slims 120s sat in the middle of the large screen. A single unlit cigarette rested next to the pack. The multicoloured Apple in the upper left-hand corner had been replaced by a very small burning all white cigarette. The hard drive icon was a thumbnail sized picture of Sarah Michelle Geller, cigarette in hand, from I Know What You Did Last Summer. The trash can was a clean ashtray with a cigarette resting on it. "You like that ? I had a friend in Alaska make that for me, except for the pack in the centre. I scanned that myself." "It's very original." "Inspiration for those low moments when I think I've been caught. It'll happen sooner or later. Some man in a trench coat will knock on the door and tell my parents I'm being taken away. Of course, I back everything up to a 9 gig hard drive in the garage." "How can you afford all this ?" Tess laughed. "I can't. My dad works for the phone company and my mother writes detective novels. She makes the better money, but he gets more time off, and he brings home the coolest stuff." Just then Amy's cell phone chirped. "Pondress." "Where have you been, agent ? I tried to call your hotel room three times-" "I was out, sir." "Well, you consider getting in. I understand that you weren't able to make the arrest today. You have another forty eight hours. If you can't do the job, then I'll get somebody up there who can. Am I making myself clear ?" "Yes, I understand. Is that all, sir ?" "How soon will you be back at your room ?" "I'm not sure. Would you like me to call you back on a land line ?" "Yes, Agent. As soon as possible." The line went dead. Amy looked at Tess. "I have no idea was that was about. None at all." "If you need a secure line, you've come to the right place." Tess pulled out a flashlight and shined it on the elaborate phone/modem bank to the right of the monitor. There was caller ID and caller ID blocking and caller ID blocking decoding, a scrambler/descrambler and any number of things Amy didn't recognise. "Your dad gave you all this ?" "Of course." "And you use it ?" "To talk to people like you on the phone," Tess said with a smile. "And I bet the call will be free, won't it ?" "Of course." Amy dialed the main pbx number and asked to be referred to Director Arose. "Sir ?" "Where are you, Agent Pondress ?" "A private place. Look sir, whatever it is you have to say, I can assure that this is as private a line as there is." "I called to warn you, Pondress. There are people who want to make sure that- well, the easiest way for me to say this is to tell you that you are in significant danger. If you don't do exactly what your assignment calls for, well, there could be a more terminal solution to the situation. Is that clear enough for you ?" "I may have information about that, sir. Names. Events. Money." "Keep that to yourself. You need to understand the list of people you can trust regarding this matter is very short. Is that clear ?" "Are you on that list ?" "Yes, I am. But that's between you and me. I have people I have to answer to." "Who called you and asked that I be placed on this assignment, sir ?" "I can't divulge that. I'm not really sure that I even know." "Thank you." "I won't call you again, Pondress. Either carry out your assignment or tell me you can't so I can get someone in there before people get hurt." "I understand." Arose hung up. "Thanks, Tess." The girl drew deeply on her cigarette, making the tip flare. She spoke through the exhale. "He sounds like an hard ass." "He is. But it's for my own good." Amy paused, considered lighting a cigarette, then had an idea. Before she could verbalise it, Tess handed her pack and her lighter. "Go ahead and try one. I'll take a picture for posterity." Tess plugged a lamp into the UPS as Amy lit one of the long, slender cigarettes and then grabbed her Sony Digital Mavica camera. The taste wasn't exactly right but it was pleasant enough. As she inhaled she turned her head and caught a glimpse of herself in Tess's full length mirror. The long cigarette did something for her and she thought that she'd have to stop on the way home and pick up a pack for use in the privacy of her own bedroom. She imagined that she knew someone who would get quite horny watching her smoke these. She then posed for Tess, doing a series of inhales, exhales, and holds. Tess then transferred the images to her computer and started a second file transfer, It was done before the cigarette was half finished. "It's too bad that you have a day job. You'd make a wonderful model. I can see you in the Book of Days calendar now. August maybe, at the beach." "With this skin ? Five minutes in the sun and I need burn therapy." "I'm the same way. I like to dress up as a vampire on hallow'een because I don't need any makeup." Tess drained her beer, saw that Amy's was also empty, and went to get two more, leaving Amy to look at the pictures that the girl had taken. They were actually quite marvelous. The colour composition was a bit iffy, but certainly not bad for a digital camera. With a few minor corrections- "I'm going to have to shut all this down. And I have to warm you. It's going to get fucking cold in the house. The heater has an electric starter, so-" "No power, no heat." "Exactly. Which means that the best thing for you and I to do-" "I don't know, Tess. You being a teenager and all that-" "No one is ever going to find out," she said as she killed the power to her system. "I thought you were cool for an adult-" "I am, but-" "It'll be like a girl scout camping trip. I'll forget you're in your twenties and you forget I'm not." "Do we have to tell ghost stories ?" "Fuck, no. We'll get drunk, smoke, and talk about boys and men, and-" "Why they all are both at the same time ?" Amy asked, giggling. "Exactly." Monica sat at her desk. It was another late night. She'd just finished another journal entry and she was sitting back and thinking. About Mrs. Peabody. Had she made a phone call ? Of course she had. Why else would there be an FBI agent waiting to arrest her at her favourite place to buy cigarettes ? There could be a dozen other answers to that question, but this one was the one she liked best. It had a certain irresistible symmetry to it. Who else would have done it ? What other enemies did she have at her tender age ? Of course, Amy had made it sound as though Peabody were the least of her problems. She lit a cigarette. Inhaled. Thought about what it felt like to smoke. The gentle feeling of smoke entering her lungs. The mild, lightheaded high. The cool calm of a long stream of white smoke as it trailed from her mouth. It felt great and she knew it was something pleasant to watch as well. She liked catching the sight of herself in the long mirror behind her door. She liked the way men looked at her when she was driving. She always held the cigarette with her right hand, high on the steering wheel where everyone could see it. She caught smiles from other women, waves of hands holding equally long cigarettes. It was a community, especially here in Crowley. Monica wondered if Amy knew about the law they'd passed in Crowley. It had been done very quietly, so quietly that even after all the national attention Crowley had gained, it hadn't made the news wires. It would probably never hold up in a federal court, but the truth was that there was nothing illegal about her buying cigarettes. She was fifteen, after all, the new legal age. Ironic. The same basic coda of civilisation, the hallmark of western society, was at once that which would protect and destroy her. She inhaled deeply. As much as she enjoyed smoking, that wasn't all there was to it. The truth was that she was proud of what she'd become, not so much because it was a political statement, but because it was more than that. It was possible to look out a snowy winter on a late fall night and see the future. Suddenly Monica understood that with a clarity which was both terrific in the worst sense and terribly beautiful. As she spread the smoke from her lungs into her room, watching it crash against that very same window, she understood more than she wanted to. In the morning she would call the FBI agent, ask her to meet her. To arrest her. The woman would resist, perhaps. You didn't, after all, put a pack of Marlboro Lights 100s in the backpack of an under-age girl you disliked. But in the end she would come to understand. She would have to understand. Not that it would change anything if she did not. Monica tapped ash from her cigarette, inhaled again, and smiled. She said I was an attractive smoker. Tess let the words roll around in her mind. An attractive smoker. It wasn't quite the same as hearing it from the lips of Ken Harrigan, but then again, Ken wouldn't have known Tess was alive if his senior feet tripped over her unconscious body in the school's main hallway. Amy was sleeping. Tess was sure of that. They were not quite touching, but Tess could hear Amy's regular, rhythmic breathing. Sleep breathing. It wasn't something she planned on, but Tess couldn't help herself. Amy had really been taken by those long cigarettes. And why not ? She was beautiful with a Virginia Slims 120 in her hand, even more beautiful when she brought the cigarette to her lips. And Tess had the pictures to prove it, the sort of pictures that would be an huge hit on the internet, not that she would do that. Instead, she let here hand drift down to her stomach. Drifted her fingers across the tight flatness. Tickled her belly button. That was a start, but not the final destination. Tess felt devoutly sexual at this moment. The panties she was wearing were on the verge on rag status, the elastic loose from too many washings. It provided no barrier. She was already fighting the urge to quiver as her finger drifted through unshaven hair. Under no circumstance was she going to wake Amy, who sounded as though she understood but might well not. Having her in the bed was what had put Tess over the edge. Amy was simply beautiful, the sort of smoker Tess had become sure she would one day become. Strong, confident, the sort of woman who could carry the cause simply by lighting up. Tess worked herself slowly, patiently. The inability to move as she progressed make the sensation that much more intense. She made thrusts and short round twirls. The index finger of her free hand went to her mouth and she slowly moved it in and out, using her tongue sensually to stroke it. Maybe I do have an oral fixation, she thought to herself. It took a while, but not nearly as long as Tess would have liked. When she was finished enjoying the after effects, she reached over to the night stand. As her hand closed around her cigarettes, there was the sound of a lighter flaring on the other side of the bed. Tess looked over and saw Amy drawing deeply on a Marlboro Lights 100. "You were right about the cold. First it was chilly, then it was cold, and now it's downright frigid." "Did you just-" Tess asked as she lit her cigarette. "Yeah. I couldn't get the thought of how sexy the two of us look smoking those long cigarettes." "I guess we can keep this to ourselves-" "I'm not ashamed," Amy said, drawing deeply on her cigarette. "But I usually don't smoke in bed-" "Unless you boyfriend asks, right ?" "Yeah, but that is different. Could you slide over a little ? I'm still freezing." The two women smoked their cigarettes and then allowed themselves the simple pleasure of enjoying one another warmth's. Monica slipped into her robe. She would have preferred to stay under the covers, but she had agreed to her mom's decree- that there was one place in the world which she was not allowed to smoke, and if that was it, then she could shiver a little. As she inhaled for the first time today, she admitted that a little chill was worth it. There was a knock at the door and she said "Come in." "It's only seven," her mom said. "I thought you'd still be in bed." "I would be, but I wanted a cigarette." "Like mother, like daughter. Do you want to talk about yesterday any more ?" "I think-" Monica had seen it so clearly last night, but that vision was fading now, as though it had been a dream state. "I think that the best thing to do is to stay the course, Mom. I know that you don't like the idea, but what are my choices ?" "Well, your choices are to keep things the way they are or take a big risk." "I want to take that risk. Someone has to, and most of the people who could don't have an entire town standing behind them like I do, Mom." "Well then," she said quietly. "Make your call. But I do hope you're going to at least take a shower first." Monica inhaled and smiled. "Of course, Mom. I'll even break with tradition and put on clean underwear. I'm just glad I started smoking before I got arrested. It will give me something to do- and I hear cigarettes are very valuable on the inside." Her mother tousled her hair. "You won't be in jail long, and try to remember that. You won't even be found guilty of anything." "Amy doesn't know that." "You really like her, don't you ?" "Yeah, as much as you can like someone who is ready to slap handcuffs on you." "I'm proud of you, honey." Monica inhaled again and then hugged her mother spontaneously. It was a good way to hide the fear. Amy picked up the cell phone with a certain sense of hesitation. It would be the girl. She would be calling to ask her to arrest her. It was what she wanted. "Pondress." "Ms. Pondress. I'm calling to let you know that Monica Poe is going to the Gas 'n Guzzle to buy cigarettes. I'd thought you'd want to know." "Who is this ?" "A friend of Monica's. You better hurry. She'll be there in ten minutes." The line went dead. Damn. She'd been spending all morning- she'd only been able to sleep until about four-thirty, when thoughts of what had been transferred to her Powerbook had overwhelmed the chemical need to sleep- reading files. Of course, another hour, or two, or seventy-two, wouldn't be enough to digest it all. Weeks would be more like it. Still- The truth was simply that she didn't want to arrest this girl. The cell phone rang again. "Pondress." "You'd better get moving, Pondress. I want a full report as soon as you've secured the prisoner." "She's a fifteen year old girl, Director." "She's your prisoner." "Yes sir." There was no point going in and pretending to peruse Playgirl. All the players knew one another without a scorecard. She got out of the rental, lit a cigarette, and walked into the convenience store. There was Monica, cigarettes in one hand, and a fiver in the other. Amy walked over to Monica, smiled wanly, and said "Monica Poe, I'm placing you under arrest." Monica smiled. "Can I get my change first ? Allowances don't go as far as they used to." The girl behind the counter, wearing a name tag which identified her as Krysten, asked if she was going ton be arrested as well. "Do you want to be arrested ?" Amy asked caustically. "I'd rather you did. My replacement is in the stock room." "You'll be charged with a federal crime-" Krysten held out her hands. "Cuff me." "You don't know what you're doing-" "I want you to arrest me," Krysten insisted. "All right. I hope you have a good lawyer." Monica laughed. "Don't worry. We all do." "We ?" "You'll see-" Amy inhaled deeply. She imagined she would. She did, as soon as they pulled up to the police station. There were at least an hundred people waiting outside in groups of three and four, parents and their teenagers, at least fifty girls and half as many boys. Ever last one of them were smoking cigarettes. Stubby Marlboro Reds and Camel Lights 100, Virginia Slims and Parliaments. It would have been a videographer's heaven. They all hushed as the three women got out of the car. All except one woman. She grabbed her daughter's hand and rushed over to Amy. "Arrest me, first, Agent Pondress. My Pamela is just thirteen and I've been buying her cigarettes for a year now." To illustrate, young Pamela held up her pack of Saratogas and inhaled deeply on a freshly lit cigarette. Amy passed her by without a word and then ushered the two girls inside. Wade Green was waiting at the main desk, holding a slip of paper in her hand. "Agent Pondress ? Before you process these two-" The door opened and two women and a man walked in. All three were carrying cartons of Marlboro Lights 100s. "Can't you see I'm in the middle of something ?" Wade bellowed. She looked at the officer behind the desk. "Go lock that door and get these three out of the way-" "Not until we've done what we've came to do," one of the women said. She walked up to Amy. "Lilian Hide. I own the Country Store down on Route 11 and I've personally sold this young girl here cigarettes at least half a dozen times." Amy frowned. She'd been worried this was going to turn into a circus and the only things missing were rampaging elephants and men driving nails up their noses with hammers. "Well, since I didn't observe that-" Lilian handed Monica the carton and the other two followed suit. "You're going to have to arrest all three of us. We've already called our lawyer, so if you could make this quick-" Wade stepped in front of the three shop owners. "Nobody is going to be arresting anyone and there aren't going to be any fucking lawyers," Wade said. "That is, if I can ever get a word in edgewise." "I'm afraid I'm going to have to charge all these people," Amy said, and the looked at Monica. "As well as confiscate those cigarettes as evidence." "Not so fast." Rather than trying to explain, she handed the piece of paper to Monica. "Statute 3111-b, Crowley Public Safety Code." No person shall sell, give, or otherwise deliver tobacco products to any person under the age of fifteen. "What the hell is this ?" "A new law we passed in Crowley about three weeks ago. As you can see, the suggestion here is that no laws have been broken. So maybe you should just go back to wherever it is you came from and find some other small town to harass. I've faxed a copy of that to your office director-" As if on cue, Amy's cell phone bleeped. "Pondress." "I understand there's been some complications, Agent." "Yes sir." "You're to leave Crowley immediately. It looks like this is a case for the state and federal courts to hash out." Amy closed the call and tried not to laugh. Twelve hours ago she was convinced that she was in the middle of some sort of massive conspiracy, and just like that, it all came flying apart. "You're all free to go, for the time being. The FBI retains the right to charge you at a later date, but as of this moment, no charges are being filed." Amy turned to look at Monica. "I want to apologise for any difficulties I may have caused." She then turned to the shop keepers. "In the future, local laws or no, you'd be advised to be less forward about your sales policies. Am I making myself clear ?" Three nods were her only answer. Monica walked up to Amy. She handed over one of the cartons. "I want you to have these. After all, it's not illegal for me to give them to you, is it ?" The two women hugged briefly. "No, not at all. It was a pleasure meeting you." "We'll see each other again, don't worry." Wondering if that was true, Amy headed for the door. In a way, she was disappointed. Monica had some sort of plan, and now she'd never know what it was. Still, it would be interesting to see if Crowley's little law held up to state and federal lawyers. Very interesting. As she cleared the door, thinking that it was going to be a long trip home, she saw something chilling. Half an dozen dark late model sedans swinging into the crowded parking lot of the store. The scene was nothing short of surreal. Four men jumped out of each car, all of them making way for an attractive young woman of indeterminable age who looked nothing short of pissed. Amy knew instinctively that the right thing to do was block the doorway, although she wasn't sure way. "Get out of my way, Agent Pondress." "And you are ?" The woman cleared her throat. "I said, get out of my way." "There's been no crime committed her. And until I see some ID, as the agent in charge here, I'll have to ask you to leave." "You don't know who I am, do you ?" "No." "I'll give you two choices. Get the fuck out of my way or I'll collar you for obstruction of a federal investigation-" Amy didn't needed to think twice. The office had such an odd smell. Arose smoked very expensive third world cigars, but never in his office. The place was antiseptic, sterile. There were no ashtrays. "Sit down, Agent Pondress." "Sir-" "Don't speak. Just listen." Amy saw her Powerbook sitting on the desk. She had little hope the information she'd acquired was still on it. "I'm up to my ass my ass in questions right now and frankly, I don't enjoy covering for an agent who's on her first field assignment." "Sir-" "No. I don't want any explanations. If you explain it to me, then I have to explain it to the people I answer to. I have half the agency breathing down my neck for the name of your source." "I thought I'd done a pretty fair job encrypting the information I was given, sir." "You did. It took three agents eighteen hours to crack the encryption scheme and they still couldn't find half what you had. So they wiped your hard drive clean. Next time, use a little more discretion. As it is, I'll have to spend the better part of the day convincing our section chief that you shouldn't be suspended indefinitely." "Who was that who showeed up-" "I don't have an answer to that question, Agent Pondress." "Why didn't they arrest the girl after they took me into custody ?" "They knew they had no grounds. You just happened to be in the way and you were conveniently available for punishment. But in the future, save the heroics." "I still want to know why I was sent there. Whoever put this on your desk must have known how it would work out." "I don't know who put this on my desk or why. My lead on that disappeared ten hours ago, and any name I gave you would be meaningless anyway. All I know is that if you want to keep your job, and you want to keep working in the field, you need to change the way you do things. You went through all that agency training for a reason." "Protocol didn't seem like the way to handle it, sir." Arose signed. He reached into his desk, found an heavy crystal ashtray, and placed it between them. He then pulled out a long cigar and lit it slowly, obviously enjoying himself. Without asking, Amy lit a cigarette, inhaled deeply, and spread the smoke throughout the office, hoping the smell would brighten the place up a bit. "There are more assignments like this one out there. I don't want to say anything more than that right now, but I do want you to understand that you weren't chosen at random. I don't know if the people who wanted you in Crowley are pleased with the way you handled the situation or not, and I doubt that I'll be told. But I want you to go home, take a few days off, and think about how you could have handled things differently. Next time I won't be factoring in that it was your first field assignment." "Sir-" "Am I making myself clear, Agent Pondress ?" "Yes sir," Amy said, blowing smoke across the desk. "Good. You're dismissed." As Amy stood up, Arose did the strangest thing. He'd already turned his attention to some paperwork on his desk, but he paused long enough to look up and favour her with an half-imagined smile. "Is there anything else, Pondress ?" "No, sir." But Amy had a feeling there would be, sooner or later. She hoped it was sooner. |
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