on this because you asked me to. Iâll back off if thatâs what you want?â
Monkey pondered her response; sheâd sounded genuine and her eyes hadnât flickered when sheâd spoken. He sighed. âI think whatever Tragicâs got into, heâs in too deep,â he said simply. âThereâs Security and The Assembly - theyâre all involved. And I think Criminal Justice might have some interest, too. This is big league. And...â he paused. âYour nurturer is a solicitor. We need to be careful: sheâs establishment.â
âListen, Monkey...â There was something about the way she used his tag; he loved it. â...Salâs...â she paused, choosing her words carefully, â...well, letâs just say that not all nurturers are pro-Assembly. Sal doesnât like this regime any more than the providers do...â
âWhoa!â Monkey had been lying back in bed but he sat up abruptly. âWhat dâyou mean regime ? And what are you going on about; any more than the providers do ? Is Sal a provider? I donât think so! How does she know what they like and donât like?â
He didnât know why heâd reacted so fiercely, but there was something about the way sheâd had a sly dig at the system that had annoyed him. He noticed her expression on his ring-cam as she blinked, clearly nonplussed by his response.
âMeet me by the loco bridge in an hour,â she said. âWe need to talk.â
Five minutes later, she rang back. âCome disguised as a nurturer - and bring Vivianâs bike.â Then she added with a nervous laugh, âAnd donât forget to shave your legs.â
***
This had better not be a fit-up, Monkey railed inwardly as he pedalled towards the bridge on his nurturerâs bike. He was doing his best to emulate the sedate cycling style of a female more than twice his age. The wind whipped up the plaid skirt that heâd sneaked out of his nurturerâs wardrobe while she and Penny were in town and Grand-mov was dozing in her chair. He pushed it down again with one hand to try and protect his knees - and other parts - and swore under his breath: shiltz - it was cold! And the stupidly thin hose that nurturers wore did nothing to protect his privates! A fine drizzle penetrated the cardigan heâd pulled over the top of his T-shirt and flattened the silky strands of Pennyâs dressing-up wig to his face. He was just grateful that it was a Saturday and most people would be in the municipal leisure centre or just cruising the streets round The Plaza. He prayed that none of the hood was lingering on home turf and caught sight of him.
When he arrived, she was already waiting. A wide grin spread across her face as she eyed him up and down. âGood job breeders canât say no,â she teased.
âLose it!â he snapped, embarrassed. âThis had better be worth it.â
âCome on.â She got onto her own bike and indicated for him to follow her. âWeâll talk as we ride.â
âWhere are we going?â
âCombe Magna.â
Monkey stopped. âNo way! In broad daylight? Are you insane?â
Angel eyed him and sighed. âWe are two nurturers out for a cycle. Whoâs going to question us?â She grinned again. âAlthough Security might be interested in that hair - it is criminally bad.â
Monkey feigned laughter; then his face set. âIâm serious, Angel; this is ranged.â
âWhat was it that the old mov said - âJane just up and left with her sisterâ?â
âAnd?â
âOnly, you said that there is no sister.â
âYour point?â
âHavenât you worked out who it was yet?
Monkey narrowed his eyes. âYouâre not going to tell me it was Tragic?â
Angel shrugged. âThat would be my guess, but we can ask him ourselves later. Come on.â And, once more, she set