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A Forgery With My Name on It
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Tyler's POVThe doctor turned his phone on at ten to eight on Wednesday evening, and by five past I was standing in the middle of my study with my coat already on and a glass of water going warm in my hand.Williams rang from California with the news in the flat, unhurried voice he used for everything. He told me that the prepaid phone from the Korean grocer in Astoria had come to life at seven fifty-two, New York time, while Nathan Gregory was walking down the steps of his hospital with his bag over his shoulder, and that it had made exactly one call before it went dark again. The call lasted ninety-one seconds. The number it reached belonged to another prepaid phone, bought for cash in Los Angeles five weeks earlier, and when our people asked the networks to place it, the nearest tower was within two miles of the Meridian hotel."The quiet street," I said."Near enough, boss. It's the same district."I stood very still and let the information settle where it belonged. For five weeks
Mine Alone A Forgery With My Name on It
Tyler's POVWilliams woke me at six on Friday morning with a call from California, which I took in bed with the curtains still shut, and by the time he had finished reading me the letter I was standing at the window with a cold, level anger in my chest that I hadn't felt since the night I was told my wife had driven a car off a bridge."She names Perry Holdings, boss," he said. "Three times, in the first paragraph alone.""Read it again."He read it again in his flat unhurried voice. It was a letter on the stationery of Hale & Whitmore, addressed to the trustees of The Voice Record Label, and it enclosed a document headed *Assignment of Receivable*, by which Perry Holdings had apparently sold a debt of four hundred and twelve thousand dollars to a company called Woods Holdings. Drake Woods's own signature stood at the foot of the page. Veronica's covering note described the transaction as evidence of irregular dealings between the label's founder and what she delicately called a crimi
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I made my own toast the next morning, and it was every bit as satisfying as I had hoped. Isaiah's old toaster had a lever that stuck halfway down unless you pushed it with the heel of your hand, and I stood at the counter in my socks, pushing and waiting, watching the little orange coils glow, and feeling a quiet I hadn't known since the bridge. Nobody was looking over my shoulder. Nobody had read my past before I told it to them. There was only a kitchen that smelled of butter and old wood, and a girl making breakfast for herself.Jane came in with her hair in a scarf and sat sideways on the kitchen chair with her knees tucked up, eating dry cereal out of the box and watching me with an expression of enormous restraint. Isaiah sat across from her with the newspaper folded into quarters, and he turned a page slowly every so often without reading any of it."You can ask," I said, eventually."I'm not asking," said Jane, with her mouth full."You are asking with your whole face.""My fa
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The first listening party for “Quiet Kitchen” was held on Thursday evening in the Annex, with a hundred and twenty chairs, two long tables of canapés, and a crowd of people I had never met, all of them smiling at me as though they already knew what I sounded like. Stacy had cleared the hall of every camera and every phone in advance, and had stood at the double doors for forty minutes with a clipboard, confiscating devices like a very cheerful customs officer. Nobody was allowed to record anything. It was the only reason I had agreed to wear the dress.It was a black one, simple and long-sleeved, which Jane had chosen after rejecting four others on the grounds that I looked like a bridesmaid in all of them, and I was standing by the long window with a glass of sparkling water when the room began to hum with the particular kind of attention that follows someone through a crowd. I didn't have to turn round to know who it was. I could smell her perfume before she reached me."Eva Lane,"
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We reached Marian's gate a little after nine, with the rain still coming down and the windscreen wipers going like a metronome that had lost its patience. The drive had taken two hours and ten minutes, and in all that time Drake had said perhaps twenty words. I had spent most of them with my hand on his knee and Jane's spare cardigan pulled over my ruined red dress, watching the road unspool in the headlights and trying to think of something useful to say. Idris's man was waiting at the end of the lane in a dark sedan, a quiet young fellow named Paulo with a thermos on the dashboard and a face that had clearly been told to expect trouble. He wound down his window as we pulled alongside. "He left at ten past five, sir. Same tan coat, same rental sedan. I followed him as far as the airport and watched him hand back the keys." He glanced at me, then back at Drake. "His boarding pass was for Newark. The nine-forty." "Did he speak to anyone on the way?" "Only the woman at the rental
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The meeting about the single lasted two hours, and by the end of it I had a stage name, a release date, and a headache that no amount of peppermint tea was going to touch.It had started easily enough. Smith had put the finished recording of “Quiet Kitchen” into the speakers, and the whole room, which held Drake, a marketing woman named Stacy who turned out to be quicker and louder than I had ever given her credit for, and a very tall man from the distribution company, had listened to all four minutes without moving. When it ended, the tall man took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes and said only, "Well, that's going to cost us a fortune in promotion, because everyone who hears it will want to hear the next one."The trouble began when Stacy asked what name to put on the cover. I had assumed it would be mine, and I opened my mouth to say so, and Drake got there first."Not hers," he said. "Not Evans, and not Claire either. Something new.""She's already registered as Claire Simon,"
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