number of occasionsâand hoping he might fit the occasion to the feelings, he raised his hand as she drew near and touched her arm.
A tiny spark crackled, she halted, said, âYike!â and reached to rub the place where the shock had occurred.
âSorryââ Croyd began.
âMust be static electricity,â she said.
âMust be,â he agreed. âAll I wanted to say was that you do know me, even though you wouldnât recognize me in this incarnation. Iâm Croyd Crenson. Weâve met in passing, here and there, and I always wanted just to sit and talk a spell, but somehow our paths never crossed long enough at the right time.â
âThatâs an interesting line,â she said, running a finger across her damp brow, ânaming the one ace nobodyâs certain about. I bet a lot of groupies get picked up that way.â
âTrue,â Croyd replied, smiling, as he opened his arms wide. âBut I can prove it if youâll wait about half a minute.â
âWhy? What are you doing?â
âFilling the air with neg-ions for you,â he said, âfor that delightfully stimulating before-the-storm feeling. Just a hint at the great time I could showââ
âCut it out!â She began backing away. âIt sometimes triggersââ
Croydâs hands were wet, his face was wet, his hair collapsed and leaked onto his forehead.
âIâm sorry,â she said.
âWhat the hell,â he said, âletâs make it a thunderstorm,â and lightning danced among his fingertips. He began laughing.
Other diners glanced in their direction.
âStop,â she said. âPlease.â
âSit down for a minute and I will.â
âOkay.â
She took the seat opposite him. He dried his face and hands on his napkin.
âIâm sorry,â he said. âMy fault. I should be careful with storm effects around someone they call Water Lily.â
She smiled.
âYour glasses are all wet,â she said, suddenly reaching forward and plucking them from his face. âIâll cleanââ
âTwo hundred sixteen views of moist loveliness,â he stated as she stared. âThe virus has, as usual, overendowed me in several respects.â
âYou really see that many of me?â
He nodded. âThese joker aspects sometimes crop up in my changes. Hope I havenât turned you off.â
âTheyâre ratherâmagnificent,â she said.
âYouâre very kind. Now give back the glasses.â
âA moment.â
She wiped the lenses on the corner of the tablecloth, then passed them to him.
âThanks.â He donned them again. âBuy you a drink? Dinner? A water spaniel?â
âIâm on duty,â she said. âThanks. Sorry. Maybe another time.â
âWell, Iâm working now myself. But if youâre serious, Iâll give you a couple of phone numbers and an address. I may not be at any of them. But I get messages.â
âGive them to me,â she said, and he scribbled quickly in a notepad, tore out the page, and passed it to her. âWhat kind of work?â she asked.
âSubtle investigation,â he said. âIt involves a gang war.â
âReally? Iâve heard people say youâre kind of honest, as well as kind of crazy.â
âTheyâre half-right,â he said. âSo give me a call or stop by. Iâll rent scuba gear and show you a good time.â
She smiled and began to rise. âMaybe I will.â
He withdrew an envelope from his pocket, opened it, pushed aside a wad of bills, and removed a slip of paper with some writing on it.
âUh, before you goâdoes the name James Spector mean anything to you?â
She froze and grew pale. Croyd found himself wet once again.
âWhat did I say?â he asked.
âYouâre not kidding? You really donât know?â
âNope.
Xara X. Piper;Xanakas Vaughn