write?â
âWell, yeah. Everything.â
I think
.
âDid you back it up?â
âNow thatâs just insulting. Of course I backed it up. But my external hard drive and flash drives and all that stuff is gone too.â
He swore, then raised his hand absently to the side of his face and stroked the stubble. âAnything else? Anything that struck you as odd?â
âNo. Well, not here. But when I went to the agency to get my next project, they gave me an empty envelope. I guess someone took the stuff out before they gave it to me, but I donât see how it could be Leonardo. He was talking to me at the time. I doubt he ever saw the envelope, much less took what was in it. How could he? But
you
could have seen what was in it. Maybe
you
took it.â
Mason swore again. Then we stood there for what must have been several minutes while he alternately stared off into space and checked his cell phone. âI guess a fast-forward. But then . . . ,â he muttered cryptically. âThen if he had it, it would all be over. Right.â
The oddness of the sentence pulled everything back into focus. âWhat did you just say?â
âJust trying to put the pieces together.â He let out a big breath of air.
I couldnât hide the tremor in my voice when I asked, âYou said something. You said âIf he had it, it would all be over.â â
Mason sighed. âHe thought maybe youâd written the code by now. He stole your computer to look for it, but if heâd found it, we would know because then he would have it and this would all be over. But itâs not. And Leoâs not going to stop trying until he gets what he wants.â
My head was spinning. âWell, thatâs ridiculous. He knows I havenât written the code. He said so. Why would he suddenly think I have it now unless this is the future you said he wanted?â I said sarcastically. âEnough with this crap already. Whatâs going on?â
âI donât want you to freak out, is the thing.â
âItâs a little late for that. Give me an explanation for what you claim Leo has done that I can make sense of.â
He tugged at his earlobe, and then said, âYou know at a club, when they scratch a record backwards and forwards but itâs always continuing on to the end of the song?â
âYeah?â
âYeah. Think of it like that.â
I stared at him in disbelief. It wasnât really an explanation. He was making fun of me. He had to be. But I had a weird feeling like I almost understood. If I opened my mind like he asked me to . . .
The gun was there; the gun wasnât there. Theagency was in one place; then it didnât exist in that spot. Backwards and forwards . . .Â
Ridiculous
. Ridiculous.
This is Mason Merrick, the same Mason Merrick you knew before. He says things like this. He does things like this. And like he said, you used to like it. Part of you still does, but what heâs suggesting is just too much
.
âSo, can I come in now?â Mason asked. âIâd like to see his handiwork.â He gestured behind me to the inside of my house.
I didnât budge, though part of me wanted to despite everything. He couldnât have known how close I was to letting him in this time. But whether all of this was one of Masonâs games or not, it was being played with real weapons, and that wasnât something I could just laugh away.
âOkay, fine,â he said tightly, making it clear that it wasnât. âWeâll just continue talking here in the doorway. Wouldnât want to sit down and make ourselves comfortable or anything while we talk.â
âNo. No, we wouldnât,â I said, not giving an inch.
Our standoff lasted another few seconds; then Mason finally said, âJesus, I should have known when you went all aggro on me earlier. He got to you and told you a