Free Zeroing In (Kit Tolliver #11) (The Kit Tolliver Stories) by Lawrence Block Page A

her.”
    “LDS.”
    “Latter-Day Saints. What you probably call the Mormon religion, the official title is the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.”
    She’d found out where he lived, which hadn’t proved terribly difficult. There was a whole column of Kimballs in the phone book, but only one Kellen. The phone book provided his address, and finding one’s way around Provo was ridiculously simple, because the streets were in a numbered grid, and if you could count you could get anywhere you wanted to go. His apartment was on East 300 North Street, just around the corner from Dragon’s Keep, a store on University Avenue that sold games and comic books. There were items on display, sword and sorcery paraphernalia, that wouldn’t have looked out of place in the Pleasure Chest. The clientele, however, was vastly different—nerds and geeks instead of pervs and players.
    It was where he’d suggested they meet, and the staff there greeted him by name, which suggested that he had a rich life reading comic books and playing Dungeons & Dragons on those lonely nights when he couldn’t find somebody not to go down on.
    For all that, he was a tall, good-looking young man, with the fresh-faced handsomeness of a male model in the Lands’ End catalogue. One cheek was lightly pitted with old acne scars, and that was a plus; it kept him from being too pretty.
    She knew at first glance that he would certainly do. But it wasn’t his good looks that had led her to Provo, Utah, nor was it the chance to go where Rita had already gone. That was appealing, no question about it, but she had something more important in mind.
    “LDS,” she said. “At first I thought you were a dyslexic talking about LSD. You know, acid? But that didn’t make sense, because Mormons don’t use drugs. Or do they?”
    “I take aspirin for headaches, and anything my doctor prescribes for medicinal purposes. But in the sense of mood-altering drugs, no, that’s something we don’t do.”
    “Well, I’m with you on that one,” she said. “Kellen—is it okay to call you Kellen?”
    “Well, sure. That’s my name. And you’re Marsha?”
    “But everybody calls me Marcy.”
    “Then that’s what I’ll call you, Marcy.”
    Laughter erupted from one of the tables to their right, where three nerdy-looking young men were clustered around a game board. When it died down she said, “Kellen, there’s something I need to ask you about. Could we go someplace a little quieter? And maybe get a drink or a cup of coffee?”
    “Which would you prefer?”
    She shrugged. “Whichever you feel like.”
    “Well,” he said, “I’m afraid they’re both out of bounds for me.”
    “Oh,” she said, light dawning. “Mormons don’t drink alcohol.”
    “Or coffee.”
    “I didn’t know about coffee. Well, could we get a Coke? Or a cup of tea?”
    He was grinning now. “Stimulants,” he said.
    “So they’re a no-no?”
    “I’m afraid so. But that doesn’t mean you can’t have whatever you want, and I can keep you company.”
    “If we were both Mormons,” she said, “where would you take me and what would we have?”
    “Well, there’s a juice bar that’s quiet and comfortable. And only a couple of blocks from here.”
    “Then let’s go there.”
    “But you’d be pretty much limited to fruit juice.”
    “That’s fine,” she said. “In fact that sounds pretty good right about now.”

    “There’s something Rita told me about you,” she said, and damned if he didn’t blush the least bit. The place he’d taken her was a little more brightly lit than your average bar, and she could see the color rise to his cheeks.
    “Besides that,” she said.
    “Besides—”
    “Look, let’s clear the air, okay? I know you went to bed with Rita, and incidentally she said you were a wonderful lover. And I can’t say I’m surprised, because you’re certainly an attractive man. And yes, I know you’re engaged, and that’s not the point, either. I