Which wasn’t too far off the mark.What was he doing here?Will wasn’t a Connected, but as an esteemed archaeologist and linguistics expert, he and I had worked together on a number of jobs. He’d been one of my earliest contacts when I’d come back on the grid, new to a world that had turned into a fast-paced black market for everything and anything arcane. Realizing all too quickly that I had an uncanny knack for finding things that didn’t want to be found, Will offered to show me the ropes, make a few connections. We’d had an on-again off-again relationship for a few years, and as it had become more off-again, we’d gradually lost contact with each other.Still, he was here, and I needed out.Turning with an exaggerated hip swing, I waved good-bye to the cakes, my bridegroom, and the cheering crowd, then dashed off to the side, gaining speed. I gripped the top bar of the parade runway railing and vaulted over, landing in Will’s strong arms. He swung me around and kissed me full on the lips, and only then did I realize we were being tracked by the Sambadrome cam, lighting up the giant video screens.Oh well.
