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woods.”

If I were Carl, this would have been the point where I would have fired me. Instead, Carl changed the subject. “I hear you flattened Ben Fleck’s nose yesterday.”

“I did,” I admitted. “He pinched Elliot Young off of me. He’s also the ‘Lupo Associates insider’ in that damned story in The Biz. Punching him seemed the only alternative to breaking his neck. Although I’m feeling guilty about it now. I think I may have broken his nose.”

“It’s not broken,” Carl said. “We had some x-rays done at Cedars Sinai. It’s merely ‘severely bruised.’”

“Well, that’s good,” I said. “I mean, relatively speaking.”

“It is,” Carl agreed. “Be that as it may, Tom, I would prefer in the future that you find some less dramatic way to resolve your issues with Ben. Ben may have been asking for it, but that sort of thing isn’t very good for company morale. Also, all things considered, it’s drawing unwanted attention to you at the moment.”

Carl was referring to the blurb in the Times’ “Company Town” column — one of the office spectators had leaked to the paper, and the paper did the legwork and found out that Ben had snaked one of my clients. It also mentioned the article in The Biz as a contributing factor, giving the article credence in the process. For even more fun, the Times had called my office this morning as well, looking for a comment on The Biz and its editorial practices. It felt like the media had pried up a floorboard looking for a bug, and that bug was me. I just wanted to fade back into the darkness.

I laughed. Carl look at me oddly. “What’s so funny?” he asked.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I was just thinking about it. This week I was ditched by two of my clients, was labeled insane by a magazine, assaulted a colleague and let an alien walk off into the woods, where he’s probably been eaten by a coyote. I’m trying to imagine how this week can get any worse. I don’t think it can.”

“We could have an earthquake,” Carl said.

“An earthquake would be wonderful,” I said. “It would give everyone else something to think about. A nice big one, 7 or 8 on the Richter scale. Major structural damage. That’d work.”

Carl stood there a moment, seemingly preoccupied. I followed his line of sight down to his toes. He was busily squelching sand through them. After a few seconds of this, he stepped out of his footprints and let the tide wash into them, partially erasing them. Then he put his feet back into them.

“Tom,” Carl said, “Don’t worry too much about Joshua at the moment. He’ll be fine. The Yherajk are pretty much indestructible by our standards, and I doubt that the coyotes or whatever are going to get a bite out of him. Joshua can make a skunk seem like a bed of roses. He and …Ralph?” — He looked for confirmation; I nodded — “are probably just roughing it or something. You didn’t tell me that he had made friends with a dog.”

“They get along great,” I said. “They’re the solution to each other’s boredom. I think Joshua likes Ralph better than he likes me.”

“Well, that’s good news, at the very least. Anyway, I expect Joshua will be back soon enough. Try to relax a bit.”

I snorted just a little. “Now if I could just get The Biz off my back, I’d be set.”

“Some of that’s been taken care of,” Carl said. “The Times is doing a story on The Biz, you know.”

“They called me this morning,” I admitted. “I’ve been sort of dreading calling them back.”

“I’ve already talked to them,” Carl said. “Gave them a nice long chat about how The Biz took our company’s innovative mentoring policy and made it look like you were having a nervous breakdown. I said that if you were having a nervous breakdown, then I and several of the senior agents were also having them, since we’ve also started mentoring some of our newer agents.”

“Thanks,” I said. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Actually, I did,” Carl said. “It keeps the bad press to a minimum. I’m not blaming you about it — this Van Doren character was already working on something, and you just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time with him. Anyway, the mentoring idea is not a bad one; we’ve been a sink-or-swim agency long enough. It might do some good to do things the other way for a while.”

“I’m surprised you found out about it,” I said.

“I asked Miranda,” Carl said. “She seems to think highly of it and you.”

“I think highly of her as well,” I said. “Actually, I’m hoping to get her a raise.”

“Give her a ten percent hike,” Carl said, “but tell her to keep quiet about it. We’ve been cracking down on raises recently. But I figure she deserves it, or will by the time this whole thing is through. Which reminds me, since you thought of the mentoring program, you’ve won our Annual Innovation in Agenting Award. Congratulations.”

“That’s great,” I said. “I’ve never heard of this award before.”

“It’s the first annual,” Carl said. “Don’t get too excited. I’ve already told the Times you’ve donated the cash award to the City of Hope.”

“That was very nice of me,” I said.

“It was,” Carl agreed. “The point of all this is that now, rather than being looked upon as someone who is cracking up, which is interesting and creates press, you look like someone whose eye is on the ball and whose heart is in the right place, which is boring and no one gives a damn about. The Biz, properly, looks like a rag filled with poor reporting. And Ben Fleck looks to have gotten his. Everything works out.”

“Wow,” I said. “I thought I was fired for sure.”

“Well, I’ll be honest with you, Tom,” Carl said. “It’s not exactly the way I wanted it. We’ve cleared most of these distractions away this time. Now do me the favor of not requiring me to pull another Deus Ex Machina. I don’t really like it, and it brings more attention to us than I want. Fair enough?”

I sensed the extreme irritation that lay directly under Carl’s placid statement. He may not have been blaming me for anything that had happened, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t reflect on me. I was now going to have to work twice as hard to keep from pissing him off in the future. I figured, sooner or later, given the way things had gone so far, I was doomed.

“Fair enough,” I said.

“Good,” Carl said. He clapped his hands together. “You like ice cream? There’s this place nearby that has the best soft-serve ice cream in L.A. Let’s go get some.”

The ice cream was as good as Carl promised; first it spiraled out of an ice cream maker, then it was dipped into chocolate that formed a hard candy shell. We sat outside the shop and watched rollerskaters and gulls go by.

“You know what I’d really like to know,” I said.

Carl was wiping off his chin from where some chocolate had smudged it. “I’m sure you’ll tell me,” he said.

“I will indeed,” I said. “I’d like to know how you met up with our smelly little space friends in the first place. And I’d like to know how Joshua got his name.”

“Lunchtime is almost over,” Carl said. “I don’t know that I have time to go into it right now.”

“Oh, come on,” I said, risking a little familiarity. “You’re one of the most powerful men on this half of the continent. If you have a meeting, they’ll wait.”

Carl bit into his ice cream. “I guess that’s true. All right, then. Here it is.”

Chapter Ten

You think of the human race meeting the first alien species, and you think of Close Encounters or The Day The Earth Stood Still: big production numbers involving scientists, government officials and a lot of background music. The fact of the matter is the first human contact with aliens happened on the phone. It’s a letdown if you’re into grand scale entrances, but in retrospect, I find it comforting, and, now that I think of it, indicative of the Yherajk: they were dying to meet us, but they’re polite enough to make sure they’re wanted.

At the time, though, I thought it was a crank call. Of course; who thinks aliens are going to use the phone?

The phone call came at about a quarter past eleven. I’d just gotten back from the premiere of Call of the Damned; I skipped the after-party because I didn’t want to have to tell anyone what I had really thought of the movie. Elise was in Richmond, Virginia, on her book tour — I remember her leaving a message and telling me she was thinking we should get a horse farm out there for when we retire. I mean, really — what the hell am I going to do with horses? But she’s a horsy type. Never got over it as a girl.

I was sitting in my lounger with my second beer, listening to Fritz Coleman talk about one of those annual meteor showers. Persieds or Leonids. Can never remember which is which. Fritz was going on about it when the phone rang. I picked it up.

“Hello,” I said.

“Hi,” the voice on the other end said. “My name is Gwedif. I’m a representative of an alien race that is right now orbiting high above your planet. We have an interesting proposition, and we’d like to discuss it with you.”

I glanced over to the LED readout on the phone, which displays caller ID information. There wasn’t any. “This doesn’t involve Amway products, does it?” I asked.

“Certainly not,” Gwedif said. “no salesmen will come to your door.”

Thanks to the beer, I was just mellow enough not to do what I usually do with crank calls, which is hang up. And anyway, this one was sort of interesting; usually when I get random calls, it’s some wannabe actor who’s looking for representation. I was bored and Fritz had given way to commercials, so I kept going.

“A representative of an alien race,” I said. “Like one of those Heaven’s Gate folks? You following a comet or something?”

“No,” Gwedif said. “I’m one of the aliens myself. And we passed by Hale-Bopp on the way in. No spaceships that we could see. Those people didn’t know what they were talking about.”

“Actually one of the aliens,” I said. “That’s new. Tell me, does this bit work with other folks? I mean, I’m loving it, personally.”

“I don’t know,” Gwedif said. “We haven’t called anyone else. Mr. Lupo, we know it sounds unbelievable, but we figured this was the best way to go — cut the ooh-ah Spielberg stuff and get right to the point. Why be coy? We know you like to get right to business. We saw that PBS documentary.”

You remember that thing, Tom — they had a film crew from KCET follow me around for a week about a year ago, when I was putting the Call of the Damned package together over there at TriStar. They actually ran it in a theater before they ran it on TV, so it’d be eligible for Oscar consideration. I’m pretty sure they can write off any votes from the TriStar suits; the documentary makes it look like I rolled them. Well, maybe I did.

Anyway, the ‘aliens’ saw it, and thus, the upfront phone call. And now they wanted to arrange a meeting. By this time I had drained the second beer and had gone to the fridge

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