“So what exactly is my part in all this?” Angela asked.
“You tell me,” Carey replied. “When I explained my situation to Leigh, she said, ‘I know just the person!’ and sent me to you. She said you would know what to do. Well, do you?”
Angela thought about it for a minute, thought about all she had done, all she could do. Finally, she nodded.
“Yeah,” she said. “I think I do.”
“Oh thank God,” Carey said. He reached into his pocket and slid a card across the table. “She’s staying at this address. I’ll let her know that you’re coming. If she doesn’t slam the door in your face, maybe we can make this work.”
“I’ll stop by tomorrow morning,” Angela said. “I cleared my schedule when Leigh called me.”
“You’ll find my number on the other side of the card,” Carey said. “Keep me updated on your progress.”
Angela pocketed the card and said, “I will.”
“I should go,” he said, rising from his seat. “Good luck.”
“Thanks,” Angela said. “See you around.”
He nodded and headed straight for the door. Angela waited a moment, then sent a text to Leigh.
“What exactly have you gotten me into?”
Leigh replied with just a wink.
Angela sighed. She dropped her mug off at the counter and stepped out of the café. There was a light misting of rain in the air, diffusing the orange lights of the darkening city. Angela thought about a courier she met last year.
Weightlessness swept over her. Disorienting only for a moment, then she drifted up toward the sky. She leaned slightly to the northwest and soared across the city, skimming over rooftops and between buildings.
When she reached her destination, she slowly descended to the sidewalk. She dropped down in front of the sign for Jacobs Computing and headed inside. Genesis stood at the counter tinkering at the insides of a laptop. She looked up and smiled.
“Hey, babe,” she said. “How’d it go?”
“Good, I think,” Angela said. “I have to go visit some artist tomorrow and… help her find her muse.”