Lorraine has gone to buy a thermometer. More or less, I calculate that I have ten minutes. It’s my opportunity now. I go to the bath and I put my clothes on. No time to shave, no time for anything.
Once outside, first I observe two guys near the exit. I have seen them before, they were at the hotel, they were ‘the vampires’. That confirms my theory that Lorraine is part of the plan to take my blood. There’s no escape for me. What’s my best plan? Options are closed now, I need to wait, I need to think.
About two months before Day V
Finally, and after a very smoking day, Alex came home with his appreciated book. For him, it was something similar to have this impossible first edition of the Odyssey in his hands. When did Old Michael get the book? When they began to smoke the cigars, he had a moment of doubt. Was Old Michael trying to fake him? Surreptitiously, he observed the first pages of the book to make certain of the impression.
‘Are you calling me a liar, Alex?’ Old Michael asked him like a bad actor supporting his worst role. Finally, he smiled. ‘I know this edition was lost and there’s no book collector in the whole world who had a copy of Flu Project. There was just an edition and the 2.500 of the 3.000 copies of the book were burned, as they used to do with unsalable books. On the other hand, this book has no price… Nobody but you is looking for it and its author is not a famous novelist…’ Old Michael smoked deeply and made a theatrical pause before to continue. ‘But I have the final reason: this book will be a present for you.’ Alex opened his eyes like an owl who had watched a nice and great rat. ‘You are right, I won’t charge you anything for this book. Would anyone who won’t charge anything be able to swindle?’
Now, he had it in his hands, Flu Project, first edition. He began checking the back reading of the book… just the author’s biography and the name of the unlucky publisher. He knew that after printing this book, he went bankrupt and never published a book again. The author wasn’t luckier than him: a couple of years after Flu Project was published, M.C. suffered a lung cancer and decided to suicide (anyway, after the publisher disaster, there wasn’t any expectations for the author).
Finally, Alex took his favorite whiskey and began to read:
I look at the window and I am there, I can just remember that. Somewhere in Manhattan. I think we are in the early 21 century, but I cannot specify the year. I am ill, stupidly ill, who gets sick in the United States?
Written by Martin Cid http://www.martincid.com (serial novel: Fake Game).