PsyCop 4: Secrets

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Author: Jordan Castillo Price
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flirting? I probably should have felt relieved. But I didn’t, and of course I then felt guilty for wanting him to flirt with me. I climbed deeper into the storage container after him, glad that we didn’t have much more furniture to move. “What do you think?” he said. “Do you want to start with the entertainment unit, or are you going to put your back out?”
    “I can carry that. Half of that.” I planted myself at the far end of the gigantic slab of solid wood and hoped that it was true. Crash let me go first. That was probably for the best. It would have been really embarrassing if I dropped the thing on him.
    We brought the entertainment unit in, me leading, and then some boxes and some shelves, and a big leather recliner. Once we’d gotten the container emptied I was about ready to collapse. But I knew Jacob would be gone all night, or most of it at least, and so I hoped that Crash could do one more thing for me—with his clothes on—before he left. “Hey, you know about computers, right?”
    Crash looked up from the fridge with a two-liter bottle of Coke in one hand and half a sandwich in the other. “I guess.”
    “The phone guy said that our DSL line was hooked up. Can you help me set up the computer?”
    Crash chewed slowly. His eyes raked my body up and down, and I wondered what kind of payment he would suggest. Then he took another slug of Coke and shrugged. “Okay.” I let out a breath, carefully, so that he couldn’t see I had been holding it.
    “But you have to drive me home. I’m not taking that bus at midnight.”
    “Sure. I’ll drive you home.”
    Crash inhaled the rest of the sandwich and ducked back into the fridge for more. “Fine. Figure out where you want it to go.”
    I looked down at the really big box marked “computer”. It was Jacob’s. I felt a little weird about going through Jacob’s things, which is funny, when you think about it. My whole apartment had been fair game for months.
    “It’s just my laptop,” I said, wondering which box it’d ended up in. “I want to get online.”
    “Yeah. That’s the first thing I’d hook up.” Crash’s voice was right next to me. I wondered if he was being serious, or if he was just looking for a way to shoehorn the phrase “hook up” into casual conversation. He bit into an apple way too hard. Juice rolled down the side of his hand and he licked it off. He wasn’t looking at me or making a big show out of it.
    I felt dirty for noticing.
    I found the laptop in a bag of textbooks from Camp Hell. I hoped it hadn’t been contaminated. I put it on Jacob’s coffee table and opened it up. “Where’s the modem?” Crash asked me, looking around the huge room.
    “Uh….”
    He raised an eyebrow. “Okay. Where’s your phone?”
    I looked around. We had a land line, right? I could call it and find out where it was if I knew the number.
    Crash threw his bulky wool duster over my little plastic table, the one reserved for my keys. It nearly collapsed under the duster’s weight. He sashayed into the kitchen. “Never mind. Here it is.”
    I watched the laptop power on. Crash returned to the furniture maze. “Okay. So where’s your wireless router?”
    Damn. I knew I’d gotten off too easily. “I don’t…know?” Crash crossed his arms. “Do you even have one?”
    “Maybe not?”
    “Okay, how about a CAT-5 cable?”
    I stared at him.
    “Like a phone cord, only fatter.”
    So it went, with him asking me for a bunch of bizarre things whose proper names I’d never heard before, and me looking like a total idiot. It took nearly an hour to hook up the cable, locate the carbonless form with our account information and password, and get everything up and running.
    And then the damn laptop had to download about eight hundred virus definitions. It does that every time I go online, which is why I hardly ever use it.
    “Fuckin’ A. That thing’s slower than a dead dog. Can’t you afford a new one?”
    “I’m not all that

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