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possessions should be en route to your new quarters within the hour." She
reached into a desk drawer and handed me a key. "Accommodation Block B.
It's just around the corner."
The elation I'd felt a few moments earlier had vanished. Everything was
happening so fast. I'd thought I'd have at least a couple of days to
arrange everything. I'd thought I'd be able to spend some time with Jimmy
and say good-bye to all my friends and maybe have a big farewell bash at
Larry's, and now it looked like I wasn't going to do any of those things.
And I didn't like the thought of strangers in my room, going through all
my things.
I dumped four heavy bags on the lobby floor of Accommodation Block B and
held my I.D. out to the clerk behind the desk. "Ah yes, Kelly," he said,
checking the name against a list on his computer. "Been shopping, have
you?"
I turned the key in the door of my new quarters on the thirty-first floor
and switched on the lights. Not only had my possessions been delivered in
my absence; they'd been unpacked. I blinked several times, shaking my head
in disbelief. Everything was exactly the same, the same standard
furnishings, the same light blue paper on the walls. I could have been
back in my room at Northwest Area, if it wasn't for the fact that this
place was so much cleaner.
But that won't last long, I thought, flopping onto the bed. I rolled onto
my side was asleep within seconds.

Officer James Rodriguez
Room 1728
Accommodation Block A
Northwest Area

Dear Jimmy,
I must have written you at least a dozen times over the last two months,
so how come I haven't heard anything back from you?
Everything's okay this end, though I miss you and the rest of the old
traffic gang something terrible. None of them have written to me either.
What the hell's going on, huh?
Bruce (I told you about him, he's my partner) and I get along just fine,
but - this is going to sound corny - he just isn't you. Goofy, huh? I
can almost hear you laughing over the net.
Please Jimmy, please please write back.
Nora
I re-read the letter I'd typed on my bedside screen before I pressed the
key to mail it. I'd tried to keep it short and light this time; my last
couple of letters had sounded kind of desperate. But what was I supposed
to do? This not hearing anything was driving me crazy.
I got up and made a cup of coffee.
A couple of hours later, I opened a bottle of Scotch. Jimmy still hadn't
written back.
Kopalski knocked on my door a little after eight. He lived a couple of
floors above me, and we'd got into the habit of leaving for parade
together. But this was our night off.