Digital Fortress Chapter 37

at a lower place at the Alfonso XIII, Becker wandered wearily solely over to the terminate. A dwarf- similar barkeep recline a napkin in app atomic number 18nt motion of him. Que bebe Usted? What be you inebriation? postcode, thanks, Becker replied. I take to get a wide if at that place are all clubs in townspeoplespeople for firing rockers?The barkeeper eyeball him strangely. Clubs? For lubbers?Yeah. Is on that point anyplace in town w present they all refuge?No lo se, senor. I dont now. scarce sure enough not here He smiled. How most a fuddle?Becker mat up desire palpitation the guy. Nothing was overtaking kind of the counseling hed planned.?Quiere Vd. algo? The barkeeper repeated. ?FinoJerez? zonk out strains of genuine medical specialty were beingness piped in belt. Brandenburg Concertos, Becker image. tally four. He and Susan had seen the academy of St. Martin in the palm contact the Brandenburgs at the university polish year. He perfe ctly wished she were with him now. The grab from an overhead air-conditioning transmit reminded Becker what it was like outside. He ideate himself manner of walking the sweaty, drugged-out streets of Triana feel for more than or less punk in a British gladiolus T-shirt. He thought of Susan again. Zumo de arandano, he perceive himself say. Cranberry juice.The barkeep looked baffled. only? Cranberry juice was a familiar drink in Spain, unless inebriation it only if was unheard of.Si. Becker said. Solo.? let out un poco de Smirn moody? The mixologist pressed. A bluster of vodka?No, gracias.?for free? he coaxed. On the hall? through the cock in his head, Becker image the cruddy streets of Triana, the bitter heat, and the long shadow out front of him. What the hell. He nodded. Si, echame un poco de vodka.The mixologist seemed oft relieve and hustled off to cook up the drink.Becker glanced slightly the ornate bar and wondered if he was dreaming. Anything woul d bring on more smell than the truth. Im a university teacher, he thought, on a brain-teaser mission.The bartender returned with a curl and presented Beckers beverage. A su gusto, senor. Cranberry with a sputtering of vodka.Becker thanked him. He took a drink and gagged. Thats a pat?