Remember When

of thinking came out of it. On the surface, Whittier's built a good, decent life. But it's often what's under the surface that drives people. He has a lot to lose if it comes out-who his father was, what he did, that Steven Whittier is a figment."
    "Is that what you think?" He touched her, a hand to her cheek, a cheek pale from a restless night.
    "Because the name was given to him along the way instead of at the beginning, it isn't real?"
    "It's not what I think, it's what he thinks that matters."
    Now he framed her face. "You know who you are, Eve."
    "Most of the time." She lifted a hand, laid it on his wrist. "You want to come along because of the nightmare. You'd already worked it out that I was making correlations with myself on this. I won't deny I have, but it doesn't get in the way of the job."
    "I didn't think it would."
    "I'll think about it. I'll contact you and let you know." She turned toward the door, then back.
    "Thanks."
    "You're welcome."
    ***
    The building on Avenue B was a beauty. Or as she was told by the cooperative job foreman, the three buildings being turned into one multipurpose complex was a beauty. The old brick had already been blasted clean of grime and soot and graffiti so the color glowed muted rose.
    She doubted that would last long.
    The lines were clean and straight, with the beauty in the simplicity of form.
    "Damn shame the way it was let go" was foreman Hinkey's opinion as he walked them inside the entrance of the middle building. "Useta be apartments and such, and the basic structures held up.
    But, jeemaneze, you shoulda seen the guts of the place. Torn to shit and back. Wood rotted out, floors sagging, plumbing out of the freaking Ice Age. You had your cracked drywall and your busted windows. Some people just got no respect for buildings, you know?"
    "Guess not. You lock the place down tight when the crew's not here?"
    "Damn straight. You got your vandals and your looters and your sidewalk sleepers, your assholes looking for a place to screw around or deal." He shook his head, adorned with a dusty Whittier gimme cap. "We got a lot of equipment in here, not to mention the supplies. Steve-Mr. Whittier-he don't stint on security. He runs a class operation."
    She didn't know about class, but she knew about noise. Inside there was plenty of it.
    "Lot of space," she commented.
    "Five floors, three buildings. You got round about eighteen thousand square, not counting rooftop area. Gonna be a mix of residential and business. Keeping as much of the original structures and features we can salvage, and we'll install new where we can't, keeping the original style."
    "Yeah. This much space, three buildings, there's a lot of ways in and out. A lot to cover."
    "We got a central security system, and individual backups on each building."
    "Who's got the codes?"
    "Ah, that'd be Steve, myself, head carpenter, assistant foreman and the security company."
    "You can give those names to my partner. We'd like to look around."
    "You going any farther than this, you gotta have your hard hat and goggles. That's the law."
    "No problem." Eve took the canary-yellow construction hat and the safety glasses. "Can you show me where you've used the flame sealant?"
    "Damn near all the subflooring's been sealed." He scratched his chin. "You want, we can start here, work our way through. But I'm telling you, nobody coulda gotten in here after hours."
    "It's my job to check it out, Hinkey."
    "Gotta do what you gotta." He jerked a thumb and began to wind his way around equipment.
    "This here's commercial space. Probably lease it to a restaurant. This here floor's been sealed up.
    Had to rip out what was left of the original. New flooring's not installed yet, just the sub and seal."
    Eve took the scanner out of her field kit and ran a standard for blood trace. Gauging the size of the building, the time it would take to scan each area of flooring, she straightened from her crouch.
    "Can you do me a favor, Hinkey? How about you get somebody to take my partner through the next building while you and I go through this one? We'll hit the third after that. Save us all some time and trouble."
    "Whatever you want." He took a two-way off his belt. "Yo, Carmine. Need you floor one, building two."
    They divided into teams, and Eve moved from area to area on the first floor. After a while she was able, for the most part, to tune out the noise. Buzzing and whirling, the sucking of compressors and the smack of air guns.
    The voices