Head On (Lock In, #2)

by John Scalzi

“You had certain expectations and understandings with your husband, Mrs. Chapman. About intimacy. About who you both spent your time with and how that time was spent. If your husband went against that, then he was unfaithful to you. Whether it counts as ‘sex’ is immaterial to that.”

“You’re planning to leave the cat with Chapman’s widow?” “We don’t need the cat,” I said. “We’ll take the data tag.” “And you think Marla Chapman will be happy to see the thing? ‘Here’s the cat your husband kept at the secret apartment where he was fucking other people, Mrs. Chapman. His name is Donut.’” “It’s possible I didn’t think this one through entirely,” I said after a minute. “It’s possible,” Vann agreed. “You want a cat?” I asked Vann. She glanced over for a second. “I’m not the one whose lap the thing is sitting in,” she said. “That’s because you’re driving. Put the car on autopilot and get some of this action.” “No.”

“If you’re hoping for the element of surprise, it helps to be surprising.” “That’s a good tip,” I said. “I’m going to remember that for next time.”

“Your pinky promises sit on a throne of lies,”