Page 47 of Pulse Zero
I focus harder.
Work. Just work.
We move to the hallway, and I climb the ladder again.
“You’re not going to ask?”
I consider Harrison’s question while I install the next camera. People usually expect me to be curious about the jobs they hire me for, and Iam. But…
“I think I have enough going for me that I don’t need to addinsufferably nosyto the list,” I answer honestly. “I try to mind my own business as best I can. But if you’re in a sharing mood…”
He doesn’t hesitate.
“What would you do if I told you reincarnation is real?”
My foot slips on one of the steps of the ladder, and it wobbles.
“Fuck!”
Harrison steps forward calmly and steadies it.
“Thanks,” I mutter, my heart still in my throat.
I continue working, trying to come up with a response different than the typical,I’d say you’re insane. What the fuck are you supposed to say to the man who just casually brought up reincarnation as calmly as one would the weather?
“Reincarnation as in dying and coming back in your next lifeas a cockroach or…”
“Not a cockroach. But, yes.”
“So what? Is this some case of you having fucked over someone in your past life and now they’re out to get you?”
He chuckles. “Not too far off. Let’s just say there’s someone out to get the man I care about. I need more than just surveillance. I want to ruin him.”
Ruin him.
Not kill, not stop, not expose.
Ruin.
Yeah, I know exactly how that feels.
I also know what an opportunity looks like…
“Then I’m your guy.”
As I continue working, Harrison fills me in on the exact nature of the job so that I can do everything I need to effectively. I already signed an NDA for him, so he tells me everything. And I meaneverything.
And, apparently…
Reincarnation is very real.
It sounds fucking wild. I can’t help but think heisa little insane, but everything he says sure does make it sound true. I guess I’m openminded enough to believe in the supernatural or metaphysical or whatever the fuck you want to call it.
For a moment, I think abouthim.
Couldhehave been reincarnated?
Then Harrison tells me the person has to take some drug his father created in their past life in order to remember who they were in the next.
