himself another little cup of sake and held it up in a mock toast. âIâm about to be obsolete, my dear. Again.â
âCan you stop that?â
âStop what?â
âStop looking backwards like all your best days are behind you. The most important moment in human history is about to happen and youâre pouting about not playing Zero anymore. Isnât there anything youâre looking forward to once we land?â
Benson could see where her train of thought was headed and tried to stop it before it built up steam. âNo, thatâs not it at all.â
âNo?â
âNo. Well, maybe a little. Iâve always felt like this job was a sort of retirement gift. But really, Conservation Codes? Declared lovers? Licensed babies? The new world isnât going to need people like us enforcing any of that nonsense.â
Theresa leaned back in her chair and hid an admiring smile behind a hand. âYou really believe that, donât you? Even after dealing with people at their worst every day for years, you still believe in their fundamental decency. Youâre a strangely stubborn optimist, Bryan Benson.â
âYou disagree?â
âOf course. The old rules will become extinct, but a whole new set will have to take their place. People will run to find the new boundaries as fast as they can. Somebody is going to have to be ready to jerk their chains when they finally reach them.â She held up her own little cup. âThatâs going to be us, sweetie.â
âFunny, youâre not the first person today toââ
âChrist, Devorah. What did I say about ringing first?â Benson was startled enough that he both said it aloud and into his plant interface.
âArenât you Jewish?â
âReally?â Theresa scolded. âHang up, Bryan. Weâre having dinner.â
Benson apologetically held up his hands. Theresa grabbed a segment of his perch roll with her chopsticks and angrily popped it into her mouth.
âIâm at dinner. A rather expensive one.â
Benson switched back to just the plant.
Benson cut the link before she could inquire any further, then looked up at Theresa, who had moved on to his catfish roll.
âWhatâs so important it canât wait until the end of our romantic dinner?â Theresa asked.
âOur dinner? You seem to be the only one eating.â
âLucky you. You know what they say about a girl with an appetite.â
âThat theyâre expensive dates?â
âIâm worth every red cent,â Theresa said confidently.
âThat you are.â Benson admired her plunging neckline for a moment before he leaned in and pitched his voice lower. âThe painting from Larabyâs apartment is real.â
Theresa put down her chopsticks and rested on her elbows with a strangely hungry look in her eyes. âWhatâs it worth?â
âIncalculable.â
âWell now, thatâs motive in my book.â
Benson nodded. âMine too, but for who? We donât have any suspects yet.â
A sly smirk tugged at Theresaâs lips. âThe museum gets to keep the painting now that