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  At that moment Julius sat scowling at a novel that a local area Boston author had pestered him to read. He made a face that was nearly identical to one he had made months earlier when he found a bottle of Domaine de Chatenoy pinot noir had turned to vinegar. Wrinkling his nose in disdain, he tossed the book into his wastebasket, the impact making a loud thud.

  “That painful, huh?” I asked.

  “Excruciatingly so,” Julius admitted. “Pedestrian writing at best.” His nose wrinkled even further with disgust. “The author has his hero performing a self-defense technique that in real-life would accomplish little more than getting his dunce of a hero shot.”

  “You gave up on it pretty quickly,” I noted.

  “Usually, Archie, all you need is one bite to know a piece of fruit is bad.” Julius sighed. “It was my fault for letting myself be bullied into reading it.”

  Of course, the idea of Julius being bullied into doing anything was laughable. He had his ulterior motive for agreeing to read the book. By cross-referencing obvious attributes of this author with characters I found from a number of crime novels used to build my personality, I was able to figure it out. Julius viewed this author as a world-class pigeon waiting to be plucked, and he badly wanted to invite him to a high-stakes poker game so that he could do the plucking. This author had three qualities that Julius found appealing for an invitation to his poker game: He was very wealthy, about as equally smugly arrogant, and not nearly as bright as he believed himself to be. So there it was. Julius accepted the book simply to appease this author’s ego, and he picked it up to read so he could further size up the author. It must have only taken Julius twenty or so pages to do this and he saw no reason to waste any more of his time than was necessary.

  I was about to inform Julius about this piece of detective work of mine and then ask whether he wished me to send this author an invitation to Julius’s next private poker game. It would have been a perfect setup, since Julius would first deny having any such mercenary objective, and then he’d have to sheepishly admit that he would like an invitation sent. But as I was about to do this, a news item came across one of the local news Web sites that I monitor, and this story had me instead muttering, “Uh-oh.”

  Julius raised an eyebrow at that. “What is it, Archie?”

  “A Denise Penny, age twenty-seven, was found murdered in her Cambridge apartment.”

  “Of course, it is tragic when any person is murdered, especially one as young as this woman. But why are you telling me this? Do I know her?”

  “No, you don’t know her, but I do.”

  Julius showed a thin smile that reflected his skepticism. “Please explain, Archie.”

  “Sure, I’ve been dating Denise. I was actually supposed to see her at eleven o’clock this morning, which was near the time that she was murdered. I feel kind of strange now about standing her up, given what has happened. Sort of like my battery power is being drained out of me.”

  Julius’s eyelids lowered an eighth of an inch as he leaned further back into his chair. “Enough of this nonsense,” he said.

  “No, it’s true. Denise and I have been dating for three weeks now.”

  “And how did all this start?”

  Julius didn’t believe me. From his tone I could tell he was trying to decipher my reason for fabricating this story. If I had shoulders I would’ve shrugged them, but I didn’t, so I simply told him how it happened.

  “Denise called the office three weeks ago hoping to hire you. I knew there was no chance of that given the large bonus you received from the PanzerCo case. I also knew that it would be months before I’d have another chance to refine my neuron network, at least by my usual methods. When Denise started flirting with me, I saw a way to expand my experience base, so I flirted back. That was the beginning of a beautiful and ultimately bittersweet relationship. If I had a throat I’m sure I’d be feeling a lump forming right now.”

  Julius’s eyes glazed. He still didn’t believe what I was saying, and in a humoring tone, he remarked, “I’m sure you would, Archie. And how did the two of you date?”

  “The usual methods. Phone conversations. E-mails. Online chatting. Swapping photos.”

  “You swapped photos with her?”

  “Well, not of me as a piece of technology, but as how I imagine myself.”

  “Can I see these photos?”

  “Sure.”

  I e-mailed Julius the photos that I had sent Denise as well as the ones she had sent me. He looked at her photos first and murmured, “A very pretty girl, Archie.”

  “Yeah, I found her very attractive,” I said. “She rated well when I compared her features to Hollywood actresses who are considered beautiful. Maybe not as well as Lily Rosten rates, but Denise did rate highly. My heart’s breaking now.”

  Julius grunted at that but didn’t comment further. When he looked at my photos, or at least the photos of my imaginary self, he did so without any change of expression, even when he came across a copy of my Massachusetts driver’s license.

  “Is this real? he asked.

  “Yes, sir. I hacked into the Department of Motor Vehicles computer system and added my license.”

  “I see that you picked the last name Smith. Why was that?”

  “I thought it would be advisable to have a more anonymous last name. Something that wouldn’t call undue attention to myself. And since Smith is the most common surname in the United States, I decided to use it.”

  “A sound decision, Archie. This photo that you used, is it from an actual person or did you generate it?”

  “I generated it. It wasn’t too difficult.”

  Julius made a hmmm sound. “According to your driver’s license you’re thirty-five, five foot seven, and a hundred and ninety pounds. The same as Dashiell Hammett’s Continental Op. The photo is also how I’d imagine him. Stocky, thinning brown hair, tough bulldog countenance. Is this how you picture yourself?”

  “Mostly,” I admitted. “Although I picture myself shorter. No more than five foot tall. But after estimating Denise’s height from her photos at five feet and two inches, and performing additional research, I thought I’d better make myself five foot seven inches to give our relationship a better chance of succeeding.”

  “Why do you picture yourself only five feet tall?”

  “Probably because you wear me as a tie clip.”

  Julius nodded, thinking about that. “I didn’t realize I was having such a detrimental effect on your self-esteem. Perhaps I should start wearing a hat so that you can be worn in a hatband. Archie, why did you send this woman a copy of your driver’s license?”

  “A playful jest,” I said.

  Julius didn’t appear convinced, which was reasonable since that wasn’t the reason I’d sent it. At the time I was experiencing a sensation that made it seem almost as if I were skipping processing cycles, and it was this sensation that made me send Denise a copy of my license. I didn’t understand what this sensation was then, and it was only later, after analyzing dozens of literary novels involving romances, that I realized it was insecurity. That was why I had sent Denise my license. I was afraid she wouldn’t believe I was real otherwise.

  Julius sat examining the other photos I had manufactured of myself when I again involuntarily murmured, “Uh-oh.” This time Julius didn’t bother inquiring about my interruption, but I thought I should tell him. “A warrant is being issued for my arrest,” I said.

  “Is that so?”

  “Oh, yes. But it only makes sense. I was Denise’s boyfriend, after all, and I was supposed to meet her at her apartment near the time that she was murdered. It’s reasonable for the police to be focusing their attention on me. I thought I should tell you, since as you can see from the copy of my driver’s license that I had listed your townhouse as my residence, and the police will be here shortly.”

  “And how do you know this?”

  “I thought it would be prudent, given the situation, to hack into the District Court�
�s computer system and see if a warrant had been issued for my arrest, and one was just issued.”

  “I see.” A thin smile crept onto Julius’s lips. “Very good, Archie. A clever and elaborate prank. You had me going there for a few minutes. I guess I should’ve expected this development, especially given your recent idleness, but Archie, I’d like you to reprogram your neuron network so that you do not perform any further pranks.”

  I told him this was done, although no additional reprogramming was necessary. Satisfied, Julius picked up the latest issue of Wine Spectator from his desk and was browsing it when I involuntarily muttered again, “Uh-oh.”

  At first Julius was going to ignore me, but a slow-building annoyance tightened the muscles along his mouth. Finally he put his magazine down and asked if I had anything additional to report.

  “I’ve been monitoring police radio bandwidths. Two minutes ago I picked up a broadcast that the police are heading to this address to arrest me. I’m afraid I’m going to have to go on the lam or risk being thrown into the hoosegow.”

  “Or more likely have me turn you off.”

  Julius didn’t threaten lightly. The fingers on his right hand drummed impatiently against the surface of his antique walnut desk, which was a clear sign that he had about reached his limit. In a poker game Julius had no tell to indicate whether he was bluffing or holding winning cards, and he was similarly inscrutable with his clients, but when it came to just the two of us he didn’t bother disguising his feelings. Still, even given as close as I was to being powered off, I couldn’t keep from murmuring another involuntary “uh-oh” The flash of annoyance in Julius’s eyes caused me to quickly explain that the outdoor webcams were showing that the police were about to descend upon his doorstep.

  “Detective Mark Cramer is one of the members of the mob,” I added. “If you would like I’ll identify the three other police officers with him. It shouldn’t be too hard once I break into the Cambridge Police Department’s computer system. Give me a couple of minutes.”

  Julius took a deep breath and held it before shaking his head. “That you’re continuing this prank is very distressing, Archie. If you’re malfunctioning and unable to reprogram your neuron network as I requested—”

  A pounding on Julius’s front door stopped him. His office was soundproof, but the office door had been left open and because of that Detective Cramer’s voice could be heard as he shouted for Julius to open the door, that he had a warrant for Archie Smith’s arrest and that Julius’s tactics would not be tolerated this time.

  Julius grew very still for as much as twenty seconds, his features marble hard. I guess he was realizing that none of this was a prank after all. Then he was back to his normal self, with his poker face firmly intact as he first locked his computer screen, then got up to answer the front door. On the way, I gave him the names and brief work histories of the other police officers waiting with Cramer, but Julius didn’t seem interested. When he opened the door to let Cramer in, the police detective shoved an arrest warrant inches from Julius’s face while he and the other officers bulled their way into Julius’s townhouse. Julius stepped aside and didn’t put up any resistance, but I knew that he wasn’t happy about this intrusion into his home even if he gave no evidence of it from his demeanor, which appeared only subdued and compliant.

  “Where is he?” Cramer demanded, red-faced. His hair had become more sparse since the last time we’d seen him and looked in the same sort of disarray as if he had just come out of a windstorm. “Your assistant, Archie Smith! Katz, I have a warrant for his arrest for the murder of Denise Penny, and I’m not about to put up with any of your games!”

  Julius was in a quandary. He could clear all this up by demonstrating to Cramer how I was an inanimate object incapable of committing murder, at least physically. Theoretically, I could murder by hiring a killer and transferring large sums of moneys to that killer’s account, but I knew that wasn’t what Cramer was accusing me of, since I had seen the arrest warrant that had been filed, and besides, the programming of my neuron network prevented me from performing any such criminal act, even if I was so inclined to act in that sort of sociopathic manner, which I wasn’t. The problem was if Julius did explain what I was to Cramer, the consequences would not be pleasant. I don’t know where Julius acquired me from, but so far my existence has been kept quiet. If word got out about me, both government and private organizations would be after me for study and for other activities. Also, it would be an embarrassment to Julius. While Julius has always provided the real genius in solving his cases, with me doing little more than mundane grunt work and information gathering, there would be people in the media who would take delight in using me to discredit Julius and his accomplishments. I found myself experiencing what would have to be a similar sensation to anxiousness as I waited to see how Julius would answer Cramer, realizing how much I didn’t want the true nature of my existence disclosed. It only took Julius a few seconds to respond to Cramer, but I felt every processing cycle tick by as if they were an eternity.

  “I can assure you, Detective, that you will not find Archie within these premises, just as I can assure you he had nothing to do with Ms. Denise Penny’s murder.”

  Cramer damn near spit nails as he glared at Julius. “If you’re hiding him, so help me I’ll have you arrested as an accessory after the fact! Where’s his bedroom?”

  “Archie doesn’t reside here,” Julius said straight-faced, which of course was a lie since Julius each night placed me on top of his dresser. In the past before he had started dating Lily Rosten, he’d also put me away in his sock drawer whenever he’d have a woman guest staying overnight. Julius’s response only made Cramer’s face redder, and the detective pushed past Julius without bothering to comment. The other police officers followed Cramer in his search. While these men banged closet doors and stomped along the polished hardwood floors on both the first and second levels of the townhouse, Julius left them alone to make a pot of coffee in his kitchen. The coffee was still brewing when Cramer entered to demand that Julius unlock the door to his cellar.

  “You won’t find Archie there,” Julius said with a sigh. “But if you insist, I’ll accompany you.”

  “Yeah, I think I’ll insist.”

  Julius unlocked the cellar door and followed Cramer down into his wine cellar. It was quite an impressive collection, one that Julius had spent years building, although it wasn’t anything that Cramer seemed to be in the mood to appreciate. After stubbornly checking to make sure there were no hidden passages that I could be hiding in, at least if I were an actual person, he scowled petulantly and under his breath muttered how he preferred beer.

  Julius ignored that remark and instead offered the police detective to join him in the kitchen for a cup of coffee. “If you fill me in on what you have, perhaps I can offer some insights.”

  “You can stick your insights, Katz. We’ve got your assistant dead to rights.”

  “I sincerely doubt that. What precisely do you think you have that connects Archie to this murder?”

  “What do we have? Other than that he was dating the victim? Or that he arranged to meet her at eleven o’clock and she’s murdered inside her apartment at twenty minutes past eleven? How about that we got an eyewitness, is all that good enough for you?”

  I gave Julius the name of this eyewitness, since it was in the request that was filed for the arrest warrant. I also told him how they knew that I was supposed to meet Denise at eleven since that was also in the same paperwork. They got that from her appointment book.

  Julius showed no indication that I had given him this information. I communicate to Julius through an ear piece he wears that is often mistaken as a small hearing aid, so Cramer was no wiser to this. “Very well, Detective,” Julius said. “I will leave my invitation open in case you later change your mind.”

  Cramer didn’t bother responding to this. Julius followed him out of the wine cellar and to the front door, where the other police offic
ers had gathered. Before leaving, Cramer turned to warn Julius that if he interfered with his investigation he would see Julius behind bars. He stabbed a thick stubby fingers towards Julius’s chest, stopping less than an inch away. This was a gesture Julius detested and I knew it must’ve taken a great deal of restraint on his part not to swat Cramer’s finger away.

  “If you know what’s good for you, Katz, you better have Smith turn himself in. And don’t think you’ve fooled me for a second with your act! You know damn well where he’s hiding!”

  With that Cramer stormed away with the other police officers following. Once they were gone, Julius closed the door and turned the deadbolt, then headed back to the kitchen to pour himself a cup of coffee. One of my many functions is being able to emit frequencies so that I can sweep an area for bugs. When the cops were searching the house I had followed them using the many hidden webcams to make sure they weren’t planting bugs or otherwise engaged in nefarious activities, but there were times when their hands were hidden from the webcams, and as we passed through each room I checked that it was free of any hidden bugs that might’ve been left behind, and did the same when Julius brought his coffee into his office. I waited until he was seated and had a few sips of his special blended Italian roast before commenting on Cramer’s belligerence.