The Prisoner of Cell 25 (19 page)

“I was just looking.”

“No problem,” she said. “He’ll be here soon anyway. He wanted to meet us around one. Which is”—she looked at her watch—“almost a half hour from now. Are you ready for a break?”

Taylor nodded.

“Good. Because I want to show you something.” Tara led her to Via Rodeo, where they wandered through the cobblestone roads, pausing at the fountains and wrought-iron lamps and arches. Griffin still followed, but at a distance.

“This is so beautiful,” Taylor said.

“It’s European,” Tara explained. “Have you ever seen the real thing? Europe?”

“No. Someday.” Taylor’s parents had promised to take her on a tour of Europe the summer after she graduated from high school.

Something that even with her mother’s professional discounts, they’d still have to save and sacrifice for. Thinking of her parents made her heart ache.

Tara touched her shoulder. “No? You will. You are going to love our vacations.” They walked past a crowd of tourists posing in front of a fountain and crossed the street toward the Beverly Wilshire.

“Are you having fun?”

Taylor nodded, even though she was still afraid.

“Told you you’d like it. Only one thing I’m disappointed about. I usually see celebrities. I guess you can’t have everything.” Before Taylor could say anything Tara asked, “Are you hungry yet?”

Taylor figured they had spent more than ten thousand dollars on clothes. “Are you sure we’re not going to get in trouble for spending so much?”

“We might get in trouble for not spending enough. This is what we’re supposed to do.”

“I just can’t believe this,” Taylor said, feeling confused.

“Believe it. It’s the way it is all the time. Dr. Hatch always says special people should have special things.” Her face lit. “You like sushi, don’t you?”

“I’m not sure. I’ve never had it. But I’ve always wanted to try it.”

“I’ve got a place for you.”

They walked a couple of blocks to a Japanese restaurant. Urasawa.

The restaurant’s lobby was crowded and Tara pushed her way to the hostess counter, which embarrassed Taylor immensely.

“A table for three,” Tara said.

The hostess, a middle-aged Japanese woman, looked at her dully.

“Do you have reservations?”

“No,” Tara said confidently. “We’re with the Elgen Academy.”

The woman slightly bowed. “My apologies;
gomen nasai.
Right this way.” She whispered into a nearby waitress’s ear, then grabbed the menus and immediately led Tara and Taylor to a table near the back of the restaurant. “We reserve this table for celebrities,” the woman said. “Welcome to Urasawa.”

As they sat down a kimono-clad waitress brought out a plate of 
gyoza
.

“This is amazing,” Taylor said. “I can’t believe they just let us in.”

Tara looked at the menu. “Of course they did.”

Taylor looked at the empty seat. “Is Griffin going to eat with us?”

Tara crinkled her nose. “No. Why would he do that?”

“Then who’s the third seat for?”

“Hopefully, that seat would be for me,” Dr. Hatch said. He was standing next to the table, dressed casually in light slacks and a polo shirt.

Tara smiled. “Hello, Dr. Hatch.”

Taylor bristled at the sight of him, but faked a smile.

“May I join you?” he asked.

“Of course,” Tara said.

He pulled out a chair and sat down. “So how goes the shopping? Having fun?”

“We’ve spent about ten thousand dollars so far,” Tara said.

“Only ten?” Hatch said. “Come on, girls, you need to pick up the pace. Shop like you mean it.”

Taylor looked at him in wonderment. Dr. Hatch lifted a pair of chopsticks and helped himself to one of the dumplings. “Hmm,” he

said. “Fabulous.”

The waitress returned with a large platter of sushi, tempura, and 
yakiniku
. The waitress bowed to Dr. Hatch. “Dr. Hatch,
youkoso
.”

“Domo arigato gozaimasu.”

Tara and Dr. Hatch attacked the food while Taylor fumbled with her chopsticks.

“This is great sushi,” Tara said. “Not as good as that place we ate in Tokyo last summer . . . But it’s still good.”

“Kyubei,” Hatch said. “Wonderful restaurant. One of the few places that still serves puffer fish.”

“You went to Tokyo?” Taylor asked.

“Oh, yeah. We go everywhere. Last year the family went on a trip to Japan, Beijing, Hong Kong, and Taiwan.”

“I’ve always wanted to travel,” Taylor said.

Dr. Hatch handed Taylor a fork. “Chopsticks can be such a bother. Please, enjoy. The
unagi
is especially delicious.”

Taylor speared a piece. “What’s this?”

“Eel,” Tara said. “It’s my favorite.”

Taylor took a tiny bite while Tara and Hatch watched her expectantly. “What do you think?” Hatch asked.

“It looks gross, but it’s pretty good.”

Hatch smiled. “Things aren’t always what they seem,” he said.

Taylor sensed he wasn’t talking about food.

“Bet you didn’t have sushi this good in Idaho,” Tara said.

“I didn’t have it at all. Sushi’s kind of expensive.”

“That’s too bad,” Tara said.

“It’s not a big deal,” Taylor said defensively. “It’s just food.”

“Taylor’s right,” Hatch said. “It is just food. And besides, want is a thing of the past.” He smiled at her. “From now on you’re going to experience things you’ve only dreamed of. And you’re going to travel to places you’ve only imagined: Bali, Nepal, Moscow, Paris, Rome.  And that’s just the beginning. We have a student traveling right now from London to Dubai. It’s a brave new world, Taylor. A brave new world with endless opportunities.”  He gestured with his chopsticks. “Think of it. Every day billions of people wake up to lives of desperation—some just hoping to survive another miserable day. Those few with enough to eat, are hoping their lives might mean something—hoping their dreams and existence won’t just blow away with the sands of time. But not you. Not anymore. What we do at the academy, what you do as one of the chosen, will endure. Someday people will read textbooks about you.  You will be talked about and discussed just like the early pioneers and explorers in today’s textbooks. You are Christopher Columbus, Marco Polo, and Neil Armstrong, all in one.”

“Why would they talk about me?” Taylor asked.

“Because you are a pioneer in a very real sense. You are the prototype of the next great species. You will be more famous than you can possibly imagine.”

Taylor didn’t know what to say.

After another half hour Hatch said, “Are you girls almost done eating? Because I have a surprise for Taylor.”

Tara smiled. “Lucky girl. Dr. Hatch has the best surprises.”

“Are you ready?” Hatch asked.

“I guess so,” Taylor said.

Hatch stood and raised his hand. The waitress rushed over. “
Hai, 
sir.”

“Put it on our tab, thirty percent tip.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

They walked out of the restaurant. A black Cadillac Escalade with tinted windows was idling out front. Two black-suited men with ear radios and aviator sunglasses stood next to the car. Hatch waved to them. “We’re just going to walk. It’s only a few blocks from here.”

“What’s a few blocks?” Taylor asked.

“Have you ever heard of Harry Winston?” Hatch asked.

“Harry Winston the jeweler?”

“Exactly,” he said, looking impressed. “How do you know Harry Winston?”

“It’s in that song, ‘Diamonds Are a Girl’s Best Friend.’ They say, ‘talk to me Harry Winston.’”

Dr. Hatch laughed. “Brava! Very good, Taylor. You’re much too young to know that though.”

“My mom liked that song. I mean, likes that song.” It bothered her that she had used the past tense.

Hatch nodded. “Did you know that Harry Winston acquired and gave away the most famous diamond in history? It’s called the Hope diamond and it’s more than forty-five carats. Today it’s on display at the Smithsonian Institution in Washington, D.C. What’s most impressive to me is that not only did he acquire a gem once owned by King Louis the XIV, but he also had the guts to cut it. He had the courage to improve it. That’s how you make history. You cut against the rough.” He looked up. “And here we are,” he said, raising his hands.

The store was composed of smooth gray stone. A simple brass sign out front read hW, and below that, harry Winston.

A man opened the door for them. “Hello, Dr. Hatch.”

Hatch waved the girls ahead. “Girls. After you.”

Taylor had never been in such a luxurious place before. The floors were carpeted in rich chocolate hues and the walls were a dark mahogany. It was cool inside and windowless, the room lit by large wall lamps. The atmosphere was hushed, as if they’d entered a museum or library.

“This is the place to buy jewelry. This is where the stars come when they’re up for an Oscar,” Tara said.

“And you,” Hatch said to Taylor, “are a star.”

An older gentleman with silver hair whisked across the room to greet them. “Ah, Dr. Hatch,” he said with a French accent. “It’s so good to see you again. I have the necklaces you requested right over here.”

“Thank you. Tara, I’m going to spend a little time with Taylor.  Why don’t you find yourself some earrings.”

“Yes, sir.”

“This way, Taylor,” Hatch said.

The jeweler led them to a small private room. In the center of the room there was a round polished marble desk with a mirror and a magnifying glass. “Shall I bring in a preliminary selection?”

“Please,” Hatch said, matching the Frenchman’s formal tone and winking at Taylor. The man nodded and left the room.

He returned a moment later carrying three boxes, which he laid reverently in front of Taylor, lifting the lids off one by one. “I would like to show you a sampling from our classic selection. First, the Loop Necklace.” He held it out for her to examine. “This elegant piece is made up from three hundred and fifty-eight round diamonds. It is immaculate.”

“It’s beautiful,” Taylor said.

“Would you like to see it on?” Hatch asked.

“Really? Sure.” Taylor held her hair off her neck while the jeweler placed the necklace on her. He fastened the necklace, then slid a small oval mirror across the table toward her so she could look at herself.

The necklace felt heavy and cool. Each diamond glistened like it was on show.

“Wow . . .” She touched the necklace. She couldn’t believe she was wearing it.

“Show her the next one,” Hatch said.

“The next one?” Taylor asked.

The man nodded as he unclasped the necklace Taylor was wearing. “Certainly. The Baby Wreath Necklace consists of one hundred seventeen round and marquise-cut diamonds for a total of twenty-five carats. The pendant is set in platinum.” The necklace was shorter and thicker, the diamonds set in an intricate pattern of holly-shaped links.

“Do you like it?” Hatch asked.

“It’s cool,” Taylor said.

“And the one I’ve saved for last. Nightlife. Made up of sixty round and pear-shaped diamonds for a total of thirteen carats within a platinum setting.”

Taylor gasped when she saw it. The brilliant diamonds hung from a delicate-looking platinum chain, the different diamond cuts alternating in a stunning pattern.

Hatch turned to Taylor. “Anything stand out?”

Taylor smiled in spite of herself. “This one. Definitely.” She touched the necklace delicately.

The jeweler nodded approvingly. “A beautiful piece,” he said.

“We’d like to try it on please,” Hatch said.

The man lifted the necklace out of its case and handed it to Hatch. Hatch put it around Taylor’s neck. The white diamonds glistened against her tan skin like they were alive. Taylor had never seen anything so beautiful in her life. She wondered what her friends would think if they saw her now. But rather than joy, the thought brought her sadness. She missed her friends and she felt guilty for enjoying herself.

“What do you think?” Hatch asked.

“It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

“How much is this trinket?” he asked.

“Just a minute, sir.” He turned over the tag. “That piece is one hundred sixty-eight.”

“One hundred and sixty-eight dollars?” Taylor asked.

The jeweler almost choked.

“No,” Hatch said. “One hundred sixty-eight
thousand
dollars.”

Taylor suddenly felt very uncomfortable. “That’s like wearing a house.”

“Fortunately not quite as heavy,” Hatch said smiling. “But do you like it?”

“It’s incredible.”

“Good. Then it’s yours.”

She looked up at him in amazement. “What?”

“It’s our welcome-home gift to you.”

Taylor was speechless. “You’re kidding.”

Hatch put his hand on her arm, touching her bare skin. “I would never kid about something as important as that. We are so glad you’ve come home.”

As he spoke his thoughts coursed through Taylor’s mind. A chill rose up her spine and the depth of the darkness filled her with such terror she was suddenly nauseous. Taylor shuddered and pulled away.

Hatch looked at her curiously. “Are you okay?”

Taylor swallowed. “Sorry. I guess I’m not used to sushi.”

He nodded. “Of course. It’s an acquired taste.”

“Would you like the necklace wrapped up or will you be wearing it out?” the jeweler asked.

Hatch looked at Taylor. “Taylor?”

Taylor unfastened the necklace. “I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, sir. But you’ve already done enough. I’m really not used to all this.”

“I understand.” He turned to the man and handed back the necklace. “Put this on hold. The young lady would like to think about it.”

“Very well, sir,” he said, disappointment evident in his voice. He returned the jewelry to the display case.

“Can we just go back?” Taylor asked.

“Absolutely. You came in the Rolls?”

“Yes,” Taylor said.

Hatch took out his phone and pushed a button on it. “Pick us up outside Harry Winston.” He slid the phone back in his pocket. “Come on, Tara.”

Tara took off the pearl earrings she was trying on and said to the woman helping her, “Sorry. Out of time.”