A light comes on in the bedroom. Allegra wanders out in an extra-extra-large Max Overload T-shirt. Vidocq follows, tying his robe.
“What time is it? What’s going on?” asks Allegra, rubbing her eyes.
Now that I can see, I carry Brigitte over to where they’re standing.
“She’s hurt and she’s lost a lot of blood.”
“Who is she? If she needs blood take her to an emergency room.”
“She isn’t hospital hurt. She’s Kinski hurt, but he’s gone, so you’re Kinski tonight.”
“What happened to her?”
“There was a metric assload of Drifters. One of them bit her.”
“What the hell? What’s a Drifter?”
“A High Plains Drifter.”
Vidocq clears his throat.
“He means revenants. Zombies.”
Allegra’s forehead creases in a frown.
“There really are zombies? Why doesn’t anyone tell me these things?”
“They’re extremely rare. I’ve only seen an outbreak once in this country and it was put down quickly.”
I say, “History later. A chunk of her neck is missing.”
Allegra points past me.
“Put her on the kitchen counter.”
She and Vidocq grab plates, utensils, and a cutting board and toss them on a nearby table. When there’s a clean spot, I lay out Brigitte, facedown. Allegra pushes the hair back from Brigitte’s wound. I put a kitchen towel under her so her face isn’t right on the tile.
“Eugène, get the first-aid kit from the bathroom. And the pharaoh grubs.”
He leaves. Allegra turns on a metal desk lamp she keeps there for reading cookbooks and potions. As she tentatively runs her fingers around the edges of Brigitte’s wound, she holds the light by her face.
“Who is she? Is she from the store? I swear I’ve seen her somewhere.”
“She’s Brigitte Bardo. You two probably watched some of her movies together.”
She pauses for a few seconds.
“Right. That’s it.” Her tone is slightly embarrassed. “What’s she doing here?”
“She’s in Lucifer’s movie.”
“Lucifer is making a porn movie?”
“She’s a trained zombie hunter, but she stays dressed for that, so there’s not that much money in it.”
Allegra hands me the lamp, goes to the sink, and washes her hands. By the time she’s finished, Vidocq is back with a canopic jar and a small white metal case stamped with a red cross. She opens a plastic bottle of Betadine and squirts it all over the wound, then takes a couple of big gauze pads from the first-aid kit and gently cleans it out. When she’s done she presses her ear to Brigitte’s back.
“It looks like the bleeding has stopped, but you’re right. By her color and heartbeat she’s lost a lot of blood. I can give her a general healing potion for the wound and a restorative for the blood loss.”