Vidocq takes the lamp and shines it in my eyes. Checks my face.
“There might be a simple reason you aren’t changing. The Cupbearer’s elixir.”
“You think it’s keeping his body from changing?”
“It’s possible. There are accounts of similar occurrences. During the Great Plague there are stories of people who drank the elixir for various ailments. These people survived while whole towns died around them. You might be all right.”
Allegra goes to the shelves lined with potions and alchemical mixtures and brings a few bottles back to the counter. She looks at me and shakes her head. I don’t know if it’s because I won’t let Vidocq put me to sleep, because I dropped a half-dead woman in her lap, or because who knows what the devil’s kid is really up to?
“My offer still stands. If you think I’ve gone bad, take my head. But I’m not lying down for this right now. Someone told me that any spell cast can be broken and any spell broken can be put back together. Someone is making all this happen and I bet they can unmake it.”
“What if you can’t?” Allegra asks. “What if Brigitte is stuck like this forever?”
I look her in the eye.
“What would you want? Would you want to be Sleeping Beauty for the next thousand years until maybe perhaps pretty please someone figures out how to fix you or do you want to get it over with fast?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, you think about it. You’re a woman and about her age, so you think about it and tell me what you’d do.”
“I don’t want that responsibility.”
“Too bad.”
I head back to the wall I came through earlier.
“Allegra, I might need you to come with me later and play Kinski one more time, but just to look. Not cut anyone up.”
“Whatever. Eugène and I will plant your friend in the Garden for now.”
“Text me when she’s under. And don’t leave the apartment for anything. It’s going to get dangerous outside. I’ll talk to you later.”
When I’m back on the street I dial Carlos.
“Hola Hula. You’ve got the Bamboo House of Dolls. Talk to me.”
“Carlos, it’s Stark. You need to listen to me.”
“What’s up, man? A buddy just brought me fresh sesos straight from the butchers. Swing by. You gringos don’t know shit about food till you’ve had auténtico street-style brain tacos.”
“Shut up and listen. Something’s happened. Close the bar. I don’t know if things are going to completely melt down out here, but there’s a real good chance.”
“It’s the fuckers from the other night, isn’t it? Those dead motherfuckers.”
“Yeah. There’s a lot more of them and I don’t know exactly how many. Until I do, stay off the streets. When you close, if any of your friends want to go home, let them. But once they’ve gone, lock up, barricade the place, and don’t let them back in.”
“Ay Dios mío.”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
I COME OUT of a shadow by the anime section in Max Overload. It startles two kids pawing through the cutout bin where the used and extra discs get dumped for a couple of bucks each. They look at me, more surprised than scared. I grab a couple of handfuls of movies and give them to each kid.
“Take ’em and go home. Stay there and don’t let anyone in. Things are going to get weird.”
I walk them to the door so none of the counter people tries to stop them.
“We’re closing early,” I tell the closest kid working the registers. He’s a pale pretty boy with a lopsided haircut that hangs over one eye. He’s wearing a T-shirt that says THE GOVERNMENT KILLED TUPAC AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY T-SHIRT. I’ve never seen him before.