"Stark."
"You sound like a Stark."
"Is that a good thing?"
"It's not a bad thing."
"I'll take that as a vote of confidence."
"Take it with cream and sugar, if you want. The doc doesn't have any openings tomorrow. He'll call you when he does."
"Thanks."
"Thank Eugene."
"I'll tell him you said so."
"You better." She hangs up.
AT EIGHT I go over to the Bamboo House of Dolls. Carlos is all handshakes and smiles. "Anything on the menu," he says. "From now until the end of time." I order carne asada and Carlos brings me the meat with beans, rice, and guacamole. It's like God left his lunch in the microwave and you get to finish it. By ten, the skinheads haven't come back, so I thank Carlos and head back to the video store.
I OPEN KASABIAN'S closet and let him puff away on the cigarette I hold down for him. His severed head doesn't bother me so much anymore. It's creepy, but familiar, like a three-legged dog.
"What's in the basement?" I ask.
"I don't know."
"Would you tell me if you did?"
"I'd tell you politely to kiss my ass. It's over there across the room, so I'll have a good view."
"You know I'm here to kill the Circle. You don't have to be part of that. Tell me something useful. Something I can use."
"Fuck you sideways, shitsack."
"I'm trying to find a reason not to put a bullet in you."
Kasabian smiles like a cat that just took a crap in your shoes and is waiting for you to find it. "I don't know what's down there, but I know this: Mason might be crazier than a sack full of dog's balls, but he kicked your ass to Never Never Land 'cause, unlike you, he thinks ahead. Is there something in the basement? I have no doubt. Do I know what it is? No. But I'm sure of one thing: it'll make you cry, and I'm looking forward to hearing all about it."
"I guess I'd be bitter, too, if I saw all my friends turn into gods while I was still the bum on the corner, hoping they'd throw me a nickel."
"See? It's that asshole thing that's going to get you killed soon."
"Did I hurt your feelings again? Sorry. When this is over, I'll send some flowers to your inner child."
I STEAL A Porsche 911 on Sunset and pick up Vidocq a little after two. I drive us to Beverly Hills and park where we can see the vacant lot where Mason's house once stood.
I sit there for a minute, scanning the street for teenyboppers or insomniac joggers.
"Are we going?" Vidocq asks.
"In a minute." I take out the Veritas, put it on my thumb, and give it a little flip. In my head is the question Is this a good idea?
When I turn the coin over, it reads in Hellion script, When you jump off a cliff, is it better to land on jagged rocks or burning lava? I know this one. The answer is obvious: It doesn't matter where you land. You just jumped off a cliff.
I lead Vidocq to the edge of the vacant lot, near a streetlight where the shadows are deep and wide enough for two. "I've never tried this with another human before. It might be a little weird. It'll feel like you're falling, but you're not. If this works, just step into the room like normal."
"What will happen if it does not work?"