"You're Eugene's friend? The traveler? How is it to be back in one place?"
"Unsettling."
"A rambling man. How romantic. Did you get what you wanted out of your trip?"
"If by 'get what you wanted' you mean a bunch of bullets, then, yeah, I hit the jackpot."
"Were they big bullets?"
"Big enough that I noticed."
"If it's an emergency, I might get the doc to look at you today."
"Tomorrow'll be fine."
"Love a man who'll bleed just to make a point."
"What's your name?"
"Candy. What's yours?"
"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."