“This shit’s depressing, man.”
“Try to squeeze it in between looking for Brigitte’s videos. Pretty please with shut-the-fuck-up on top.”
Ain’t this the funniest thing since corn beef hash? Here I am looking for big bad King Cairo and scary Aelita, and Captain Beige has been running the girl all along. I’m still going to kill the other two but now I have to pay Teddy a visit and make him tell me his deepest darkest secrets. It’s great timing. I really need to hit someone.
Hell looks better and better the longer I’m here. I knew there was no one to trust and no one I could count on besides Wild Bill. One guy in a land of billions. I bragged to Saint James about people who’d watch my back in L.A. but who’s that now? Allegra and Vidocq won’t be inviting me over for whist anytime soon. Candy is Switzerland. Neutral territory between hostile nations. Kasabian is a half-broken whiner. Maybe I should have sucked up my pride and merged or whatever it is I was supposed to do with Saint James. At least I’d have the Key. Then I’d be able to walk away from this veil of shit. But I had to shoot my mouth off. And Saint James is right. I’m usually the one backing us into corners. He was the smart one who got us out. I got us out too sometimes but mostly by shooting out the windows, jumping, and hoping there was something besides dead air on the other side. If he shows up again and doesn’t want me to grovel, maybe I’ll give merging a shot. What I’m doing now isn’t doing me any good.
My phone rings. This time I check the caller ID.
“Father. Nice to hear from you but this is a bad time. Can we talk after I beat the holy hell out of someone?”
“We really should talk now. I think what’s happening is bigger than a ghost and a few murders.”
“A lot of murders. The girl. The Imp. She’s the center of it. Someone is controlling her.”
“How do you know?”
“I went to the land of the dead and asked her.”
“You can’t stay away from dark places, can you? Please. We really need to talk.”
“I’m on my way to Malibu.”
“Good. I’ll drive you. We can talk in the car.”
“Okay. Come to the Chateau Marmont and call me from out front. If anyone gives you trouble, tell them you’re here for Mr. Macheath.”
“Like Mack the Knife Macheath?”
“Yeah. If you’re good, I’ll do my Bobby Darin for you. Call me when you get here.”
I’m checking my guns when someone pounds on the other side of the grandfather clock. Suddenly I’m in Grand Central fucking Station. The knocking gets louder.
“Hey, Old Yeller, can you get off your fat ass and let whoever that is in? I’m trying to get dangerous.”
I hear Kasabian grumbling and thumping across the living room and opening the door. He says a few words to someone and thumps back.
“Hey, you.”
I swing around.
“Candy? What are you doing here?”
She looks a little pale and worn. She still has on her torn shirt. Underneath it are fresh bandages stained with Betadine. She has a Cowboy Bebop backpack slung over one shoulder. Comes into the bedroom, where I have all my guns laid out. She drops the backpack on the floor. Winces as she sits down.
“Do you mind if I crash here for like ever? Allegra just fired me. And I think Rinko and I just broke up. It was hard to tell with all the screaming and her throwing things. Did something happen with you two?”
“She just wanted to unstitch my seams is all. I already have a roomie,” I say, nodding to Kasabian. “But it’s a big place. I think we can squeeze you in.”
She smiles and lies back next to the guns.
“This is a big bed. Think maybe I could stay in here with you? I promise to be good.”
“Good people end up on the couch. Only the bad ones get an all-access pass.”
“I’ll do my evil best to stay off the couch, sir.”
I lie down next to her. She slides against me.