The Mystic Arts Of Erasing All Signs Of Death Part 51

I set the cups down.

-Sure.

I looked around the apartment.

-I mean, considering the alternative is Malibu, why stay around here.

She nodded.

-Especially with all the exciting conversations with law enforcement officials I have to look forward to out at the beach.

She pointed at the couch.

-Where's?

-Don't know. Probably having brunch somewhere. Organic berries and egg whites for Dot, organic espresso and tobacco for Chev.

-Interesting couple, they seemed.

-I'd swear it won't last, but I don't know s.h.i.t about relationships.

She c.o.c.ked her head.

-A girl'd never know.

We stood there.

She put her hand on the doork.n.o.b.

-So.

-Hang on, I'll walk you out.

I went and grabbed something from my room and we walked down to the curb, the voices of the homeless couple drifting down the street as they worked their way from garbage can to garbage can, removing the recyclables.

-f.u.c.khead.

-b.i.t.c.h.

-a.s.swipe.

-c.o.c.ksucker.

Soledad nodded.

-It must be love.

-Sounds like it, doesn't it?

A cab rounded the corner and pulled up.

-This is me.

I took the roll of bills from my pocket.

-Do me a favor, give this to Jaime.

She looked at the money.

-Web. You don't really have to.

I held the money out.

-I told him I'd pay him. I promised. I.

-He'll just.

-I don't care. It's his. Maybe it'll help. Maybe it'll keep him out of trouble for a while.

She shrugged.

-It won't.

She took the money.

-But it's a nice thing to do.

She put the money in her handbag.

-OK. So. OK.

She opened the door.

-So look.

She tossed her bag into the cab and looked at the driver.

-Just one more minute, that cool?

He nodded.

She looked at me, pushed her sungla.s.ses firmly against the bridge of her nose.

-Web. Just so we're clear. I'm. I'm a mess.

-Really? Wow, you hide it so well.

-Yes, don't I? But. This isn't, you know, this isn't the normal me. This isn't the way my life normally goes. I'm an even-keel girl, you know. But. My dad. My dad. I'm not on steady ground. And the way I feel now, I just, I mean, look at the decisions I've been making the last few days. It's just. My emotions. I, I don't trust them. I don't trust myself to make the right, to make smart choices now. Especially with someone as spectacularly f.u.c.ked up as you.

I looked at the ground.

-Thanks. Coming from you, that really means something.

-Thought you'd appreciate the sentiment.

-Oh, I do, I do.

She picked at the rubber seal along the edge of the cab door.

-Anyway. I'm in no shape to get into. Anything. Like. You know. I can't.

-Sure.

-But.

She raised her shoulders and dropped them.

-I'm just too tired to be alone with all the c.r.a.p I'm going to have to go through. I don't want to do all this, the police, whatever kind of press, the estate. Jesus, the estate, when my mom starts sniffing around for her cut? That's gonna be a s.h.i.t storm. And I don't want to be alone with all that. I don't want to sleep alone. I want someone to call. I want a friend. I want a lover. I don't want to do this alone. I want help.

She took my little finger and squeezed it.

-And I think you're the nice guy. I mean, I know you have a huge a.s.shole in permanent residence inside, but I think you're the nice guy.

She leaned over the top of the door and kissed me.

-So I'm just gonna have to hope I'm right about that.

She got in the cab.

-'Cause I'm too tired to do anything else.

I put my hands in my pockets.

-Your flattery knows no bounds.

-Yeah. I'm a sweet talker.

-Right. So this means?

The cabby turned and gave her a look and she nodded and looked up at me.

-I'll see you tonight, Web.

She closed the door. The cab pulled away. The window rolled down and she stuck her head out.

-If I'm not in jail.

I watched the cab to the end of the street, standing on the curb, still there a couple minutes later when Chev pulled into his spot.

I wandered over.

-Hey.

He climbed out, ran a hand over the freshly washed door.

-Lucky you didn't f.u.c.k her up.

-I was careful.

He closed the door and sat on the running board.

-Beautiful day.

I looked at the utterly typical, stunning blue sky hovering relentlessly above.

-Yeah.

I sat next to him.

-Some things.

He stretched his legs, crossed his ankles.

-Like?

I leaned forward, put my elbows on my knees.

-I saw L.L. again. Last night.

I looked at him, looked away.

-He's, not that it matters, but he's in sorrya.s.s shape. And I'm gonna, I don't know, I need to see if I can. Help? I guess. And I don't want to sneak around doing it.

He uncrossed his ankles, recrossed them the other way.

-He's your dad. Do what you have to.

-And I took some money from him. For a guy I know. To pay a debt.

He slipped the smokes from his T sleeve and knocked one from the pack.

-'Kay.

-Just so you know.

-Now I know.

He lit up, tilted his face to the sun and closed his eyes and blew smoke.