Tommy picked up Jody"s statue and threw it over his shoulder and, despite his great vampire strength, followed it over backward as it clanged against the floor. Okay, it had taken the two bikers and a refrigerator dolly to get the statues up here, maybe a little planning was in order.
It turned out he could move the statue pretty efficiently if he slung it over his back and let one of her feet drag, and so he did, down the steps, half a block down the sidewalk, and back up the steps of the new loft. Bronze Jody looked happy in the new place, he thought. The turtle took half as long. She, too, looked pleased with the surroundings.
As for Elijah, Tommy figured what was the point of being in a city on a peninsula if you didn"t take advantage of the water now and then. And Elijah evidently liked the ocean, since he"d come to the City on his yacht, which Tommy and the Animals had managed to blow to smithereens.
The vampire statue was even heavier that Jody"s, but Tommy felt energized by the idea of getting rid of it. Just a short twelve blocks to the sea and that would be that.
"From the sea ye came, and to the sea ye shall return," Tommy said, thinking that he might be quoting Coleridge, or maybe a G.o.dzilla movie.
As Tommy dragged the bronzed vampire down Mission Street, he considered his future. What would would he do? He had a lot of time to fill, and after a while, figuring out new ways to jump Jody would only fill up a part of his nights. He was going to have to find a purpose. They had money-cash the vampire had given Jody when he turned her-and what was left of the money from the sale of Elijah"s art, but eventually that would run out. Maybe he should get a job. Or become a crime fighter. he do? He had a lot of time to fill, and after a while, figuring out new ways to jump Jody would only fill up a part of his nights. He was going to have to find a purpose. They had money-cash the vampire had given Jody when he turned her-and what was left of the money from the sale of Elijah"s art, but eventually that would run out. Maybe he should get a job. Or become a crime fighter.
That"s it, he would use his powers for good. Maybe get an outfit.
After a few blocks Tommy noticed that Elijah"s toe, the one that was dragging on the sidewalk, was starting to wear away. The bikers had warned Tommy that the bronze sh.e.l.l was pretty thin. It wouldn"t do to unleash a claustrophobic and hungry ancient vampire when you were the guy who had imprisoned him, so Tommy stood the vampire on the corner for a minute while he dug through a trash bin until he found some heavy-duty plastic Big Gulp cups, which he fitted on the vampire"s dragging foot as skid protection.
"Ha!" Tommy said. "Thought you had me."
A couple of guys in hip-hop wear walked by as Tommy was fitting the cups on the vampire"s feet. Tommy made the mistake of making eye contact and they paused.
"Stole it from a building on Fourth," Tommy said.
The two nodded, as if they were saying, Of course, we were just wondering, Of course, we were just wondering, and proceeded to move down the sidewalk. and proceeded to move down the sidewalk.
They must sense my superior strength and speed, Tommy thought, Tommy thought, so they wouldn"t dare mess with me so they wouldn"t dare mess with me. In fact, the two had confirmed that the white boy in the ghost makeup was crazy-and what would they do with a four-hundred-pound statue anyway?
Tommy figured he"d drag the statue to the Embarcadero and toss it off the pier by the Ferry Building. If there was anyone around, he"d just stand at the rail like he was there with his gay lover, then shove the statue in when no one was looking. He felt enormously sophisticated about the plan. No one would ever think a guy from Indiana was pretending to be gay. That kind of thing just wasn"t done. Tommy had known a kid once in high school who had gone up to Chicago to see the musical Rent Rent and was never heard from again. Tommy reckoned he"d been disappeared by the local Kiwanis Club. and was never heard from again. Tommy reckoned he"d been disappeared by the local Kiwanis Club.
When he got to the Embarcadero, which ran all along the waterfront, Tommy was tempted to just chuck Elijah in the Bay right there and call it a night, but he had a plan, so he dragged the vampire that last two blocks to the promenade at the end of Market Street, where the antique streetcars, the cable cars, and the cross-bay ferries all converged in a big paved park and sculpture garden. Here, away from the buildings, the night seemed to open up to his vampire senses, take on a new light. Tommy stopped for moment, stood Elijah by a fountain, and watched heat streaming out of some grates by the streetcar turnaround. Perfect. There was absolutely no one around.
Then the beeping started. Tommy looked at his watch. Sunrise in ten minutes. The night hadn"t opened up to him, it had been shutting him down. Ten minutes, and the loft was a good twenty blocks away.
Jody was quickstepping along the alleyway that came out in front of their old loft. She still had twenty minutes until sunrise, but she could see the sky lightening, and twenty minutes was cutting it too close. Tommy would be freaked. She should have taken the cell phone with her. She shouldn"t have left him alone with the new minion.
She"d finally found William, pa.s.sed out in a doorway in Chinatown, with Chet the huge cat sleeping on his chest. They"d have to remember not to leave William with any money from now on, if he was going to be their food source. Otherwise he"d go elsewhere for his alcohol, and that wasn"t going to work. He was making his staggering way home on his own. Maybe she"d let him take a shower at the old loft-they weren"t going to get their deposit back anyway.
There was still a light on in the loft. Great, Tommy was home. She"d forgotten to get a key for the new place. She was about to step out of the alley when she smelled cigar smoke and heard a man"s voice. She stopped and peeked around the corner.
There was a brown Ford sedan parked across the street from their old loft, and in it sat two middle-aged men. Cavuto and Rivera, the homicide detectives that she"d made a deal with the night they"d blown up Elijah"s yacht. They"d moved just in time, but then, maybe not quite. She couldn"t get to the new place either. It was only a half a block away, and she"d have to cross in the open. And even then, what if it was locked?
She jumped four feet straight up when the alarm on her watch went off.
It was toward the end of their second shift after returning to the Safeway that the Animals sobered up. Lash was sitting by himself in the wide backseat of the Hummer limo, his head cradled in his hands, hoping desperately that the despair and self-loathing he was feeling was only the effect of a hangover, instead of what it really was, which was a big flaming enema of reality. The reality was, they had spent more than a half a million dollars on a blue hooker. He let the hugeness of it roll around in his head, and looked up at the other Animals, who were sitting around the perimeter of the limo, similarly posed, trying not to make eye contact with one another. They"d had nearly two semi trucks of stock to put up that night, and they"d known it was coming because they"d ordered it to make up for the time they"d been away and Clint had let the shelves get low. So they"d sobered up, put their heads down, and thrown stock like the Animals that they were. Now it was getting close to dawn and it was dawning on all of them that they might have severely f.u.c.ked up.
Lash risked a sideways glance at Blue, who was sitting between Barry and Troy Lee. She"d taken Lash"s apartment on Northpoint, and made him sleep on the couch at Troy Lee"s, where there were about seven hundred Chinese family members, including Troy"s grandmother, who, every time she pa.s.sed through the room during the day, when Lash was trying to sleep, would screech, "What"s up, my n.i.g.g.a!" and try to get him to wake up and give her a pound or a high five.
Lash had been explaining to her that it"s impolite to refer to an African American as a n.i.g.g.a, unless one was another African-American, when Troy Lee came in and said, "She only speaks Cantonese."
"She does not. She keeps coming in and saying, "What"s up, my n.i.g.g.a?""
"Oh yeah. She does that to me, too. Did you give her a pound?"
"No, I didn"t give her a pound, motherf.u.c.ker. She called me a n.i.g.g.a."
"Well, she"s not going to quit unless you give her a pound. It"s just the way she rolls."
"That"s some bulls.h.i.t, Troy."
"It"s her couch."
Lash, exhausted and already hungover, gave the wizened old woman a pound.
Granny turned to Troy Lee. "What"s up, my n.i.g.g.a!" She offered and received a pound from her grandson.
"That s.h.i.t is not the same!" Lash said.
"Get some sleep. We have a big load tonight."
Now half a million dollars was gone. His apartment was gone. The limo was costing them a thousand dollars a day. Lash looked out the blackout windows at the moving patchwork of shadows thrown by the streetlights, then turned to Blue "Blue," he said. "We have to get rid of the limo."
Everyone looked up, shocked. No one had said anything to her since they"d finished stocking. They"d brought her coffee and juice, but no one had said anything.
Blue looked at him. "Get me what I want." Not a hint of malice, not even a demand, really, just a statement of fact.
"Okay," Lash said. Then to the driver he said, "Take a right up here. Head back to that building where we went last night."
Lash crawled over the divider into the front pa.s.senger seat. He couldn"t see s.h.i.t out the blackened windows. They"d only gone about three blocks into the SOMA district when he saw someone running. Running way, way too fast for a jogger. Running-like he was on fire-running.
"Pull up alongside of that guy."
The driver nodded.
"Hey, guys, is that Flood?"
"Yeah, it is," Barry, the bald one, said.
Lash rolled down the window. "Tommy, you need a ride, man?"
Tommy, still running, nodded like a bobble-head on crack.
Barry threw open the back door, and before the limo could even slow down, Tommy leapt in, landing across Drew and Gustavo"s laps.
"Man, am I glad you guys came along," Tommy said. "In about a minute, I"m going to-"
He pa.s.sed out in their laps as the sun washed over the hills of San Francisco.
15.
Broken Clowns Inspector Alphonse Rivera watched the broken clown girl-black-and-white-striped stockings and green sneakers-come out of Jody Stroud"s apartment and head up the street, then turn and look back at their brown, unmarked sedan.
"We"re made," said Nick Cavuto, Rivera"s partner, a broad-shouldered bear of a man, who longed for the days of Dashiell Hammett, when cops talked tough and there were very few problems that couldn"t be solved with your fists or a smack from a lead sap.
"We"re not made. She"s just looking. Two middle-aged guys sitting in the car on the city street-it"s unusual."
If Cavuto was a bear, then Rivera was a raven-a sharp-featured, lean Hispanic, with just a touch of gray at the temples. Lately he"d taken to wearing expensive Italian suits, in raw silk or linen when he could find them. His partner was in rumpled Men"s Wear house. Rivera often wondered if Nick Cavuto might not be the only gay man on the planet who had no fashion sense whatsoever.
The knock-kneed kid with the racc.o.o.n eye makeup was making her way across the street toward them.
"Roll up your window," Cavuto said. "Roll up your window. Pretend like you don"t see her."
"I"m not going to hide from her," Rivera said. "She"s just a kid."
"Exactly. You can"t hit her."
"Jesus, Nick. She"s just a creepy kid. What"s wrong with you?"
Cavuto had been on edge since they"d pulled up an hour ago. They both had, really, since the guy named Clint, one of the night crew from the Marina Safeway, had left a message on Rivera"s voice mail that Jody Stroud, the redheaded vampire, had not left town as she had promised, and that her boyfriend, Tommy Flood, was now also a vampire. It was a very bad turn of events for the two cops, both of whom had taken a share of the money from the old vampire"s art collection in return for letting them all go. It had seemed like the only option, really. Neither of the cops wanted to explain how the serial killer they"d been chasing had been an ancient vampire, and how he"d been tracked down by a bunch of stoners from the Safeway. And when the Animals blew up the vampire"s yacht-well, the case was solved, and if the vampires had left, it would have all been good. The cops had planned to retire early and open a rare-book store. Rivera thought he might learn to golf. Now he was feeling it all float away on an evil breeze. A cop for twenty years, without ever so much as fixing a traffic ticket, then the one time you take a hundred thousand dollars and let a vampire go, the whole world turns on you like you"re some kind of bad guy. Rivera was raised a Catholic, but he was starting to believe in karma.
"Pull out. Pull out," Cavuto said. "Go around the block until she goes away."
"Hey," said the broken clown girl. "You guys cops?"
Cavuto hit the window b.u.t.ton on his door but the ignition was off, so the window didn"t budge. "Go away, kid. Why aren"t you in school? Do we need to take you in?"
"Winter break, brain trust," said the kid.
Rivera couldn"t hold the laugh in and he snorted a little trying to.
"Move along, kid. Go wash that s.h.i.t off your face. You look like you fell asleep with a Magic Marker in your mouth."
"Yeah," said the kid, examining a black fingernail, "well, you look like someone pumped about three hundred pounds of cat barf into a cheap suit and gave it a bad haircut."
Rivera slid down in his seat and turned his face toward the door. He couldn"t look at his partner. He was sure that if it was possible for steam to come out of someone"s ears, that might be happening to Cavuto, and if he looked, he"d lose it.
"If you were a guy," Cavuto said, "I"d have you in handcuffs already, kid."
"Oh G.o.d," Rivera said under his breath.
"If I were a guy, I"ll bet you would. And I"ll bet I"d have to send you to the S and M ATM, because the kinky s.h.i.t is extra." The kid leaned down so she was eye level with Cavuto, and winked.
That was it. Rivera started giggling like a little girl-tears were creeping out the corners of his eyes.
"You"re a big f.u.c.king help," Cavuto said. He reached over, flipped the ignition key to "accessory," then rolled up his window.
The kid came over to Rivera"s side of the car.
"So, have you seen Flood?" she asked. "Cop?" She added "cop" with a high pop on the p, p, like it was punctuation mark, not a profession. like it was punctuation mark, not a profession.
"You just came out of his apartment," Rivera said, trying to shake off the giggles. "You tell me."
"Place is empty. The douche nozzle owes me money," said the kid.
"For what?"
"Stuff I did for him."
"Be specific, sweetheart. Unlike my partner, I don"t threaten." It was a threat, of course, but he thought he might have hit pay dirt, the kid"s eyes opened wide enough to see light.
"I helped him and that redheaded hag load their stuff into a truck."
Rivera looked her up and down. She couldn"t have weighed ninety pounds. "He hired you to help him move?"
"Just little c.r.a.p. Lamps and stuff. They were like, in a hurry. I was walking by, he flagged me down. Said he"d give me a hundred bucks."
"But he didn"t?"
"He gave me eighty. He said it was all he had on him. To come back this morning for the rest."
"Did either of them say where they were going?"
"Just that they were going to leave the City this morning, as soon as they paid me."
"You notice anything unusual about either of them-Flood or the redhead?"
"Just day dwellers, like you. Bourgeois four-oh-fours."
"Four-oh-Fours?"
"Clueless-Pottery Barn f.u.c.ktards."
"Of course," Rivera said. He could hear his partner snickering now.
"So you haven"t seen them?" the kid said.
"They"re not coming, kid."