Good-bye, Teddy. So long, Lula. I hope Lamia and the ghosts of those kids don’t let your souls get to the afterlife too quick. I hope they give you a good long tour of the Tenebrae. Welcome to the Hell you made, assholes.
By the time we hit Hollywood, the sky has stopped puking ocean down on our heads. The streets are choked with dying fish and colorful stones. I don’t think there’s a car windshield or store window left intact anywhere in Southern California. Traven steers around the worst of it as well as he can with a cracked windshield, heading for Allegra’s clinic.
“I thought you had a falling-out with the woman who runs the clinic.”
“Allegra might be pissed but she won’t let anything happen to Candy.”
Traven carries her out of the car while I pound on the clinic door until they open it. Fairuza looks out and lets Traven inside. I stay in the parking lot.
Traven comes out a few minutes later.
“They say it’s a common drug. She’ll be fine,” he says.
“Thanks.”
“What happens now?”
“You mean what does a person do after car chases, arson, and their first kill?”
Traven looks out into the street. Some of the fish are still alive, gasping for breath on the sidewalk. He’d like to save every one of them.
“Even if you’re in the right, how do you cope with it?”
I shrug. It hurts.
“Drinking helps.”
He looks at himself in the clinic windows. I know the move. He’s checking to see if he’s still him.
“You jumped on a flying saucer today, Father. You’re on a whole other planet now.”
“That’s exactly how it feels.”
“There’s no going back. You know that, don’t you? You can’t unsee or unknow any of this.”
“I wouldn’t if I could. I didn’t just translate books because I had an aptitude for it. I did it hoping that one or two might reveal some deeper truth. That somehow my work would benefit people. These last few days . . .”
“I know. Truth can kick your ass. You know the Greek word for ‘revelation,’ right?”
“Apocalypse. The truth shall set you free, but not before blowing your brain to Rice Krispie Treats.”
“Would you like to get a drink?”
“Yeah. But tomorrow. I have one more stop to make before this thing is over.”
“Are you going after Aelita?”
“No. She’ll be long gone with the 8 Ball. I’m seeing someone who owes me a favor.”
“Do you want some company?”
“This one I have to do on my own. But I’d be grateful for a ride back to the Chateau.”
The Metro’s windshield is too far gone. Traven and I kick it out of the frame and throw it in a Dumpster at the back of the lot. We don’t talk on the ride across town. My chest hurts like I was hit by
