“Bye, Brett.”
A couple minutes later, I called the cruise line. They had space. Me and Leonard would soon be on our way to Mexico, Jamaica, and the Caymans.
Yeehah.
Brett. Brett. Brett.
6
It was a pretty interesting week. I paid off the little bit I owed on my worthless truck, had my stitches taken out, went by the hospital late morning to see if I could look in on Sarah Bond, and they let me. She had just been out of intensive care a couple of days, still in serious condition, able to see visitors, but not long.
I slid in there and saw her sleeping. Her head was swollen, her face was dark blue, and her lips were puffed and cut and there were stitches all over and wire contraptions and tubes and such. Her hair was oily and pulled up and clipped. A portion had been shaved and in that spot was a red swelling in the shape of a boot heel. Her eye was patched over with a large gauze pad.
It hurt me to see her.
“Thanks for coming by.”
I turned. It was Elmer Bond. He was entering the room, had a Styrofoam cup of coffee in his hand. He was wearing a charcoal gray suit this day, a colorful tie, a kind of off-color white shirt. He looked like what he was worth. Several million bucks.
“Elmer,” I said. We shook hands.
“She’s actually much better. They keep her pretty doped. The pain. Then she’s got to deal with the recovery, therapy, you name it. It could go on for a damn long time. Bless her heart. Her mother can’t even look at her. She goes into hysterics.”
“I just wanted to drop by and see her, you know.”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll be checking from time to time.”
“I kind of wish she was awake,” Elmer said. “I think she’d like to see you. I’ll tell her you came by.”
“Sure. Like I said, I’ll check back. Maybe when she’s out of the hospital. Now that I think about it, it’s best she doesn’t see me, anything to remind her of the other night might not be so good.”
“She’d want to see you.”
“Give her my best, will you?”
“Sure. You enjoying your time off?”
“Just starting. I’m going to pay off some bills and go on a cruise.”
“Something you’ve always wanted to do?”
“No, not really, but I got talked into it by a friend of a friend. I’m going to take Leonard with me.”
“Have the best time possible. And Hap…”
“Yeah.”
“You ever need anything. Anything. Come to me. I’ll do the best I can.”
“Thanks.”
“Enjoy every penny.”
“Sure.”
I took a last look at Sarah and went out of there, on down the elevator, out to my car, her shattered image in my head, tears in my eyes. In that moment I wished I had just gone on and shot and killed the cocksucker.
I drove over to Charlie Blank’s place. He was off that day and had invited me to lunch. Marvin Hanson was going to be there. Former lieutenant on the LaBorde police force. He had been in a terrible car accident, then a coma, and had finally come out of it. After months of rehabilitation, he was much better, but in a wheelchair. The only time I’d seen him since the accident was at his house, and he was comatose then. I regularly asked about him, kept up with him through his best friend, Charlie.
After their separation, Charlie had let his wife have the house. He was living in a trailer on a couple of acres he was buying. It was a pretty nice area, actually. Out by the lake with some trees. When I drove over there it was a warm day and Charlie was sitting in a lawn chair by an outdoor grill and a picnic table. Hanson, looking very thin and pale for a black man, was sitting in the wheelchair. He was wearing a baseball cap that said ASTROS on it. When he saw me, he gave me a kind of sly grin.
“You and Leonard burned anything down lately?”
His voice was a little weak, and he talked out of the side of his mouth, as if his face and lips were too tired or lacked the muscles to form words.
“No, haven’t had any matches,” I said, shaking his hand, which was surprisingly strong. “How’re you feeling?”
“Like I drove my car into a goddamned tree, that’s how.”
I sat down in a spare lawn chair. I could smell meat cooking on the grill.
“What are we having?” I asked.
“Steaks,” Charlie said.
“Man, that’s uptown.”
“Not where I bought this meat. I said we were having steaks, I didn’t say they were any good. I got a feeling this meat might have come off horses found dead at the pony rides.”
“You’re looking pretty good,” I said to Hanson.
“Liar,” Hanson said. “But had you seen me before, you’d know I really am.”
“I did see you before, but you were, to put it politely, sleeping.”
Hanson nodded. “It’s been hell. Good thing about it, me and my wife have reconciled and the feeling’s come back in my dick lately.”
“Then your worries are over,” I said.
“Not quite. I want to have sex, it’s an ordeal to get situated, and though I got the feeling back and the ol’ weenie has got some steel in it, I haven’t got any thrusting power. By the time me and Rachel get set, I’m worn out.”
“He’s getting some tingling in his legs,” Charlie said, getting up to fork and turn the steaks. “That’s a good sign.”
“That’s great,” I said.
“I’m working with a physical therapist, and I’m studying martial arts. Shen Chuan and Combat Hapkido. There’s a guy here teaches both systems to the disabled. I’m a little too weak right now to learn much, but it’s helping me out. It’s building strength in my wrist and arms. My physical therapist recommended it.”
“That’s good,” I said.
“I won’t be going back to work at the cop shop, though.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m not. Not the least little bit. I wasn’t all that loved anyway.”
“I hear that.”
“And, Hap, I suggest you watch the kind of trouble you get in from now on,” Charlie said, “ ’cause I’m quitting myself. Turned in my notice. A month from now, I’m on my own.”
“No shit?”
“No shit.”
“Me and Charlie are forming a business,” Hanson said. “Private Investigations. Charlie’s the legs, I’m the brains.”
“Ho ho,” Charlie said.
“Damn,” I said. “Real private eyes. Charlie, does this mean you’re gonna get sapped a lot and fall into dark tunnels and get laid all the time by strange blondes with long sleek gams?”
“I can do without the sap part,” Charlie said, “but the rest of it sounds all right.”
“You guys are serious?” I said.
