Down in the Zero

'Sure you do,' I told him, opening my hand quickly, letting him see folded green.

He glanced over his shoulder, turned his attention back to me. 'That's a private club, pal. I can't get you in there.'

'Don't worry about it. That's covered. Just give me the directions, okay?'

He leaned close. 'Follow the water to forty–one, take it north a couple of miles. You'll see the sign for Calm's Corners. Just turn in there, follow the road. It's a white house, big driveway out front. You can't miss it.'

'Thanks,' I said, shaking his hand, passing the cash.

I found the sign for Calm's Corners, whatever the hell that was. Turned in, followed a two–lane blacktop ribbon. The house was there, like the bouncer said. Good–sized house, three stories. The driveway was one of those half–moons. From where I sat, I could see a couple of men in tuxedos standing at the front of the house, between two thick columns. Valet parking— that wouldn't work.

I drove on, looking for an opening. It took me three slow passes before I saw it— a side road that merged with the back parking lot. I nosed the Lexus in cautiously, but nobody was paying attention. The very back of the lot was just like Fancy had said. And empty. I backed the Lexus into the spot she said, checked my watch. 1:19.

I got out of the car, looked around. The parking lot had no fence— it ran right up against a forest in the back, following the tree line.

I returned to the car, dropped the driver's side window, watched. I saw cars being parked maybe fifty yards away. The guys in the tuxedos did it mostly, but once in a while somebody would do it themselves. Traffic all coming in…nobody leaving. No pattern to it: mostly male–female couples, but there were some singles too, and some same–sex combos.

The night was clear, but I couldn't hear anything. Either they ran a real quiet joint or it was soundproofed.

I waited there until twenty past two. No sign of Fancy. I drove the Lexus out the front way. Nobody paid me a glance.

I stashed the Lexus next to my Plymouth. The red Miata was gone. I went upstairs, changed my clothes. Almost four in the morning, a good time to have a quiet, leisurely look around the big house. The kid probably wouldn't come back until well past daylight. Whatever had sent him into a panic didn't seem to have much staying power.

I had just opened the back kitchen door when a pair of high beams flashed against the garage. I slipped away from the house as Fancy's black NSX spun into the driveway, scattering stones as she stood on the brakes, skidding to a stop, the headlights aimed across the back yard. The lights went out, I saw her jump out of the car and slam the door, a long black coat trailing behind her as she marched up the stairs to the apartment.

I moved out of the shadows behind her, crossing to the bottom of the stairs just as she unlocked the door and stepped inside. I followed, moving quiet.

I stood outside the door. Heard the sound of glass breaking inside. I stepped in, breathing shallow. The long black coat was thrown over the back of the sofa. The TV screen was cracked, pieces of a heavy glass ashtray scattered all around. From the bedroom, sounds of someone rooting through the drawers. Harsh, heavy breathing.

I went down the hall. Fancy's back was to me. She was poured into a black leather mini–dress over dark stockings, standing there in bright blue spike heels, wrecking the place.

'You having a good time?' I asked her.

She whirled without a word, the black riding crop in her hand, slashing. I spun away, let her momentum carry her past me when she missed, slammed my shoulder into her back and took her down to the carpet. She squirmed, snarling something I couldn't make out. I locked my arm around hers, pinning it close, letting my weight hold her.

Finally… 'Let me up !'

'Let go of the stick first,' I told her.

Her fist unclenched, the riding crop slipped from her fingers. I shifted my weight from her hips, still keeping her shoulders pinned. Her dress was around her waist. I saw a flash of dark nylon over bronze skin. There was only a slash of black silk between the cheeks of her butt, some kind of thong.

'Nice, huh?' she whispered over her shoulder, calm now.

I rolled away from her, letting go my hold. She got to her feet, tugging down the dress, breathing hard.

'What's all this about?' I asked her.

'What?'

'Breaking in here, busting up the place, tearing through my things.'

'I didn't break in here— I have a key.'

'Who gave you…? Ah, never mind. What about the other stuff?'

'I was angry. You stood me up. People don't do that.'

'I was there. At two, like you said. You never showed.'

'Why didn't you wait?'

'For what?'

'People do what I tell them,' she said, bending over and picking up the riding crop. She tossed it on the bed, turned to me. 'They love to do what I tell them. You think you're something? You're nothing, Mr. Caretaker. I know your secrets.'

'Okay.'