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Boone paddles out.
Eddie's on the line on the inside shore break.
“Yo, Boone Dawg!” Eddie yells. Then he sees Boone's head. “What happened to you, my bruddah?”
“A little aggro.” Boone juts his chin to the outside reef. The waves aren't giant anymore, but they're big, and they're breaking outside. “Let's go outside, Eddie! You got the balls?”
“ Dangling, brah!”
They paddle out, side by side, then pull up along the shoulder beside the break.
“We need to talk, Eddie.”
“Talk.”
“The girls,” Boone said. “That was your operation.”
“No, brah.”
“Yeah, it was,” Boone says. “The whole story about Dan owing you money was bullshit. You were just trying to cover your pathetic ass.”
Eddie's not used to being talked to like that. His eyes get hard. “Watch yourself, Boone.”
“You broke your word to me, Eddie,” says Boone. “You told me you'd leave Tammy Roddick alone.”
“Hey, that was Dan, not me,” Eddie says. “I didn't promise anything about Dan.”
“You're dirty,” Boone says. “And you make everything and everyone around you dirty. I brought you into The Dawn Patrol and you made it ugly. You destroy everything around you, Eddie, just like you took those little kids and destroyed them. I'm sorry I met you. I'm sorry I pulled your son out of the water, if he grows up to be anything like you.”
“ Youever going to grow up, Boone?”
“Yeah,” Boone says. “I am.”
He shoots out his leg and kicks Eddie off his board.
Eddie falls into the water.
Boone wraps Eddie's leash around his own ankle and watches as Eddie tries to sit up and let himself loose. But Eddie can't reach the Velcro strap around his ankle. He turns and tries to swim, tries to bust to the surface, but Boone back-paddles like a cowboy on a pony with a calf on his rope.
Eddie flips over again and tries to reach Boone. He reaches up, desperately grabbing, first at Boone's foot, then at his own. But Boone just keeps pressing down on the leash, and looks into Eddie's widening eyes.
They say drowning is a peaceful death.
I hope they're wrong, Boone thinks.
He watches Eddie struggle. Watches him suffer.
Then he takes his foot off the leash. Not because he cares about Eddie's life, but because he cares about his own. Eddie grabs for his board, but Boone kicks his hand off. Choking and gasping for air, Eddie asks, “What the-”
“Here's the deal, Julius,” says Boone. “I let you back on my board and tow you in to Johnny Banzai. He's already waiting with a warrant. You're looking at thirty to life. Or you go back in the water, and this time you don't come back up. And we'll throw a hell of a fucking party.”
He starts to press down on the leash again. “Personally? I hope you take door number two.”
But Eddie says, “Take me in.”
Boone lets up on the leash and hauls the exhausted Eddie onto his board, then tows him to shore. Johnny's standing on the beach. Slaps the cuffs on Eddie, does the ritual reading of the rights, and shoves him into his car.
Eddie doesn't have one fucking thing to say.
“Are we good?” Dave asks Boone.
“We're good.”
It's over.
155
Three weeks later.
Dusk on Pacific Beach.
It's cool, sweatshirt weather, as the mist is starting to move in as if the sun were pulling a curtain around its bed before going to sleep.
Boone stands in front of a grill, carefully turning pieces of yellowtail over the low fire. You have to be gentle with yellowtail. You have to cook it slowly or it dries out and loses its juice.
Johnny Banzai stands beside him, supervising.
Johnny lifts a Corona to his lips, takes a swallow, then says, “Harrington is really pissed he can't crank you on this thing.”
Boone is too big a hero for anyone to mess with right now. The bust of the child-sex operation is all over the talk-radio stations. There's talk of medals, civic awards. Harrington mumbled to Johnny, “Tell that shitbag this doesn't change anything.”
It doesn't, Boone thinks. Not really.
Angela Hart is dead.
And Rain Sweeny, if she's alive, is still in the wind.
“Anyway,” Johnny says. “The DA arm-wrestled him into dropping the assault charges against you.”
“That,” Boone says, “makes the List of Things That Are Good.”
“Yes,” Johnny says. “But in what position?”
“The eternal question,” Boone says.
“Fifth,” Hang Twelve suggests.
“In front of free stuff?” High Tide asks. “You're lolo. ”
“Free stuff is very, very good,” Dave says.
“You could use some free stuff,” Cheerful says to Boone. “I've finished your books and free stuff would come in very handy.”
“I have a paycheck coming in,” Boone says. He gently removes the fish from the grill and sets the pieces on a plate. Then he lays some tortillas on the grill until they are just warm, but not burned.
“How's it coming?” he asks Petra, who sits on the sand with her legs crossed and a cutting board on her lap. She's just finishing slicing up the mango and red onion, and she's staring out at the sun just dipping on the horizon.
They'd talked after he got back from confronting Red Eddie.
“Right, I'll be the one to take the leap,” Petra said. “Are we going to see each other again? I mean, outside of our professional relationship.”
“Is that what we have?”
“So far.”
“I dunno,” Boone said. “What do you think?”
“I don't know, either,” Petra said. “I mean, I don't know where it could go. We want such different things from life.”
“Truth.”
“But maybe that's not a bad thing,” Petra said.
He knew what the smart thing would be. Walk away now. Because they are so different, because they do want different things from life. But there's something about those eyes you don't walk away from. And something about her.
A lot about her.
She's smart, tough, funny, hot, brave, cool.
She's a good person.
