'Animal control. I'm taking him home with me,' Vicki said.
I set down mv board with the others. Alexa set down the cooler and joined us.
'How come you're late?' Sabas said. He seemed disappointed with me or even angry.
'I'm not late. You guys are just early,' I replied.
Sunrise was still a half an hour away, and while we waited, I told them what had happened to the kidnapping charges against E. C. Mesa. No one knew what to say.
'The sets are stacking up,' Vicki finally observed. She was looking at her surf watch, timing the sound of the breakers. 'Ten and a half seconds.'
'You feel him here?' Seriana asked a minute later. She was wearing a black wet suit with her hair slicked back. She sat with her muscular legs gathered underneath her. 'I'd kind of like to feel he was here watching us when we give his ashes to the sea.'
'I don't feel him at all,' Vicki said sadly.
'Me neither,' I said.
Sabas just grunted, but said nothing.
This whole thing felt so unfinished, but there was nothing we could do about it. This was just the way it had turned out.
Walt's murder was still an open L. A. case, but without O'Shea or somebody else turning state's evidence, Pop's work papers probably weren't going to be enough. They were just circumstantial evidence. I knew the DA didn't have enough to file.
None of us wanted to spread Walt's ashes in defeat, but that's what we were about to do. It was over.
Then I looked up and saw two figures walking toward us, coming out of a predawn mist. As they got closer, I could see both were carrying surfboards, both wore the newer-style Kull wet suits. As they approached, moving deliberately, I realized that it was Diamond and Jack.
I'd thought Diamond was gone forever, either murdered by coyote gunmen on that reservation or in the wind as a fugitive from justice. But here she was, walking up Seal Beach with Jack.
They finally got to where we were and knelt silently in the sand beside us. 'Sorry we're late,' Jack said.
'Hi,' Diamond whispered, not engaging our eyes but looking into the sand instead.
'Surf's up,' Hang Six screeched. Diamond and Jack looked over at the bird and both smiled.
'This surf's a little weak, buddy,' Jack told the parrot.
We were all now looking out at the small three-foot steeps. 'Like Pop said, we don't make 'em. We just take em,' Jack observed.
Diamond was fighting back tears. Then she raised her head and looked directly at all of us. 'I came here to tell you guys something,' she said.
Nobody spoke.
'I know what I did. I'll never be able to forgive myself for it. Because of me, Pop's dead and we didn't get those guys for killing him.' She stopped and wiped a tear away. 'I'm the only one now who can change that. I was there. I was an accomplice. I know Mesa ordered it and helped them cover it up. I can testify against O'Shea, Mesa, and the others.'
Evervone knelt quietly, trying to think of what to tell her. Nobody could come up with anything, so nobody spoke.
Diamond cleared her throat and continued. 'Jack and I made a pact. We're gonna both turn ourselves in. We're doing it in Walt's memory because that's what he would have wanted. We're gonna do the right thing for him and ourselves. We've decided to take whatever comes.'
After a minute, Sabas said, 'If you want, I'll take your cases at no charge.' Then he turned to Diamond. 'I think if you agree to testify, I can plead you down to a lesser charge. Shane and Alexa can testify to what Jack did on that reservation and that should mitigate those two bank stickups. Nobody is gonna work harder for you than we will.'
'We'd like that,' Jack said, answering for both of them. 'But we're not looking for deals, we're just looking to get straight with ourselves.'
'I never thought we'd see you guys again,' Seriana said, giving us her rare but beautiful smile.
'Yeah, surprised the shit outta me too.' Jack grinned.
As we knelt on the beach, we slowly began to realize that we had won. This was victory. It was a victory with consequences, but it was a victory nonetheless.
The sun began to peek over the horizon. Tomorrow had finally come.
'Let's go rhino chasing, bruddahs,' Sabas said, echoing Pop's standard predawn challenge.
We gathered up the bags of flowers and the urn with Walt's ashes and trotted toward the meager three-foot surf while Alexa and Hang Six watched from the shore.
In the water, everyone laid flat and began to paddle out. Vicki had the urn balanced on the nose of her board, and the rest of us carried the flowers. I hadn't been out in years, and the board felt unstable beneath me.
When we were beyond the surf line we sat up, warming ourselves in the early morning sun. Then we got ready to spread Walt's ashes.
'I guess now is just as good a time as any,' I said.
Vicki handed the urn to Diamond, who held it for a moment, whispering something to Walt inside. Then she passed it to Seriana, who did the same. Each of the pallbearers in turn cradled Walt's ashes for a minute to say a silent good-bye. When the urn was finally in my hands all I could think of to tell him was 'I'm sorry I never thanked you.'
We poured the ashes into the sea and scattered the flowers around them.
The waves lifted us slowly up and down as the rhythm of the tide began to spread the last remains of the only man who had been there for us as children when nobody else had cared.
I sat on my board, feeling for the first time like I had actually paid my debt. We all had. I wondered if I was mellow enough for a fish to come up and nibble my toes. None did.
'Son of a bitch, look at this,' Sabas said.
We all glanced back over our shoulders and saw a beautiful five-foot wave coming toward us. It was formed in a perfect crescent shape. A rhino. The kind of wave Pop always waited for. The swell was moving toward us, a rolling green gift from the center of the sea.
We proned out on our boards and started paddling hard. My broken, aching arm was completely forgotten as I hurried to catch the swell. The wave passed under us and lifted us high above the beach. Then we all stood to shoot the curl.
It was a perfect party wave, and all six of us were on it.
Halfway down the face, I felt Walt drop into the pocket beside me. I couldn't see him, but I knew he was over there, crouched down low, shuffling up on the nose Quasimodo style, riding that big, heavy cigar box.
We all stayed like that, shoulder to shoulder, shooting out of the green room and into the chop. All six of Pops pallbearers escorting him back into shore.
