“Yeah?” the guy said. “Well, you had your day, didn’t you? Anyhow, your girlfriend’s waitin’ for you, ace.” He and the longhaired girl laughed.
I found my girlfriend in the bedroom, lying on a floor mattress, nude above the waist, her hands locked behind her head. The room was lit by candles, and a stick of incense burned by the bed. I climbed out of my shorts clumsily and pulled my T-shirt over my head.
“I didn’t bring anything,” I said.
“That’s not what I had in mind,” she said, pushing her huge breasts together until there was a tight tunnel formed between them. “Come here, Nick.”
I straddled her chest and gave her the pearl {herck.”
Black.
The room was dark. Through the slots in the curtains, I could see that the sky had not yet begun to turn. I rose and sat naked on the edge of the bed, listened to the steady snore of the woman next to me, waited for my eyes to adjust to the absence of light. I made my way to the bathroom, put my mouth under the faucet, and drank water until I thought I would be sick. I took a shower, scrubbing my genitals and fingers until I was certain that her smell was gone, then dried off and found my clothes lying in a heap by the bed. I dressed in the light of the bathroom and left the room.
Out on the stoop of her apartment building, I looked down the slope of Belmont, saw my car parked at the bottom of the street. My stomach flipped and I took a seat on a step. I leaned my head against a black iron railing and closed my eyes. A woman and a man argued violently in Spanish not very far away.
Black.
I woke up behind the wheel of my car. My keys were in my hand. The windows were rolled up and the heat was hideous, my hair and clothing wet with the smell of alcohol and nicotine. I turned the ignition and drove northeast into Shepherd Park.
I entered my apartment and looked into my room. Lyla slept in my bed. I fed my cat, took another cold shower, and got under the covers, turning onto my side. Lyla moved herself against me and draped a forearm over my shoulder, brushing her fingers across my chest.
“You okay?” she said drowsily.
“I’m fine.”
“I was worried about you.”
“I’m here now, baby. Relax.”
She drifted off, holding me. I fell to sleep knowing we were done.
FOURTEEN
I slept until noon and woke with a head full of dust and a stomach full of rocks. Lyla had gone, left some chocolate kisses on top of a note in the kitchen. The note said that she’d call me later and that she loved me.
I ate the chocolate out on my stoop, where I drank the day’s first cup of coffee and sat with the worn copy of D.C. This Week spread open between my feet. My cat rolled on the grass in the high sun. The phone rang inside my apartment. I went back into the living room and picked it up.
“Nick!”
“LaDuke.”
“You sound like you just woke up.”
“I’m just sitting here, going through the classifieds in the newspaper. One of the two we found ~herck' width at Calvin’s and Roland’s.”
“Anything?”
“Uh-uh. A few ads, escort services specializing in young black males, that kind of thing. They could be solicitations for prostitution, but, I don’t know, there’s more than a few of them, and to me they look too organized, too legit.”
“Maybe you’re looking in the wrong place,” LaDuke said.
“Say what?”
“You’re assuming that Calvin and Roland were using the personals to sell themselves, maybe set up prospective johns for some sort of roll. Right?”
“That’s what I was looking for, yeah.”
“Well, I’ve been thinking about it-maybe our boys were the buyers, not the sellers. Maybe they read an ad in there, got themselves hooked up as actors in this porno thing.”
I pushed my coffee cup around on the table. “You know, Jack, you might not be as dim as you look.”
“If that’s some kind of compliment, then I guess I better take it.”
“You pick me up at my place?”
“In an hour,” he said. “Look presentable, okay?”
“Sure thing, Boy Scout. See you then.”
After several forced sets of push-ups and sit-ups, I took a long, cold shower. I didn’t feel much better, but I felt human. LaDuke swung by right on the button, and I went out to meet him with one of the newspaper copies in my hand. I got into the passenger side of the big Ford and dropped the tabloid on the seat between us. LaDuke wore a starched white shirt with a solid black tie. He had shined his thick black oxfords, the only shoes I had ever seen on his feet. I nodded at the newspaper on the seat.
“Good call,” I said. “I was looking in ‘Adult Services,’ when I should have been looking under ‘Wanted.’ I found a couple of items in there… could be something. One’s a photographer looking for healthy young black males to pose nude. The other one’s got a local filmmaker looking for young African-American males for his next production.”
“Might be a winner,” LaDuke said.
“We’ll check it out later,” I said. “Let’s go.”
LaDuke looked me over. “You look like hell, you know it?”
“Thanks for the observation.”
“You ought to slow it down a little, Nick.”
“Just turn this piece of shit over,” I said. “We gotta go pick up Darnell.”
At the Spot, Darnell was finishing his load of lunch dishes, so LaDuke and I had a seat at the bar. Boyle sat alone, a beer and a Jack in front of him, two stools away from Mel, who softly sang alongtlyishing his to the Stylistics coming from the deck. I ordered a quick beer from Mai, just to steady my hands. It worked. Mai put an ice water on the bar, and I chased the beer with that. LaDuke got up and went to talk to Anna, who was cleaning her tables in the other room. Boyle looked down the bar in my direction.
“Who’s your friend?” he said.
“Guy’s name is LaDuke,” I said.
“I knew that,” Boyle said. “Johnson’s been talking to Shareen Lewis. She told him all about him-and you.”
“So why’d you ask?”
“Just wanted to see how deep you’d go in your lies, Nick. You keep playing me, tellin’ me you’ve got nothing on the case. But you and Boy Detective over there are working on some kind of angle, am I right?”
“I said I’d square it with you when I had something concrete.”
“Sure you will.”
“How about you? Johnson get any more evidence that Roland and Calvin were moving drugs?”
“I’m done feeding you information,” Boyle said. “You’re on your own.”
“Okay,” I said. “Okay.”
Darnell came out of the kitchen, rubbing his hands dry on a rag. I left a few bucks for Mai and got LaDuke’s attention. He said good-bye to Anna and tossed Darnell the keys to the Ford. The three of us went out the door.
Darnell parked near the entrance to Goode’s White Goods, and soon afterward McGinnes came goose- stepping out into the lot. He got into the back with LaDuke, introduced himself, said hello to Darnell. Darnell, his
