A horse whinnied. Win turned and looked at the magnificent animal. Something strange came across his face, a look of loss.
'What did she do to you, Win?' _
Win kept staring. They both knew whom Myron was talking about.
'What did she do to make you hate so much?'
'Don't engage in too much hyperbole, Myron. I am not that simple. My mother is not solely responsible for shaping me. A man is not made up of one incident, and I
am a far cry trom crazy, as you suggested earlier. Like any other human being, I choose my battles. I battle quite a bit-more than most-and usually on the right side. I
battled for Billy Waters and Tyrone Duffy But I do not wish to battle for the Coldrens. That is my choice. You, as my closest friend, should respect that. You should not try , to prod or guilt me into a battle I do not wish to fight.'
Myron was not sure what to say. It was scary when he could understand Win's cold logic. 'Win?'
Win wrested his gaze from the horse. He looked at Myron.
'I'm in trouble,' Myron said, hearing the desperation in his tone. 'I need your help.'
Win's voice was suddenly soft, his face almost pained.
'If that were true, I'd be there. You know that. But you are not in any trouble from which you cannot easily disentangle.
Just back away, Myron. You have the option of ending your involvement. To draw me into this against my will using our friendship in that way is wrong. Walk away this time.' , 'You know I can't do that.'
Win nodded and headed toward his car. 'Like I said, we all choose our battles.'
When he entered the guest house, Esperanza was screaming, 'Bankrupt! Lose a turn! Bankrupt!'
Myron came up behind her. She was watching Wheel of Fortune. _
'This woman is so greedy,' Esperanza said, gesturing at the screen. 'She's got over six thousand dollars and she keeps spinning. I hate that.'
The wheel stopped, landing on the glittery $1,000.
The woman asked for a B. There were two of them. Esperanza groaned,. 'You're back early,' she said. 'I
thought you were going out to dinner with Linda Coldren.'
'It didn't work out.'
Esperanza finally turned around and looked at his face. 'What happened?'
He told her. Her dark complexion lost a bit of coloralong the way. When he finished, Esperanza said, 'You need Win.'
'He won't help.'
' 'Time to swallow your macho pride and ask him. Beg him if you have to.'
'Been there, done that. He's out.' On the television, the greedy woman bought a vowel. This always baffled Myron. Why do contestants who clearly know the puzzle's solution still buy vowels? To waste money? To make sure their opponents know the answer too?
'But,' he said, 'you're here.'
Esperanza looked at him. 'So?'
It was, he knew, the real reason she had come down in the first place. On the phone she had told him that he didn't work well alone. The words spoke volumes about her true motivation for fleeing the Big Apple.
'Do you want to help?' he asked.
The greedy woman leaned forward, spun the wheel, and then started clapping and shouting, 'Come on, a thousand!' Her opponents clapped too. Like they wanted her to do well. Right. +
'What do you want me to do?' Esperanza asked.
'I'll explain on the way. If you want to come.'
They both watched the wheel decelerate. The camera moved in for a close-up. The arrow slowed and slowed before settling on the word BANKRUPT. The audience groaned. The greedy woman kept the smile, but now she looked like someone had just punched her hard in the stomach.
'That's an omen,' Esperanza said.
'Good or bad'?' Myron asked.
Yes.' .
Chapter 19
The girls were still at the mall. Still at the food court.
Still at the same table. It was amazing, when you thought about it. The long summer days beckoned with sunny skies and chirping birds. School was out, and yet so many teenagers spent all their time inside a glorified school cafeteria, probably lamenting the day they would have to return to school.
Myron shook his head. He was complaining about teenagers. A sure sign of lost youth. Soon he'd be screaming at someone for turning up the thermostat.
As soon as he entered the food court, the girls all turned in his direction. It was like they had people +weknow detectors at every entrance. Myron did not hesitate.
Making his expression as stem as possible, he rushed toward them. He studied each face as he approached.
These were, after all, just teenagers. The guilty one, Myron was sure, would show it.
And she did. Almost instantly.
She was the one that had been teased yesterday, the one they taunted for being the recipient of a Crusty smile.
Missy or Messy or something. It all made sense now.
Crusty hadn't spotted Myron's tail. He'd been tipped off ln fact, the whole thing had been arranged. That was how Crusty had known that Myron had been asking questions about him. That explained the seemingly fortuitous timing that is, Crusty hanging around the food court just long enough for Myron to arrive.
It had all been a big setup.
The one with Elsa Lancaster hair screwed up her face and said, 'Like, what's the matter?'
'That guy tried to kill me,' Myron said.
Lots of gasps. Faces lit up with excitement. To most of them, this was like a television show come to life. Only Missy or Messy or some name with an M remained rockstill.
'Not to worry though,' Myron continued. 'We've just about got him. In an hour or two, he'll be under arrest. The police are on their way to find him right now. I
just wanted to thank you all for your cooperation.'
The M girl spoke: 'I thought you weren't a cop.'
A sentence without the word like. Hmm. 'I'm undercover,' Myron said.
'Oh. My. God.'
'Get out!'
'Whoa!'
'You mean like on New York Undercover'?' _
Myron, no stranger to TV, had no idea what she was talking about. 'Exactly,' he said.
'This is so cool.'
'Are we, like, going to be on TV'?'
''The six o'clock news?'
'That guy on Channel Four is so cute, you know?'
'My hair totally sucks.'
'No way, Amber. But mine is like a total rat nest.'
Myron cleared his throat. 'We have this pretty much all wrapped up. Except for one thing. The accomplice.'
Myron waited for one of them to say, 'Accomplice?'
No one did. Myron elaborated. 'Someone in this very mall helped that creep set me up.'
'In, like, here?
'In our mall?'
