chemistry. Who knows, it could be true love.'
'Mazal tov,' said Daniel. 'Invite me to the wedding.'
'True love,' repeated Avi. 'No crime in visiting my little sweetie, is there? Playing tennis and swimming in the pool? No crime in the pursuit of love, is there?'
'No,' smiled Daniel. 'That's no crime at all.' Cohen looked at his watch. 'In fact, with the Pakad's permission, I've got to run right now. Got a lunch date with her in a few minutes. Blintzes and iced tea, on her balcony.' More teeth. 'Great view from that balcony.'
'I'll bet.'
'No crime in lunch, is there?'
'Get out of here,' said Daniel. 'Call Yossi after you've eaten your blintzes.'
Avi rubbed his hands together, saluted, and was off. As soon as the door closed, Daniel radioed the Chinaman. The connection was bad and they shouted at each other through a rain of static before Daniel told him to get to a phone. A few minutes later, the big man called; there was Arabic music in the background, the rattling of trays, a hum of voices.
'Where are you, Yossi?'
'Thousand Nights Cafe, just up from the Damascus Gate. Lots of eyes glued to my back. What's up?'
'How's it going?'
'Shitty-no one's talking; everyone looks pissed off. They're believing what they're reading, Dani-all that Zionist conspiracy garbage. I've even heard rumors about a general strike to protest the killings. Man, you should see how they're looking at me right now. It's the owner's phone-I sent him to serve coffee. Anyway, I spoke to the Border Patrol-they're keeping a watch out. You might tell Latam to send out more undercover guys, just for good measure.'
'Good idea. I called to tell you Cohen will be contacting you in a couple of hours. He's assigned to you now. Keep him busy.'
'What happened with the kid-raper?'
'We're off him, Laufer's orders.'
'Why the hell?'
'Protekzia. Don't say it. I know. Cohen thinks he's ripe to do something sick-saw him looking at school kids.'
'Wonderful,' said the Chinaman.
'My kids' school, in fact. I'll be keeping an eye out, maybe dropping in to talk with the teacher, bring them lunch. Haven't been involved enough lately anyway.'
'Absolutely. Got to be a good daddy. When my little ox starts school, HI be involved too. Meanwhile, what do you want me to do with Cohen?'
'He's turning out to be a decent interviewer. Show him the ropes. If you think he's up to it, give him a go at some of your lowlifes.' Daniel paused. 'Of course, if you need to send him on errands, that's okay too.'
There was a longer pause; then the Chinaman laughed, 'Long errands? Clear across town?'
'Long errands are fine. He's confident of his energy.' More laughter.
'But if his energy runs out,' said the Chinaman, 'you wouldn't want me breaking his ass, nice kid like that. Forcing him to work a full shift if his frail little body just can't keep up.'
'Never,' said Daniel. 'The current memo from Manpower says we must respect our officers. Treat them as if they were human beings.'
'As if' laughed the Chinaman. 'Which means if he sneezes or blows his nose I should be careful not to overwork him, maybe even send him home for beddy-bye. We wouldn't want little Avi to catch a fever.'
'God forbid.'
'God forbid,' laughed the Chinaman. 'God forbid.'
The cat had been a big step forward, real science.
He was twelve when it happened, well into sex thoughts, two years into heavy-duty jacking-off, the hair starting to grow out of his face, but no pimples like some of the other kids-he had good skin, clean.
Twelve brought the noise in his head: sometimes just a hum, other times a race-car roar. All that bad machinery-he wondered how it got in there.
When he jacked off it went away, especially when the sex thoughts got all combined with good pictures: blood; his bug experiments; her on Doctor's lap, them screaming at each other, killing each other, but doing it.
He imagined doing it to a girl on his lap-squeezing her eggs, hurting her, finishing her off, making everything clean. No girl in particular, lots of them. He invented them from different pieces of different girls-pictures in his head collected from magazines and movies and real girls that he saw on the street. All kinds, but the best ones were dark and short, like Sarah. Big tits and pretty mouths that screamed really good.
Sarah had big tits now.
She was in college, had come visiting last semester break, but with a boyfriend, some lame-o named Robert who was studying to be a lawyer and liked to hear himself talk. They slept in separate rooms. He knew why, had heard his ' mother screaming at Doctor that she wasn't going to have any hook-nosed little slut fornicating in her house. But sometimes at night or early in the morning, Sarah got up and went to Robert's room.
Now there was something else to listen to.
