you don’t have enough everything starts to go wrong, like today. Maybe you should get a costume. You can have Superman if you want.”
“I’m not wearing a costume, Stan.”
“But we’ll get more power.”
“Listen to me, dude, this power thing is getting a bit tired.”
“That’s because you don’t believe in anything. You’re so upset all the time about things that have already happened you don’t think there’s anything good left in the world.”
“That’s not true.”
“The world’s a good place, Johnny, it is. Only sometimes you have to get extra power to help it along.”
I could see the subject was important to him so I didn’t push things any further. “Okay, but you’ll have to do it for both of us, ’cause I still ain’t wearing no costume.”
He smiled softly. “Okay, Johnny.”
After I left Stan I called Marla to see if she wanted to come over and spend the night, but it was late by then and she told me she couldn’t face the drive.
“I wouldn’t be much company anyway, Johnny. I feel like a pig.”
“You’re not a pig.”
“I’m disgusting.”
“Don’t talk like that. You’re a good person.”
On the other end of the line Marla’s laughter sounded lost and a long way off. “Really?”
I thought about telling her of Gareth’s promise not to pimp her anymore but the way she sounded right then I didn’t think it would have much of an impact. Instead, I made a date to go to her place for lunch the next day. Then I told her I loved her and hung up.
CHAPTER 17
The next day was Saturday. I took Stan out to Empty Mile so he could spend it with Rosie, then I headed to the Channon.
Marla’s road was quiet, as usual. I had the windows down and in the shade of the trees the air was cool. Ordinarily it would have been a pleasant scene, but it was marred for me that morning by the sight of a red Jaguar parked on the shoulder of the road opposite her driveway. Its top was down and as I turned into Marla’s place, Jeremy Tripp waved at me from the driver’s seat and smiled like we were old friends.
Marla opened her door as soon as I knocked and jerked me inside. “Did you see him?”
“Yeah, what’s that about?”
“What’s he doing?”
“Looks like he’s watching the house.”
“He’s been there for half an hour.”
We went through to the kitchen at the back of the house.
“Why would he come here?”
“I don’t think it’s too hard to guess, Johnny. He must have gotten my address from Gareth.”
Marla looked pale and frightened and the skin under her eyes was dark. I put my hands on her shoulders.
“I don’t think Gareth has anything to do with this.”
“Don’t be stupid.”
“No, I mean it. I went to see him yesterday, about this pimping bullshit. He told me he was going to leave you alone, now that he knows we’re together. He even apologized.”
“Doesn’t sound like Gareth.”
“I think he meant it. You’re in the book, Tripp could have gotten your last name when he spoke to Gareth and found out where you live himself.”
“So, what, he thinks now he can come around and fuck me whenever he wants? Jesus Christ!”
We made coffee and stood around expecting Tripp to knock on the door at any moment. As Marla raised her cup I noticed a long thin burn on the inside of her forearm.
“What happened?”
She shrugged and didn’t say anything. I took hold of her arm and looked more closely at the burn. The blister was about four inches long and the skin that bordered it was singed a pale brown and looked dry and dead.
“What the fuck happened?”
She pulled her arm away. “I told you last night, I’m a pig. And people who act like pigs should be punished.”
“You did that to yourself? Christ! How?”
“I heated up a knife on the stove.”
“Marla, this is terrible.”
“No, it’s not. It’s exactly right.”
I was about to say more, but the bubble of toxic emotion that had formed around us was punctured then by a loud knocking on the front door. Marla looked stricken and groaned.
“I can’t do it again. I can’t…” She trudged along the hall to the front of the house and tiredly pulled the door open.
On the porch, Jeremy Tripp stood beside a smaller man who wore a smooth dark suit and held a large manila envelope. Beyond them, in the driveway, a new-looking silver sedan sat under a pattern of leaf shadow. Jeremy Tripp lit his face up with a high-voltage expression.
“Time to fuck off and find somewhere else to live.”
The man with Jeremy Tripp cleared his throat. He reached into his jacket pocket and held out a business card. “Gerald Turnbull. I act as Mr. Tripp’s lawyer in this matter.”
Marla frowned. “What matter?”
“Slight change of landlord,” Jeremy Tripp hissed.
The lawyer cleared his throat again. He opened the envelope he was carrying and drew out several pieces of paper which had been stapled together. He held the papers out to us and turned the sheets one by one so that we could see their contents. They looked like they formed some sort of contract.
Marla shrugged. “So?”
“So, today Mr. Tripp closed the sale of this property.”
“What?”
“He owns this house now. Your previous landlord, Mr. Constantian, sold it to him.”
“Bullshit.” Marla snatched the papers from him and looked through them closely. A few moments later her arm dropped and the lawyer took his papers back. “He never said anything to me about selling.”
“The sale was conducted somewhat more rapidly than usual.”
Jeremy Tripp turned the palms of both hands up and grinned. “One of the happy consequences of having a lot of money.”
“You are fucking kidding. You’re my landlord?”
“Not for long.”
The lawyer reached into his envelope again and took out another sheet of typewritten paper. “You rent this house on a month-by-month basis. You don’t have a lease. Mr. Tripp would like you to quit the property as soon as possible, and in any case not later than six weeks.”
He held out the sheet. Marla took it and looked at it so blankly the lawyer frowned.
“That means six weeks from today. Do you understand?”
Marla shook her head. “This is my house. I’ve lived here ten years.” She turned to Jeremy Tripp. “Why are you doing this? You don’t need this place. I can’t leave here.”
“Oh, I think you can probably do anything you put your mind to.” He looked up at the sky and the trees around him and took a deep breath. “What a day.”
He turned and walked down the porch steps. At the bottom he looked back at me.
