Half the Blood of Brooklyn

– Right. And now, this other group, well, they seem to have, and I’m not saying I know how this happened, but they seem to have gotten ideas of how we handled our differences with the Docks. And this has made them, I don’t know, leery, I guess. And they want, well, some assurance. Some direct contact with the Society. And they want it soon. Like, and this is where the urgency comes from, they want it tonight. They’re willing to send a representative, but they want us to handle transportation.

I dig my fork into the pie and put it in my mouth. It’s as bad as I thought it would be. I wash it down with thin black coffee.

– So go give them some direct contact. Last time I checked, diplomatic missions weren’t something I specialized in.

He pushes his plate to the side and wraps his fingers around his cup of chamomile tea.

– There’s nothing diplomatic involved. You go, you get their representative, you bring their representative back here, and after the meeting you provide return transit. And hey, you know, I wish I could go. First contact, man. I mean, direct face-to-face contact, I’m not saying it’s Nixon in China or anything, but it’s a pretty major deal.

I look past Terry, out the big front windows of the diner, and watch the Friday-night barhoppers parading up and down Avenue A.

I glance at the clock above the front door. Well past midnight. Way past visiting hours at the hospital. If I call the night nurse she’ll shine me on again, tell me Evie is fine no matter how she is.

The taste of the crap pie and the lousy coffee is still in my mouth.

I look at Terry, blow some air, give with a big helpless shrug.

– Sure, Terry, I get it, and I don’t mean to make light or anything, but I have security issues here on our turf. That’s why you gave me the job, right, to take care of things right here at home? Way I remember it, the deal was I do things the way I think they should be done. Right now, I got to tell you, this Van Helsing is the real deal. What I’ve been poking into tonight, the tension out there in the community is high. Word is spreading and people are freaked out. Those are our folks out there, living in fear, I can’t do something to make them feel safe, well, I should just hand the job to someone else. That’s not even taking into account how riled Predo was when I went up to see him, guy’s got a serious bug up his ass over this. I don’t take care of it quickly, it could screw up all the quiet we’ve been enjoying lately. Just, hey man, just priorities.

The waiter places the check between us, fair warning that he wants his fucking table back. Terry flips the check, looks at the total, goes in his pocket.

– Yeah, the Van Helsing. That’s, sure, that’s a concern. Thing is, thing is, and you know how I feel about pointing fingers, and I could be wrong, but the thing is, Joe, this problem in Brooklyn, it didn’t really exist until you went up to see Predo.

I remember that pause, that half second when Predo mentioned the Docks to me. That one moment when I cracked open and he read me cover to cover.

Sharp bastard.

He places some bills and change on the check, a precise ten percent tip included.

– And, you know, these things happen. He can ferret information with the best, so I’m not saying you could help it. Predo, he’s just doing what comes naturally and putting whatever he got from you to use. If I were to guess, I’d imagine he maybe placed a call to these folks he knows we’re in contact with and suggested that we might be, I don’t know, untrustworthy in negotiations. Which, I’ll grant in this case may have been true, but generally we’re a much safer bet than the Coalition. But try telling that to new faces when the story going around is that we, I don’t know, used a containment strategy on the Docks. Which was really best for everyone. Their attitude and values may get by in Brooklyn, but things are far more sophisticated here. A lead pipe mentality like theirs would have caused trouble for all the Clans.

– Yeah, well, we’ll never know one way or another, what with how they were contained and all.

He recounts the money on the check.

– You can be flippant about it if you like, Joe. -Flippant?

– But I can’t. I have to take these situations seriously. That forest we were talking about before? That metaphor can be extended pretty far. The forest, the ecosystem, it needs to be kept in balance. Too many new species enter the ecosystem at once, they throw it out of balance. Species that have been there for eons, they can find themselves at risk.

He takes fifty cents off the check and puts it back in his pocket.

I look at the clock again. There’s an orderly at the hospital, if I pass him a pint of gin he’ll get me on Evie’s ward. I try to remember when his shift ends.

– Yeah, ecosystem, unbalanced, got it. All the more reason I need to stay here and deal with the Van Helsing.

I start to get up.

Terry puts a hand on my wrist.

– Joe, sorry, I’m being unclear. Let me focus this a little for you.

He pushes his glasses up his nose.

– Fuck the Van Helsing.

He looks at my chair. I sit in it.

He nods.

– Predo doesn’t give a damn about the Van Helsing. People out there don’t know about the Van Helsing. You haven’t been looking for the Van Helsing. What you have been doing, what you did do, was you went up to Predo and let him, you know, work you. However it played, you tipped him and he knows how we handled the Docks, and he’s pissed. He knows they would have thrown in with the Coalition and he’s pissed we, well, intervened or whatever. Now he’s getting kind of childish and trying to do the same thing with us, and the situation needs to be dealt with.

I watch the waiter come and take a look at the check and the money. I watch the sour look on his face get more sour as he eyes the money. I watch him clear every last plate and glass and piece of silver from our table, leaving the check.

He makes to take the teacup from Terry’s hand and Terry looks up at him.

– I’m not finished. When I’m finished you can have the cup and the table. Until then, stay the fuck away from us. And if you want a better tip, refill the water glasses every now and then.

The waiter takes a step back, touches the ring in his right eyebrow, turns and walks away.

Terry turns his eyes to me.

– Sorry about that, I’m a little, man, a little stressed, I guess.

I wait while he works out the stress.

– See, and that stress, a lot of it has to do with all this Brooklyn stuff. And I’d really like to bring some stability to the situation so I can, you know, decompress. I don’t want to spend my time taking out my issues on innocent bystanders like that kid. So for the sake of everyone around me, before I, I don’t know, start taking people’s heads off or whatever, I need to have this thing dealt with right away.

I remember what it was like, back in the day, when Terry would take someone’s head off. I look at him, old man hippie, and know it’s still in there. The head-taker. One of the best.

I lean in.

– Bullshit.

His forehead creases.

– Um. Excuse me?

– Bullshit, Terry. You didn’t want me to tip our hand to Predo, you wouldn’t have let me go up there. I’ve been played by you two before, I know what it feels like. Whatever you really want, it has fuckall to do with me running to Brooklyn. The Van Helsing? I know that doesn’t mean shit. I already got that figured. I don’t know who’s play it was, yours or Predo’s, but I know we’ve seen the last of him. You want me to do a little dance? Fine. Tell me the tune. Show me the steps. Draw them out on the floor so I know exactly where to put my feet. Because I am goddamned if I’m gonna let you two jerk me all over town again getting my head bounced off hard stuff.

I lean back in my chair and light a smoke.

Terry scratches his cheek.