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She blows on her brew.
“You’re the only angel I’ve treated extensively, and you’re only part angel. I’m curious about what a full angel might be like.”
I sip Vidocq’s coffee. It’s good and strong.
“Which brings me to the subject at hand: How do you know he’s an angel?”
The day after Candy and I brought the guest home, Vidocq and Allegra came over and took hair, sweat, and saliva samples while he was asleep.
Allegra taps the side of her mug with her index finger.
“Technically, we don’t. I’m just hoping.”
Vidocq comes in with his own cup and sits on their sagging couch.
“The body we examined is that of an ordinary man,” he says. “Nothing more and nothing less.”
“Except that he’s missing his heart and, I’m guessing, most of his blood,” I say.
“Yes. Whatever is in the body is clearly not human.”
“Could he be a new kind of zombie?” says Allegra.
“I doubt it, but maybe I should have Brigitte look him over. She’s the Drifter expert.”
“He could be exactly who he says he is. I mean, no one has died since he appeared.”
I nod and lean against the kitchen counter.
“Julie mentioned that. Okay, let’s say he’s the real thing. What am I supposed to do with him?”
“What would you do if he was just an ordinary man who came to you for help?” says Allegra.
“Buy him a drink and give him cab fare to the next bar. I almost died wrestling the Angra Om Ya. Don’t I get a day off?”
“Maybe not.”
“Maybe time off is not your fate, Mr. Sandman Slim,” says Vidocq.
He smiles like he’s being goddamn witty. Maybe from his point of view he is.
And maybe what he said hits too close to home.
“Fate is what happens when you don’t run fast enough. Keep moving and fate gets dizzy.”
“Looks like you didn’t run fast enough this time,” says Allegra. “So what would you do if someone came to you for help and you did decide to give it to them?”
I look at the coffee. Sip it, but suddenly don’t want it anymore and set it down.
“I’d find out who he was.”
“You’re already doing that. What else?”
“I’d find out where he came from and backtrack from there. Maybe look for some physical evidence. All Mr. D had on him was a coat and a knife.”
“What did the knife look like?” says Vidocq.
I take it from my pocket wrapped in a red utility rag I found in the Rover and hand it to him. He carefully unwraps it. Picks it up with his fingertips and turns it over.
