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“I have tons of reports and paperwork to do. I’ll be here late.”
“Okay. I might stop by Bamboo House myself. I’ll see you at home.”
She sits down at her desk.
“Tell Carlos hi for me.”
“I will.”
I start for the stairs and she blows me a kiss. I wink at her.
I head for the Catalina parked around the corner and see Alessa smoking a cigarette on the corner. She turns and sees me.
“You need a ride or something?” I say.
“No thanks. I have a cab coming.”
“Okay. Chihiro is pretty excited about working with you. I haven’t seen her this happy in a while.”
“Chihiro’s cool. And her band is all right. I can work with them.”
“Good luck. They’re a handful.”
She takes a drag on her cigarette, blows out the smoke.
“So am I.”
“I don’t doubt it. Well, I’ll see you around.”
“Good night.”
I go back to the Catalina and get in. Candy is working late. My head is mostly better, but not one hundred percent. I can get drugs for it or I can do the other thing. A stab of guilt gets me in the gut. I don’t like keeping secrets, especially from Candy, but I don’t know if she’d understand this and I need it right now. Just until I can get myself together again. I’ll stop by Bamboo House later and bring home some food so the evening won’t be a total lie.
In the rearview mirror, I watch Alessa get into a cab. It swings around and its headlights reflect into my eyes. Icepicks again.
That settles it. I start the car and wait for whoever is hiding in the backseat to do something. When they don’t, I pull out and head south.
About two blocks on, I hear a moan and pull over into the parking lot of a Spanish Evangelical church. I don’t say anything, waiting for the moaner—it sure sounded like a guy—to show himself. He doesn’t and I slip the black blade out of my coat.
“Anytime now, sunshine. Kill me or get out.”
Someone rustles around and slowly sits up. I turn halfway in my seat.
He’s pale. Thin. Unshaven. Three days or more. He doesn’t smell that great either. He leans against the side of the door where his face falls into line with the blinking sign in front of a bodega. There he is, yellow one second, then swallowed in black the next.
“How long did you know?” he says.
I hear it in his voice. Now that I’m looking for it, I can smell it under his stink. “Fuck me. You’re an angel.”
He purses his lips, half smiling and half embarrassed.
“Guilty as charged.”
“Get out.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“I’m a nephilim, pal. Half angel and half pissed off. I knew you were there the whole time, but I was waiting for you to do something interesting.”
