- •The Intersection of Law and Desire
- •I let her sit in silence for a few moments before repeating, “What do they have on you?”
- •I hesitated for a second, embarrassed at what came to mind. “Oh, hell. Jerking off,” I finally admitted.
- •I felt a touch of slickness between my legs. “I’m wet,” I acknowledged.
- •I brushed some of the water out of my hair, hoping it would spot her leather interior and muttered, “Whoever said, ‘Better late than never’?”
- •I would be seeing Cordelia tomorrow, I suddenly realized. And myself in the mirror later tonight. I gently removed Karen’s arms from around my neck.
- •I picked up her bike rack and my duffel bag with my oh so beloved running shoes, while Cordelia managed her bike and gear. After locking up, we headed down to put the bike on her car.
- •I turned sharply around to scan the road. “Nope. Not a Rolls in sight. The snootiest car visible is a Cadillac. And it’s not even this year’s model. I don’t think they’re watching you right now.”
- •I watched them as they pedaled away, Torbin riding abreast with Cordelia. She was nodding her head to something he was saying. Then a line of trees hid them from my view.
- •I stopped. Clearly we needed to have more than a one-sided conversation. Joanne looped back to me.
- •I shrugged noncommittally.
- •I nodded as I waited by the passenger door for her to open it.
- •I grinned at his use of tv cop show cliché, then said, “I’ll do what I can. I’ll call you as soon as I’ve got something to report.”
- •I didn’t recognize the desk sergeant. I introduced myself, then bantered a bit about the Saints’ chances for the playoffs this year.
- •I opened it and started reading, although I knew it would back him up. Bill did paperwork until I decided I had read all of the autopsy report that I cared to. I handed the file back to him.
- •I didn’t need to look around to know that Joey had arrived.
- •I let my disapproval hang in the silence for a long moment. “Eight months? And you’re just now wondering about it?”
- •I decided that sniping at each other wasn’t going to be helpful. “What do you do to calm her fears?”
- •I installed the night-light next to Cissy’s bed, then stayed up reading until a little after three, but no one stirred. Maybe the night-light would keep away Cissy’s fears.
- •I gave her a quick rundown while driving out of the airport maze. Then I asked the question I had been wanting to ask. “What do you know about child psychology?”
- •I shrugged, met her gaze for a moment, then looked away. “What do we do?” I demanded.
- •I stood gazing out the window to avoid looking at her while she packed up.
- •I nodded yes.
- •I thought for a moment. Barbara Selby couldn’t afford anything like it. Then I remembered the money Karen was paying me.
- •I decided to do some work on my one paying case and dialed Torbin’s number.
- •I didn’t reply, instead I crossed my arms and looked away from him.
- •I knelt beside Cissy. “I think I like the blue one the best. Which one do you like?”
- •I nodded, then said, “I’m glad you noticed.”
- •I nodded, then added, “I’m not asking for your money back.”
- •I started to ask her about Lindsey, but realized that I was picking at scabs, scratching and irritating them.
- •I sat next to her, taking her hand between both of mine. “Now tell me about your day.”
- •I shuddered beneath Cordelia’s embrace, warmth a fragile and fleeting thing.
- •I didn’t answer. I slowly leaned back into her embrace. Warm and alive and not in immediate pain seemed to be all that I could offer her.
- •I watched Cordelia as she spoke. She believed what she said, but if I gave in to her wishes, then the power became hers and I would have to trust that she would not use it.
- •I turned and led the way to the kitchen.
- •I quickly hurried down the stairs and out of the courtyard, feeling ragged and torn, unwilling to have her voice leave another mark on me.
- •I looked again at the matchbook. “Heart of Desire” was scripted in gold on a black background. Some of the gold lettering had begun to chip.
- •I said, “What are you working on? We might—”
- •I reluctantly gave him the number to Cordelia’s clinic.
- •I sat for a moment before finally replying, “I need to talk to a lawyer first.”
- •I put the black binder back on o’Connor’s desk, a faint unsettled queasiness rolling in my stomach.
- •I thought for a moment. Legally it would probably be Aunt Greta, but she was the last person I’d want involved. “I guess my cousin, Torbin Robedeaux.”
- •I watched Joey walk out of the bar. The fish had taken the bait. But look what usually happens to bait. I didn’t drive by Cordelia’s apartment on my way out of the Quarter.
- •I held my temper. Joey was playing with me, testing my limits. “I like men. I even love some men. I just get real bored with them when they take their clothes off.”
- •I started to say it wasn’t her money but her mortal soul that I was worried about, but Joey wouldn’t understand and I was beyond explaining it.
- •I turned into the driveway of Lindsey’s office.
- •I finally broke the silence by asking, “Is she okay?”
- •I knew she was right. Law and justice aren’t the same thing. “Is she okay? How badly hurt is she?”
- •I spun on my heel, angry at her. Then I turned back and said as gently as I could, “If you need my help, you know my number. Call me anytime.”
- •I headed in the direction he had indicated. For a moment, the sound of our footsteps mingled, then his faded into the distance and mine alone echoed.
- •I nodded and he continued.
- •I looked at the floor for several moments before I finally answered, “For a while. I lived there…I couldn’t get away from him.” Then I said, “I’d prefer to talk about something else.”
- •I spent most of the weekend at my apartment. No one called me, and I called no one.
- •I nodded slowly, but made no other reply.
- •I climbed into the backseat.
- •I got down to business. “So when does the ceiling fall on Zeke’s head?”
- •I handed the last box to Mr. Unfriendly, then hopped out of the truck. Zeke led the way back into the building. Mr. Silent followed me, closing the door on the cool night.
- •I gave both Betsy and Camille my phone number. Then, with Camille running interference, we headed back downstairs.
- •I didn’t know what to do except respond. I had not expected this. I had come up with dozens of scenarios, but none of them had included Lindsey kissing me.
- •I shrugged, then since she was fronting the money, answered, “No, not for you, it shouldn’t be.”
- •I crossed my arms over my chest, a barricade of sorts. “I need a shrink’s advice,” was my opening. “How do you say no when someone’s making a sexual advance that you’re not sure you want?”
- •I said nothing. I didn’t think Lindsey deserved the accident, but that was a road she had to walk.
- •I felt a surge of jealousy. I knew I wasn’t Cordelia’s first lover, but that wasn’t the same thing as hearing Lindsey describe this.
- •I checked the gun. It was loaded. I suddenly turned and pointed it at Algernon. He stopped and merely looked at me.
- •In the alley you will meet your escort to the boat. That way no one can follow you or recognize your car.
- •I switched it on and found the path into the dark woods.
- •I took one of the pay packets out and waved it in Vern’s face. Then I said, “I don’t pay sexist assholes. You want your money, you’d better deal with me.”
- •I didn’t. That was the horrible thing. “Load up the kids,” I said, to buy time. Maybe if I got enough men out of here I could chance pulling my gun.
- •I held the kiss a little longer, giving her time to get the key securely under her tongue. Then I broke it off. I wondered what Cordelia was thinking.
- •I padlocked the door. It would keep them in, but it would also keep the crew out.
- •I handed it to Ron, and said, “Thanks a lot. I’ve got to get these kids to bed now. It’s almost midnight and they’re very tired.”
- •I lifted the next girl. She was silent, asking no questions, expecting nothing. Cordelia was helping me now, we both put the next two girls in at the same time. Then in silence, the last two.
- •I aimed at him and fired.
- •I told my tale as best I could, still waiting for word on Cordelia and the kids.
- •I just shrugged, terrified to lift my barricades. I couldn’t admit how desperately I wanted to revive the time when I was sure she loved me.
- •I looked at Cordelia. Usually we’re locked in our own world, our own needs and desires. Cordelia had just let me into a place where she was small and scared. “I’m so afraid of you,” I admitted.
- •I let the tension ease out of me and closed my eyes.
- •I got up to leave. His money could buy many things. A lesson in the cost of betrayal was one of them. Francois had made his choices.
- •I ignored that. “Why do you think Francois won’t betray you?”
- •I started to point out that was clichéd, too, but decided that Kessler wasn’t interested in knowing that. I didn’t talk.
- •I slammed my heel into his instep, causing him to howl in pain.
- •I didn’t know if Barbara was asking a rhetorical question or asking me about myself. I answered as if it were the latter, “The memory remains. Don’t silence her. Don’t ever blame her.”
- •I watched them as they went down the hall, not wanting to go with them. Instead, I walked back the way I came, giving Barbara and Cissy time to find their way home.
- •I didn’t look back as we drove away.
I turned into the driveway of Lindsey’s office.
“We’re here,” I announced, stating the obvious, then asked, “Do you like Dr. McNeil?”
“She’s okay. I like her fish.”
The wreck and the rain had made us late.
“Hello,” Amanda greeted us, for the moment distracted by something on her computer screen.
Cissy headed over to the fish, not returning Amanda’s greeting. I said hello, then sat down in one of the waiting room chairs.
After only a moment Amanda said, “There, that’s finished.” She turned away from her computer. “Want to go back? The doc’s ready,” she said to Cissy.
Still watching the fish, Cissy nodded her head, then slowly turned away from the tank and started to follow Amanda.
“Can I go to the restroom?” Cissy abruptly asked as she passed in front of me. I wasn’t sure if she was asking me or Amanda. Or asking Amanda in front of me so I would back her up with my previously given yes.
“Of course you can,” Amanda answered. “It’s right this way.” She led Cissy down the hall past Lindsey’s office.
I settled back in my chair for the fifty-minute wait. Instead of coming back to the reception area, Amanda ducked into Lindsey’s office to chat with her. I picked up a magazine to read.
Several minutes later my attention was caught by Amanda tapping on the bathroom door, asking, “Are you okay in there?” I couldn’t hear Cissy’s reply. It seemed to satisfy Amanda, who leaned in Lindsey’s door to continue talking to her.
I went back to skimming through the magazine, not paying much attention to it. I did notice that when Amanda went back to tap on the bathroom door, Lindsey appeared in the hallway, hovering near her office door.
“Cissy, can I come in?” Amanda asked, then slowly opened the door. After a moment or two she stuck her head out and motioned Lindsey in.
I put the magazine down and stood up, taking a couple of steps toward the bathroom. But I didn’t go any further. Whatever was wrong, Lindsey and Amanda were much better qualified to handle it than I was. I would be just another person invading what Cissy was trying to keep behind closed doors.
It was several minutes before Amanda emerged from the bathroom. Lindsey didn’t come out.
“Do you know how to reach Mrs. Selby?” she asked, heading purposefully behind the reception desk.
I tried to remember Barbara’s work number, but my mind blanked.
“Never mind, I can pull it up,” Amanda answered as she sat down at the computer.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
Amanda ignored me as she hit the computer keys to bring up Barbara’s name.
“What’s wrong?” I repeated.
“Let me call Mrs. Selby first,” she said.
I almost reached over the reception desk and grabbed her wrist. Amanda, sensing my intensity, paused for a moment and said, “She’s okay. She appears to be bleeding vaginally.”
“What?” I exclaimed, feeling a chill place grow inside me.
“She’s okay,” Amanda repeated, then dialed Barbara’s number. She spoke very briefly, just asking her to come by, that there was something that Dr. McNeil wanted to discuss.
“What happened?” I demanded as soon as Amanda put the phone down.
“The urination may have irritated the area or perhaps wiping. There’s not much blood, just some spotting.”
“How do you know it’s not her period?”
“It’s possible,” Amanda replied, but her tone and body language added, It’s not very likely.
“What do we do now?”
“Lindsey’s going to talk to her, make sure she’s okay. We’ll wait for Mrs. Selby and see what she wants to do.”
“Can I talk to her?” I asked, starting to head down the hallway.
Amanda reached across the reception desk and grabbed my arm to stop me. “Lindsey’s very good at this. Let her handle it.”
Amanda was right. My anger and outrage wouldn’t help Cissy. I turned away from the hallway.
“Should we call the police?” I asked.
“That’s up to Mrs. Selby.”
“What if it’s someone she knows? Someone she’ll believe over her daughter?”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” Amanda calmly replied. “You might go walk around the block a few times if it would make you feel better,” she suggested.
I shook my head and settled for pacing around the waiting room. The nightmare had become real. Part of me was in the shock that comes when you see what is going to happen and how powerless you are to stop it. That alternated with a deep fury that I was afraid to directly look at—it had no control and no mercy. I finally managed to hold these warring emotions in abeyance, forcing myself into a façade of calmness.
It took Barbara about half an hour to get to Lindsey’s office. The door opening startled me. I was standing at the tank watching the fish flit back and forth.
“Hi, Micky,” she said, a nervous catch in her voice.
I started to return her greeting, but Amanda said, “Hello, Mrs. Selby, please come this way.”
Barbara cast me a quick look, but I wasn’t invited and I remained at the fish tank. Amanda led her down the hallway into Lindsey’s office. Lindsey, holding Cissy’s hand, came out of the bathroom and went into the office. Cissy’s face was pale, her eyes downcast. Amanda followed, closing the door behind them. I was left by myself in the waiting room. I tried to sit, but couldn’t, instead falling into an agitated pacing, covering the waiting room in long strides. I sat down once or twice, but immediately got up to resume my pacing.
Finally the door to Lindsey’s office opened. Amanda came out first, followed by Barbara holding Cissy’s hand, whose eyes remained downcast. Lindsey was behind them. Her cane, Cissy’s lowered eyes, the grim set of Barbara’s lips, were all talismans of how often we’re bent and battered by acts of fate or will that can never be undone.
“Look, Ms. Selby, if you want…” Lindsey was saying.
Barbara cut her off with, “I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but it’s my decision. I have a lot of things I need to think about.”
Lindsey tried again, “If I can help—”
Barbara again cut her off. “I’ll let you know. I need to take Cissy home now.”
“I understand, I—”
Barbara turned on her. “Do you? Do you understand?” Her voice was agitated, a wavering edge of anger in it. “How can you?”
“I’m sorry,” Lindsey said slowly, calmly, allowing herself to be the lightning rod for Barbara’s anger.
“This is my daughter, not yours,” Barbara lashed out at her.
“I’m very sorry,” Lindsey repeated with the same quiet calmness.
Barbara started to say something else, but didn’t, staring instead at Lindsey as if this were a dream she might wake from any minute.