- •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 climbed into the backseat.
“But maybe your friend should sit here.” Her features clouded, suddenly unsure if she’d done the right thing.
“It’s okay. I like the backseat,” I reassured her. Deidre probably spent a lot of her time being out of place, different, with its taint of inferior.
“How was school today?” O’Connor asked her.
Her reply was disjointed, jumping from subject to subject. Some of her words slurred, as if pronouncing were a constant struggle. I wondered why O’Connor wanted me along for this, what he wanted to prove.
“I got to stop by the station for a little bit. Do you mind?” O’Connor asked me.
“No, no problem.”
“I don’t want to take the evidence you gave me home.”
As we pulled into the precinct parking lot, O’Connor turned to me and said, “I got about a half hour of paperwork, most of it yours.”
I shrugged. Babysitting duty, that was my reason for being here.
“Deidre, pumpkin, Daddy’s got to do some work. So you and Miss Micky are going to go play for a while. Is that okay?”
“Okay, Daddy,” she replied.
Miss Micky? There are disadvantages to being an adult. We all got out of the car. O’Connor opened the trunk and took out a big, brightly colored ball.
“We got a little patch of ground back here that passes for a yard,” he said as he led us through a passageway between buildings. He was right, it was just a patch with some anemic grass on it and one picnic bench that had seen better days. O’Connor left us there.
I glanced at my watch, then at Deidre. She was standing motionless, as if her animation had left when her father had. I tossed the ball in the air, then asked, “So, do you want to be the pitcher or the catcher?”
She smiled at me, but didn’t seem to understand the question.
“I’ll throw the ball to you,” I motioned throwing, “and you toss it back. Okay?”
She nodded and held out her arms. I tossed the ball gently to her. She tried to catch it, but it slipped through her hands and hit her in the stomach. Deidre thought that this was funny and giggled. She ran for the ball, kicking it out of her reach several times before she finally got it. Using both arms, she gave it a wild throw in the air that I had to scramble to catch. She laughed, a loud, open-throated laugh, as if playing catch in this dingy yard was the most fun she could imagine having.
We continued throwing the ball back and forth, with pretty much the same results. I found myself starting to laugh with her. If she thought it funny when she dropped the ball or threw it straight up in the air, then I could find it funny, too. At first, I had concentrated on doing correct “adult” throws, then I realized it didn’t matter. Instead I started tossing the ball overhand, underhand, between my legs, bounced it off my head, all way off target, but fun as hell.
Finally, we both collapsed on the bench, having tossed the ball every possible way. Deidre leaned into me and wrapped her arms around my waist, avoiding her imperfect words to tell me that laughing with her had made me her friend. I put my arms around her shoulders and hugged her back.
Then I tensed. What would it look like, a lesbian alone with a young girl in a secluded yard? All the things that Barbara Selby had implied about me jumbled in my mind. Why didn’t O’Connor come back when we were playing ball, impeccably innocent? Now Deidre’s head was on my lap, one arm resting across my thigh.
I realized that O’Connor was not a stupid man. And I knew why he had asked me along to meet his daughter, his special, trusting daughter. It was to leave me alone in this secluded space with her, to make up for Barbara’s mistrust and accusations.
A few minutes later I heard O’Connor’s footsteps in the alley. Deidre and I were still sitting on the bench, her head in my lap, and I was telling her the story of the tortoise and the hare. O’Connor sat at the end of the bench, listening quietly until I had finished.
“You ready to go?” he asked us.
I nodded.
Deidre stood up and said, “I’m like the tortoise, Daddy, slow, but I get there.”
As we went back through the alley, I said to O’Connor, “Thank you.”
“For what?” He brushed it off.
“Trusting me.”
“With four kids I’m always looking for good babysitters.”
“Still…” For a moment, I thought I might cry. I felt a tremendous relief, guilt washed away as the dirt it was.
“Hey,” O’Connor responded. He awkwardly put his hand on my shoulder.
“Better find out my rates first,” I said, quickly wiping my eyes. “I consider kids a dangerous duty.”
I had O’Connor drop me a few blocks from my place. It was a little after five. I promised Deidre that I would come over sometime and play ball with her. We were still working on the Miss Micky part, though.
Chapter 27
Joey didn’t call until after nine o’clock. “You ready for some fun?” he asked. “This time the truck’s over in Kenner, near the airport. Gotta keep changing. Never the same place twice.”
“I guess. You going to drive me out there?”
“Naw. You get to take the bus.”
“To Kenner?” Kenner was beyond Metairie, the suburb of a suburb. “I’d have to take five or six buses. I won’t get there until tomorrow.”
“Relax. I’m jerking you. I’ll be over in about half an hour to pick you up. We’ll go over the rest of the stuff on the way out.”
“See you in a little bit,” I said. I remembered to get both my jacket and scarf when he rang the buzzer. I had no faith in the truck’s heating system.
“Another night of fun and games,” Joey said as he shoved the car door open for me.