- •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.
In the alley you will meet your escort to the boat. That way no one can follow you or recognize your car.
Happy cruising!
The letter wasn’t signed. It didn’t sound like Francois, but who knows what he had hidden in him. It was easier to believe Colombé wrote (dictated?) the letter. Cheerful callousness seemed to be his style. I stuffed the letter and smaller envelopes back into the bigger one and tucked it away in my jacket.
“Where are we going?” I chanced asking Algernon.
“To the boat,” he replied. “My instructions are by miles and turns. It lists no destination or place.”
“But just between friends, which direction are we headed?”
He laughed, then said, “Between friends, we are in Chalmette and will probably go a ways beyond it before we get to wherever it is we’re going.”
Now that I had gotten that hard-won information, there wasn’t much to do with it. My plan of action was to get on the boat, ride it to Biloxi, figure out some way to get the kids safe, then call the police. And maybe I could find something that would tell me who had written that letter.
The steady ride of the car began to lull me into drowsiness. I fought it, telling myself that I needed to be awake and thinking. It would be better if I could get a message to O’Connor. It might take a while to convince the Biloxi police that something this bizarre was actually true. But Algernon was not a man who would let me stop and call the cops.
It might work out for the best anyway. Get on the boat, check it out, get as much evidence as I could, and make sure the kids were safe before I brought in the police. Maybe there’d be a radio I could use on the ship.
Suddenly the car stopped and Algernon said, “You’re here.”
I tossed off the blanket and sat up. We seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. It was a dark road and I could only see trees on either side of it.
“Here?” I questioned, not seeing anything that looked like a “here” to me.
“There is a path in the woods. It will take you where you need to go,” Algernon explained.
“Here’s your gun back.” I handed him the Browning.
“Thank you.” He smiled. “I wish you luck and success. As you well know, they are not always the same thing.”
There was nothing for me to do but get out of the car, wave good-bye to Algernon, and watch him leave. As his car lights disappeared, the darkness became complete. There were no stars, no moon on this night. I had hoped to be able to move without my flashlight, but that wasn’t possible.
I switched it on and found the path into the dark woods.
Chapter 33
The path was a narrow footpath. The beam of my flashlight revealed that the overgrowth had been recently trampled down. About fifty yards into the woods, I heard men’s voices. I paused to listen. I couldn’t catch what they were saying. Probably my crew.
Another twenty yards and I could see a faint light in the distance. It was the wavering light of a lantern or powerful flashlight, perhaps several of them. I came to a clearing that revealed a tumbledown shack. Flickering lights shone from several windows and the men’s voices were a rumbling undertone. Pausing for a moment, I prepared myself to be a vicious, money-hungry bitch. I had to be cool and enough in control to walk off the boat in the next port and get the police. I thought about knocking on the cabin door, but decided that if I was in charge, I had the right to enter. I opened the door and walked into a kitchen with a rusted sink, a stove that didn’t look like it had cooked anything in years, and a place where an icebox had been.
One man, drinking a beer and sitting in a chair that was leaning precariously, was the only occupant in this room. His chair almost went all the way back when I came in. He wasn’t able to right himself without dropping his beer.
The thump of the beer brought another man to the inner door. A little taller than me, he had the wiry thinness of someone who does physical labor. His hair was a brown that had seen too much harsh sunlight and sea salt. It hadn’t been cut lately; scraggly ends hung over his collar. His dark eyes were hidden in weathered creases. Years of hard drinking and smoking had aged him. “Who are you?” he demanded of me.
“Who are you?” I returned, then added, “Is Quince here?”
“Who’s askin’?”
“Micky Knight.”
“You’re a girl?!” he exclaimed, obviously not at all prepared for my gender.
“Yeah, I’m a woman. What’s your name?”
“Uh…Vern,” he stammered out, still unable to get over my not being a man.