- •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 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.
“Sorry, Karen, I guess my self-respect has a much higher price than anything you can come up with.” I stepped away from her.
“Damn you,” she hissed, furious at my rejection. Then she stalked out of the room. I was probably one of the few shopping challenges left her.
After a few minutes she returned, smiling and laughing with Joey.
“I’m so glad you’ve decided to reinvest,” I heard him say as they entered.
“It seemed the only logical thing to do. I am, after all, a capitalist at heart,” she laughed. I noticed her tucking a small, picture-sized envelope in her clutch purse.
“So, why don’t we plan to meet here again next month, around the same time,” he suggested as he put the money back in his briefcase.
“That’d be fine,” Karen purred, acting like nothing in the world could go wrong.
We returned to the main part of the club. Karen bid Joey farewell, and, after the obligatory air kiss, she turned to me and said, “Shall we?”
I nodded agreement. She took my arm, daring me to protest, asserting some small claim to my services for this evening.
“I can call a cab,” I said as we moved down the entryway.
“They don’t allow cabs here,” Karen retorted. Mere cabs.
Her car was waiting for us as if it had never been moved. Again the two doormen escorted us efficiently and unobtrusively to its doors.
“I’ll take you home,” Karen said as we left the wrought iron portals of the Sans Pareil.
“That’s not necessary.”
“No, it’s not.” But she didn’t stop, instead swiftly maneuvering through the sparse traffic, heading downtown.
I took my watch out of her glove compartment where she’d insisted I hide its less than fashionable face from the “right people.” A little past three in the morning. My legs were already aching from the idea of jogging tomorrow.
“Are you involved with someone?” Karen asked abruptly.
I wondered what she’d do if I asked her to drop me off at Cordelia’s. But I hadn’t brought her extra set of keys and I knew she would be asleep by this hour.
“Yes. I would have turned you down anyway.”
“No doubt,” Karen replied. “Is she…attractive?”
“Very.”
Karen didn’t seem to need any directions to my apartment, so I didn’t give her any.
“Of course. And a kind, generous, respectable sort, needless to say.”
“Yes, that, too.”
Karen stopped in front of my place.
“And good in bed, of course,” she said, not really seeking an answer.
“Very good.” I opened the door of her car. “Good night, Karen.”
“’Night, Micky,” Karen replied politely. Then she said, “Interested in next month?”
“For your meeting with Joey? Why? To watch him count out even more money? Will you get the negatives back next time?”
“I got everything this time. Joey said it was all a mistake.”
“A mistake? On his part or yours?” If Joey gave Karen the picture back, it meant that he didn’t need it anymore. Maybe he realized that Karen’s greed didn’t require that kind of coercion.
“Will you go with me? It’s another easy five grand.”
I was suddenly curious about something. “Karen, how much was your initial amount?”
“Fifty,” she answered casually.
“A month ago?”
She nodded. “Will you go with me? You’re very good at helping me avoid unwanted advances.”
“What? Imitation sex for you, too? You front for Colombé, I front for you? Nothing real. A rather sordid façade, don’t you think?”
Her jaw clenched for a moment, then she retorted, “I can get the real thing whenever I want it. For free.”
“Call me next month. I might be available. And stick to women over twenty-one.”
I got out of her car, turning my back as Karen squealed away in the night.
Nothing I could think of would earn that kind of money that quickly. I would have to find out what it was, I sighed as I climbed my stairs. Not just for my curiosity’s sake (and I was pretty curious), but because if it involved Karen, it might involve Cordelia.
I went to bed praying for rain.
Chapter 4
The sun was shining brightly when the phone rudely pulled me from my slumbers. “Yeah?” I rasped out, my throat still clogged from the late night and its smoky atmosphere.
“Good morning. How are you?” Cordelia replied cheerily. “Did I wake you?”
“What time is it?” I mumbled grouchily.
“Oops, guess I did. It’s ten-thirty.”
I grunted. As politely as I could, mind you. I hadn’t been in bed with the lights out until after four. And had lain awake until dawn’s early light wondering just what I’d gotten involved in and what I was going to do about it.
“I just wanted to arrange today,” Cordelia continued. “Why don’t you go back to bed? I’ll load my bike and come by and get you. Say around one-thirty?”
“Yeah, that’s fine,” I replied, not yet awake. I went back to bed, trying to take Cordelia’s advice. Then got up to set the alarm clock so I wouldn’t oversleep. I set the clock for noon, then lay back down. But didn’t fall asleep; instead I alternated between worrying about what Karen was up to and wondering what Torbin would say to Cordelia. And then worrying that she might find him too—well, you know, flamboyant. Somewhere in all this worry, I realized that if I did ever fall back asleep it would be so close to the time I had to get up as to be useless.
Conceding reality, I got up and took my shower, washing off all the “right” odors from last night. My drying off was rudely interrupted by my alarm clock going off. My progress to turn off my alarm clock was rudely interrupted by a cat who wanted to test the lengths to which I would go not to step on her and break her back. It was, I thought as I finally slapped off my alarm clock, shaping up to be a very rude day.
I got dressed, left, and walked purposefully to the Quarter to meet Cordelia at her place. If she picked me up, she wouldn’t be able to leave her bike unattended to come up and give me the hug and kiss I wanted. And deserved.
I scanned Ursulines for her car, but didn’t see it, then rang her buzzer in case she had ended up in the parking garage. However, it appeared that the most likely possibility, her not being here yet, was the case.
Saturday afternoon in the Quarter is prime tourist time. I loitered at Cordelia’s doorstep trying to look like I wasn’t some miscreant, but merely a pinko communist queer. You could have brought her keys and spared yourself this, I thought, as the third hetero couple in a row walked by me, kissing and cooing, flaunting their sexuality.
I wondered why I hadn’t. I was harried and in a hurry, I told myself. And I couldn’t just arbitrarily change plans and surprise her on her living room couch, I rationalized.
It took me a couple of seconds to realize that the car that had just pulled up in front of me was hers. I wasn’t used to her in her new burgundy car. Cordelia is tall, a little taller than me. She is also three years older. She still retains some of that awkwardness that women who are too tall, too big sometimes have. Her eyes were a deep blue, at times shading into blue-gray, always clear and purposeful. Her hair was a rich auburn; at a distance it could look almost black. She kept it in a practical short cut, as if saying she knew she couldn’t be beautiful, but she could be smart and hardworking. At times I tried to tell her how strikingly handsome I found her, but she usually laughed it off with a comment about how lovers are supposed to feel that way.
“Hi,” Cordelia said as she got out. “This is a surprise.”
“I couldn’t get back to sleep. I thought I’d help you load your bike.”
“Sorry. I’m glad to see you, though.” She smiled at me, then turned and opened the gate into the courtyard. I followed her, glad to be away from the prying eyes of the tourists. There are some things you can’t hide. Like the happy way I had to be smiling back at her. Okay, also lust.
She led the way up the stairs. Nice ass, I thought for the umpteenth time as I followed it closely. Cordelia lived in one of the old Quarter buildings, with a courtyard hidden behind wrought iron gates. An inner balcony circled it, leading to the apartments. Hers was a comfortable two-bedroom on the second floor, overlooking the street.
“You’re quiet,” she said as she opened the door.
“Thinking.”
“About?”
“Your ass,” I answered as I shut the door, making it safe to voice my preoccupation.
“And here I thought it was something profound,” she said with a self-deprecating laugh.
“Ms. James, how can you doubt the profanity of my thoughts?” I asked.
“Very easily,” she replied as she started taking off her clothes. “Where is my helmet?” she asked distractedly. “Could you look in the other room?”
“Not until you at least kiss me hello,” I insisted. Then immediately wondered at my presumption. What if she said, “Not now,” or any of the other minor rejections?
She looked at me for a moment as if deciding between me and finding her helmet, then reached out and grabbed my wrists, pulling me to her. “I’ll kiss you all right.” She did.
“What time are we meeting…whoever it is we’re meeting?” I asked a few minutes later.
“There’s not time,” Cordelia replied, answering the question I had really asked. “I’d be late. Or not even show up, but Joanne and I are planning Alex’s birthday party while Danny and Elly keep her busy.” Alex was Joanne’s lover.
“Damn,” I muttered. “There’s a marvelous new invention. It’s called a telephone.”
Cordelia laughed, gave me one more quick kiss and pulled away. “Come on. Help me find my helmet. Yes, I know about phones, but Joanne and I are both too caught up at work to do any serious planning. And I can’t call her at home, not with Alex there.” Joanne Ranson was a detective sergeant in the NOPD and usually very busy at work.
“I guess,” I answered, feeling less like jogging then ever. (Particularly my thighs.)
“But,” Cordelia said, as she threw on a T-shirt suitable for biking, “tonight, when we’re alone, I am going to…”
The phone rang. So much for marvelous. Cordelia answered it. “Hello?…Oh, hi, how are you?…She’s here…Emma says hello,” Cordelia said to me. Then a series of uh-huhs, as Emma explained whatever it was she was calling about. “Tonight?…You really think I should?…Okay…” I made a face. Cordelia gave a helpless shrug. “Micky’ll be devastated—”
“I will not,” I interjected. Just highly disappointed. I went to find Cordelia’s helmet while she finished up.
“Sorry,” Cordelia said as she joined me. “I hate to do this to you but…Emma thinks—and I agree—that the more endowed the clinic is at this point the better. With the new building on the drawing board and…” Emma Auerbach was the chair of the clinic’s board of directors and one of its chief supporters.
“You don’t need to explain to me.” I waved her off. “Remember, I’ve been hearing your plans and hopes for a while now.”
“Anyway,” she continued, “Emma has some moneyed types who are interested and probably good for a couple hundred thousand a piece—do I sound crass?—and she wants me to meet them.”
“Lucky you,” I said, tossing her her helmet. She threw it back at me to look for her shorts.
“I don’t like the political stuff. I don’t…I’m not very good at it. Emma helps a lot, she has such social grace.” Cordelia found her shorts and put them on. “I hope you know I’d really rather be here with you. And…”
“Cordelia, if you spend all afternoon apologizing, you’ll never get Alex’s party planned. And that’ll only make you feel worse,” I cut in.
“You’re right,” she said with a rueful half-smile. “I just wish…I could do the right thing for everyone. Oh, boy, we’re late, aren’t we,” she finished with a hurried look at her watch.