Hard Candy - Andrew Vachss [72]
He bowed again. Just a slight movement of his head.
"So this individual, he goes outside the law. To a professional. Somebody wants you. And by now you know it isn't me.
"You came for Elvira."
"And I returned her."
"She told you some things…"
"And I brought her back to you. I'm not the man who's looking for you."
"No? Then what are you?"
"I'm the man you're looking for."
"How so?"
"Every profession has competition. You have your work, I have mine. I wouldn't know your competitors, you wouldn't know mine. You thought I was here for a particular reason. You were wrong. But someone is out there. For you. Someone I can deal with."
He made a slight "keep talking" move with one hand.
"I have two professions," I told him. "One of them is finding people. I can find this person."
"And then?"
"My other profession."
"And what of my profession?"
"That's your business. It seems you could use a man like me."
"I have people."
"You have children."
His eyes locked in. "My children."
"Children deserve protection."
"Yes. I must do what is best for my children. Anything else would be immoral."
"Morality can be costly."
"Whatever…"
"Very costly."
"Yes?"
"Fifty thousand."
"All right." Unfazed. "I assume you want some sort of…preliminary payment."
"It's not necessary.
"I'm not familiar with these things. I just thought…"
"I know where to find you. After it's done."
"How would I know?"
"I'll bring the proof. If you're not satisfied, there's no charge." He stroked his face, pretending to think about it.
"It's for the children," I said.
"Yes. I have no choice. My obligations. You won't mind if I check…?"
I nodded, knowing what he meant. It didn't matter. Wesley had his work and I had mine. And I was back to it. The day I couldn't scam dirtbags, I'd go straight.
I didn't see the signal. Reba came into the room. A white silk robe with a hood, white sash around her waist. Nothing else. She sat next to me on my left, hooking one thigh over my legs, pulling the robe around her shoulder like she was cold. Her hand found my heart.
Train gazed at the ceiling. His voice went thin, dry–washing his hands.
"Is someone looking for me?"
"Yes."
"To hurt me?"
"Yes."
"You know who it is?"
"Yes."
"You could stop him?"
"Yes."
"Could I stop him?"
"No."
"Would he take money?"
"No."
Reba's hand shifted, shielded by the robe. Fingers trailed across my cock. She wiggled her butt like she was trying to get comfortable. I couldn't see her face.
"Are you the man who is looking for me?"
"No."
"Do you believe Elvira is safe here?"
"Yes."
Reba's hand cupped my balls. A gentle squeeze. Her thumb stroked my cock. It stirred. Stiffened.
"Are you working for Elvira's mother?"
"No."
"Did you ever?"
"When I brought the girl back to her."
"The man who's looking for me…is he for hire?"
"Yes."
Reba ran two knuckles of her hand up and down the shaft of my cock. Found the tip with her fingers. Squeezed. It was a piece of steel, threatening the zipper.
"But not by me?"
"Not now."
"Because he's already taken someone else's money?"
"Yes."
"Do you know whose money?"
"No."
"How would he come for me?"
"By fire."
He nodded. Reba slid off me, gathering her robe, whispering, "It's all the truth." I crossed my legs as I reached into my coat for a smoke. Lit it, waiting. Reba padded out of the room.
"You'll tell me when it's done?" he asked.
"I'll show you."
Max was outside, standing alone.
121
ALONE IN my office, I stroked Pansy's soft fur the way the New Age lunatics rub crystals. Getting apart from myself, wrapping what was left in my own fear. Letting the core speak to me.
Being the answer.
"Nobody knows where Wesley's going, but everybody knows where he's been," the Prof said.
I lit a smoke, replaying every square inch of the chameleon's