Hit Man - Lawrence Block [39]
Keller felt wonderful. A wave of contentment passed through him, and he got down on his knees to play with his dog.
* * *
“I’m sorry you had to come home to an empty house,” Andria said. “If we’d known you were coming—”
“That’s all right.”
“Well, I’d better be going. You must be exhausted, you’ll want to get to bed.”
“Not for a few hours,” he said, “but I’ll want a shower. There’s something about spending a whole day in airports and on planes—”
“I know what you mean,” she said. “Well, Nelson, what’s today? Tuesday? I guess I won’t be seeing you until Friday.” She petted the dog, then looked across at Keller. “You still want me to give him his regular walk on Friday, don’t you?”
“Definitely.”
“Good, because I’ll be looking forward to it. He’s my favorite client.” She gave the dog another pat. “And thanks for paying me, and for the bonus. It’s great of you. I mean, if I wind up having to get a hotel room, I can afford it.”
“A hotel room?”
She lowered her eyes. “I wasn’t going to mention this,” she said, “but it’d give me a bad conscience not to. I don’t know how you’re going to feel about this, but I’ll just go ahead and blurt it out, okay?”
“Okay.”
“I’ve sort of been staying here,” she said.
“You’ve sort of. . . ”
“Sort of been living here. See, the place I was staying, it didn’t work out, and there’s one or two people I could call, but I thought, well, Nelson and I get along so good, and I could really spend lots of time with him if I just, like—”
“Stayed here.”
“Right,” she said. “So that’s what I did. I didn’t sleep in your bed, Mr. Keller—”
“Why not?”
“Well, I figured you might not like that. And the couch is comfortable, it really is.”
She’d tried to keep her impact on his apartment minimal, she told him, stripping her bedding from the couch each morning and stowing it in the closet. And it wasn’t as though she were hanging out there all the time, because when she wasn’t walking Nelson she had other clients to attend to.
“Dogs to walk,” he said. “Plants to water.”
“And cats and fish to feed, and birds. There’s this couple on Sixty-fifth Street with seventeen birds, and there’s something about birds in cages. I get this urge to open the cages and open the windows and let them all fly away. But I wouldn’t, partly because it would make the people really crazy, and partly because it would be terrible for the birds. I don’t think they’d last long out there.”
“Not in this town,” Keller said.
“Just the other day one of them got out of his cage,” she said, “and I just about lost it. The windows were closed so he wasn’t going anywhere, but he was swooping and diving and I couldn’t think how to get him back in his cage.”
“What did you do?”
“What I did,” she said, “is I centered all my energy in my heart chakra, and I sent this great burst of calming heart energy to the bird, and he calmed right down. Then I just held the cage door open and he flew back in.”
“No kidding?”
She nodded. “I should have thought of it right away,” she said, “but when you panic you tend to overlook the obvious.”
“That’s the truth,” he said. “Let me ask you something. Do you have a place to stay tonight?”
“Well, not yet.”
“Not yet?”
“Well, I didn’t know you were coming home tonight. But I know some people I can call, and—”
“You’re welcome to stay here,” he said.
“Oh, I couldn’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“Well, you’re home. It wasn’t really right for me to stay here when you were out of town—”
“It was fine. It meant more company for the dog.”
“Anyway, you’re home now. The last thing you need is a houseguest.”
“One night won’t hurt.”
“Well,” she said, “it is a little late to start looking for a place to stay.”
“You’ll stay here.”
“But just for the one night.”
“Right.”
“I appreciate this,” she said. “I really do.”
Keller, freshly showered, stood at the sink and contemplated shaving. But whoever heard of shaving before