Indihar glowered at me. “We lost about an hour’s tips already,” she said.
“You gonna run this club or not, Marid?” said Pualani. “I can go work by Jo-Mama’s real easy.”
“Frenchy’d take me back in a Marrakesh minute,” said Yasmin. Her expression was cold and distant. Riding around in copcars wasn’t improving my status with her at all.
“Don’t worry,” I said, “I just had a lot on my mind this morning. Indihar, could I hire you to manage the place for me? You know more about running the club than I do.”
She stared at me for a few seconds. “Only if you give me a regular schedule,” she said. “I don’t want to have to come in early after staying late on night shift. Chiri made us do that all the time.”
“All right, fine. You got any other ideas, let me know.”
“You’re gonna have to pay me what other managers make too. And I’m only gonna get up and dance if I feel like it.”
I frowned, but she had me in a corner. “That’s okay too. Now, who do you suggest to manage at night?”
Indihar shrugged. “I don’t trust none of those sluts. Talk to Chiri. Hire her back.”
“Hire Chiri? To work in her own club?”
“It’s not her own club anymore,” Yasmin pointed out.
“Yeah, right,” I said. “You think she’d do it?”
Indihar laughed. “She’ll make you pay her three times what any other manager on the Street gets. She’ll give you hell about it too, and she’ll steal you blind out of the register if you give her half a chance. But she’ll still be worth it. Nobody can make money like Chiri. Without her, you’ll be renting this property to some rug merchant inside of six months.”
“You hurt her feelings real bad, Marid,” said Pualani.
“I know, but it wasn’t my fault. Friedlander Bey organized the whole thing without talking to me about it first. He just dropped the club on me as a surprise.”
“Chiri doesn’t know that,” said Yasmin.
I heard a car door slam behind me. I turned and saw Shaknahyi walking toward me, a big grin on his face. All I needed now was to have him join in. He was really enjoying this.
Indihar and the others hated my guts for turning cop, and the cops felt the same way because to them I was still a hustler. The Arabs say, “You take off your clothes, you get cold.” That’s advice against cutting yourself off from your support group. It doesn’t offer any help if your friends show up in a mob and strip you naked against your will.
Shaknahyi didn’t say a word to me. He went up to Indihar, bent, and whispered something in her ear. Well, a lot of the girls on the Street have this fascination with cops. I never understood it, myself. And some of the cops don’t mind taking advantage of the situation. It just surprised me to find out that Indihar was one of those girls, and that Shaknahyi was one of those cops.
It didn’t occur to me to add this to the list of recent unnatural coincidences: My new partner just happened to have a thing going with the new manager of the club Friedlander Bey had just given me.
“Got everything settled here, Audran?” Shaknahyi asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “I got to talk to Chiriga sometime today.”
“Indihar’s right,” said Yasmin. “Chili’s gonna give you a hard time.”
I nodded. “She’s entitled, I guess, but I’m still not looking forward to it.”
“Let’s mount up,” said Shaknahyi.
“If I got time later,” I said, “I’ll drop in and see how y’all are doing.”
“We’ll be fine,” said Pualani. “We know how to do our jobs. You just watch your ass around Chiri.”
“Protect your middle,” said Indihar. “If you know what I mean.”
I waved and headed back to the patrol car. Shaknahyi gave Indihar a little kiss on the cheek, then followed me. He got behind the wheel. “Ready to work now?” he asked. We were still sitting at the curb.
“How long you known Indihar? I never seen you come into Chiri’s club.”
He gave me this wide-eyed innocent look. “I been knowing her for a long time,” he said.
“Right,” I said. I just left it there. It didn’t sound like he wanted to talk about her.
A shrill alarm went off, and the synthesized voice of the patrol car’s comp deck crackled. “Badge number 374, respond immediately to bomb threat and hostage situation, Cafe de la Fee Blanche, Ninth Street North.”
“Gargotier’s place,” said Shaknahyi. “We’ll take care of it.” The comp deck fell silent.
And Hajjar had promised me I wouldn’t have to worry about anything like this. “Bismillah ar-Rahman ar-Raheem, “I murmured. In the name of Allah, the Compassionate, the Merciful.
This time as we rode up the Street, Shaknahyi let the siren scream.
There was a crowd gathered outside the low railing of the Cafe de la Fee Blanche’s patio. An old man sat at one of the white-painted iron tables, drinking something from a plastic tumbler. He seemed oblivious to the crisis that was occurring inside the bar. “Get him out of here,” Shaknahyi growled at me. “Get these other people out of here too. I don’t know what’s happening in there, but we got to treat it like the guy has a real bomb. And when you got everybody moved back, go sit in the car.”
“But—”
“I don’t want to have to worry about you too.” He ran around the corner of the cafe to the north, heading for the cafe’s rear entrance.
I hesitated. I knew backup units would be getting here soon, and I decided to let them handle the crowd control. At the moment, there were more important things to worry about. I still had Complete Guardian, and I tore open the shrink-wrap with my teeth. Then I chipped the moddy in.
Audran was sitting at a table in the dimly lighted San Saberio salon in Florence, listening to a group of musicians playing a demure Schubert quartet. Across from him sat a beautiful blond woman named Costanzia. She raised a cup to her lips, and her china-blue eyes looked at him over the rim. She was wearing a subtle, fascinating fragrance that made Audran think of romantic evenings and soft-spoken promises.
“This must be the best coffee in Tuscany,” she murmured. Her voice was sweet and gentle. She gave him a warm smile.
“We didn’t come here to drink coffee, my darling,” he said. “We came here to see the season’s new styles.”
She waved a hand. “There is time enough for that. For now, let’s just relax.”
Audran smiled fondly at her and picked up his delicate cup. The coffee was the beautiful color of polished mahogany, and the wisps of steam that rose from it carried a heavenly, enticing aroma. The first taste overwhelmed Audran with its richness. As the coffee, hot and wonderfully delicious, went down his throat, he realized that Costanzia had been perfectly correct. He had never before been so satisfied by a cup of coffee.
“I’ll always remember this coffee,” he said.
“Let’s come back here again next year, darling, “said Costanzia.
Audran laughed indulgently. “For San Saberio’s new fashions?”
Costanzia lifted her cup and smiled. “For the coffee,” she said.
After the advertisement, there was a blackout during which Audran couldn’t see a thing. He wondered briefly who Costanzia was, but he put her out of his mind. Just as he began to panic, his vision cleared. He felt a ripple of dizziness, and then it was as if he’d awakened from a dream. He was rational and cool and he had a job to do. He had become the Complete Guardian.
He couldn’t see or hear anything that was happening inside. He assumed that Shaknahyi was making his way quietly through the cafe’s back room. It was up to Audran to give his partner as much support as possible. He jumped the iron railing into the patio.