Sam was still looking at the bird. "It sends simultaneously to the home offices of all the companies we represent."
Coyote pushed the button. "Like smoke signals."
"What?" Sam dropped his fist, ran to the fax machine, and hit the cancel button a second too late. The display showed the transmission had gone out. Sam pulled the paper from the machine and stared at it in disbelief. Coyote had obviously lain on the copy machine to get the image.
"You faxed your penis? That machine prints my name at the top of each transmission."
"The girls in the home office will think highly of you, then. Of course, they will be disappointed if they ever see you naked."
The raven squawked and Gabriella appeared at the open door. "Mr. Hunter, a gentleman is here to see you from the police department."
Coyote held the Xerox up to Gabriella. "A picture of your friend," he offered.
A sharp-featured Hispanic man in a tweed sport jacket pushed his way past Gabriella into the office. "Mr. Hunter, I'm Detective Alphonse Rivera, Santa Barbara PD, narcotics division. I'd like to ask you a few questions." He held out a business card embossed with a gold shield, but did not offer to shake hands.
"Narcotics?" Sam looked to Coyote, thinking he would have disappeared, but the trickster had stood his ground by the fax machine. On the hat rack, the raven cawed.
"Nice bird," Rivera said. "I understand they can be trained to talk." Rivera walked to the bird and studied it.
"Pig," the raven said.
"He's not mine," Sam said quickly. "He belongs to-" Sam looked around and Gabriella was gone from the doorway. "He belongs to this gentleman." Sam pointed to Coyote.
"And you are?" Rivera eyed Coyote suspiciously.
"Coyote."
Rivera raised an eyebrow and took a notebook from his inside jacket pocket. "Mr. Hunter, I have a few questions about what went on at Motion Marine a couple of days ago. Would you prefer to talk in private?"
"Yes." Sam looked at Coyote. "Go away. Take the bird with you."
"Nazi scum," the raven cawed.
"I'll stay," Coyote said.
Sam was on the verge of screaming. Sweat was beading on his forehead. He composed himself and turned to Rivera. "We can talk in front of Mr. Coyote."
"Just a few questions," Rivera said. "You had an appointment with James Cable at ten. Is that correct?"
"I was there for about an hour."
"I was there too," Coyote said.
Rivera turned his attention to the trickster. "Why were you there, Mr. Coyote?"
"I was raising funds for NARC."
"Narc!" the raven said.
"Narc?"
"Native American Reform Coalition."
Rivera scribbled on a pad.
Sam said, "I don't understand. What does this have to do with narcotics?"
"We think someone put hallucinogens in the coffee over at Motion Marine. Two days ago James Cable claims he was attacked by someone fitting Mr. Coyote's description. He had a heart attack."
"I just asked him if his company would make a donation," Coyote said. "He said no and I went away." He had taken the Xerox of his penis from the desk and fitted it back into the fax machine. He searched the buttons. "'Insurance commissioner, " he read as he pushed the button.
"No!" Sam dove over the desk for the cancel button. Too late. He turned to Rivera. "That document wasn't signed." He grinned and tried to move the conversation away from his panic. "You know, I was thinking — we've got an Indian, a policeman, and an insurance broker. We're only a construction worker away from the Village People."
Rivera ignored the comment. "Did you have any coffee while you were at Motion Marine, Mr. Hunter?"
"Coffee? No."
"And you didn't drink from the watercooler?"
"No. I don't understand."
"Today, three people at Motion Marine, including Frank Cochran, claim that they saw a polar bear in the offices."
Sam looked at Coyote. "A polar bear?"
"We think that someone slipped them some LSD. We're testing the water and the coffee now. We just wanted to talk to anyone who has been in the building in the last two days. You didn't see anyone strange hanging around while you were in the building?"
"I only saw Cable's secretary and Cable," Sam said.
Rivera flipped the notebook closed. "Well, thanks for your time. If you have any strange reactions or see anything strange, could you give me a call?" Rivera handed a card to Coyote. "And you too, if you would."
"Cabron," the raven said.
"He speaks Spanish, too," Rivera said. "Amazing." The detective left the office.
"'Santa Barbara News-Press advertising, " Coyote read as he pushed the button. The fax machine whirred.
Sam started to go for the machine, then stopped and sat down in his chair. He sat for a minute rubbing his temples. "If that cop runs a background check on me, I'm going to jail. You know that, don't you?"
"You wanted your old life back."
"But a fucking polar bear?"
"Well, you have your old life back, whether you want it or not."
"I was wrong." It felt good saying it, the honesty in it. He wanted a new life. "I just want you to go away."
"I'm gone," Coyote said. "The girl is gone too."
"What does that mean?"
The feathers on Coyote's shirt turned black and his fingers changed to flight feathers. In an instant Coyote was a raven. He flew out the office door followed by the raven from the hat rack.
CHAPTER 21
All Happy Families
Santa Barbara
Calliope stood in the driveway, holding Grubb, waiting for Lonnie to return. Nina had been right: she wasn't very good at worrying, but she was giving it a good effort. She was sure that Lonnie wouldn't hurt her or Grubb, but then again, Lonnie had never acted the way he had the night before. She wished that she could have asked Sam to stay with her and help her with a decision, but it would have been too much to ask so soon. She wished, too, that there were phones at the ashram and that she could call her mother for advice. And she couldn't just jump in the car and drive to see her mother as she always had before. She had her job, her house, and there was Sam now.
She was trying to push the dark specter of the unknown to the back of her mind when she heard the Harley approaching. She looked up to see Lonnie rounding the corner a block away, his new girlfriend clinging to him like a leech. Lonnie pulled into the driveway next to her and killed the engine.
"I'm late for work," Calliope said, wiping a trail of drool from Grubb's face with her finger.
The woman behind Lonnie glared at her and Calliope nodded to her and said, "Hi."
Lonnie reached for Grubb without getting off the bike. Calliope hugged Grubb close. She said, "I don't want him riding on the bike with you."
Lonnie laughed. "The way you drive? He's a hell of a lot safer on the bike."
"Please, Lonnie."
The woman reached out and took Grubb from Calliope. The baby began to cry. "He'll be fine," Cheryl hissed.
"Why can't you just stay at home with him?" Calliope asked.
"Places to go, people to meet," Lonnie said.
"I could get Yiffer to watch him." Calliope felt her breath coming hard. She didn't like the look of this hard woman holding her Grubb.
Lonnie said, "You tell Yiffer to watch his ass or I'll shoot it off."
"Lonnie, I have to go. Can't you just stay here? I'm only working the lunch shift today."
Lonnie grinned. "Aren't you going to stop by the hospital on your way home?"
"Hospital? No. Why?"
Lonnie fired up the Harley. "No reason." He laughed and coaxed the big bike around in the driveway.
As he gunned the engine and pulled into the street Cheryl shouted, "Don't worry, bitch, we'll put a dollar on black for you."