“ It looks like something Darth Vader might drive.” Izzy said as Lila swung the Jag into a quick left.
“ It’s a Dodge Charger. It’s the other car the cops drive.”
“ Other car?”
“ Yeah, most of them either use Ford Crown Vics or Dodge Chargers.” She pulled into the car lot. “There’s sunglasses in the glove box. Not much of a disguise, but better than nothing.”
Izzy popped the glove box, pulled out the glasses, put them on as Lila got out of the car.
“ Hello, ladies.” The voice came from a big man, sporting a Yankee’s baseball hat and a Yellow Hawaiian shirt that was bright as summer on this bleak winter day. “Tommy John at your service.”
“ What’s a car like that doing on a lot like this?” Lila pointed at the Charger.
“ There you go, right off the bat, disrespecting my place of business.”
“ It’s a valid question,” Lila said. The car lot seemed to be one of those places that sold repos and the kind of cars dealers took in trade that weren’t up to the quality one would expect of a new car dealership.
“ What, I can’t have a new car on my lot?”
“ It’s not new,” Lila said.
“ Almost.” Tommy John smiled. “It belongs to my son. He bought it six months ago. Now his soon to be bride is pregnant with twins, so they want something more practical.”
“ Fifteen thousand cash, if you can have us on the road in less than ten minutes.”
“ There’s rules.”
“ Seventeen.”
“ Paperwork.”
“ Twenty and I drive the car out of here. You pay off your son’s loan and keep the difference. I get clear title, because you gave it to me. No record of the money.”
“ And I explain how I got the cash to pay off the loan, how?”
“ Twenty-five and I don’t care.”
“ Thirty.”
“ Done,” Lila said.
“ Then we better hurry,” Tommy John said, “because we’ve already wasted half a minute negotiating.”
“ You can drive a stick?” Lila said to Izzy.
“ Who do you think you’re talking to?” Izzy said. “I learned to drive in my dad’s ’54 Chevy. Do you think it had an automatic?”
“ Oh, yeah,” Lila said. “I wasn’t thinking.” She smiled. “I’ll drive the Charger, you can follow. We’ll be right back.” She turned back toward Tommy John. “I just used up another half minute, so now we really gotta hurry.”
“ Follow me to my office,” Tommy John said and in less than ten minutes they were back. Tommy John opened the driver’s door for Lila, who tossed some papers into the back as she got in the car.
“ It was a pleasure doing business with you Mr. John,” Lila said.
“ Come back any time,” Tommy John said as Lila started the car.
Izzy followed Lila to the hotel, where she parked four spaces away from Lila. She got out of Lila’s Jag with a smile on her face. It was a fun car to drive.
“ Hold it right there, Dr. Eisenhower.” The voice was male, authoritative. A policeman. “Turn around slowly and keep your hands where I can see them.”
Izzy turned, saw a handsome man in a grey sport coat that looked like it had been slept in. For slacks, he wore faded Levi’s. His shirt was white and his tie was loosened at the collar. All this Izzy took in in a heartbeat. She also took in the revolver in his right hand. He was the policeman they’d faced down back at the Fred Meyer store.
“ No, you hold it.” Lila, still wearing her duster, came up behind the rumbled looking plain clothes policeman and from the look in the man’s eyes, Izzy guessed she had a gun at his back.
“ I saw you in the Suburban with the feds,” Lila said as she went to the Jag and got her bag. “You’re not one of them, so who are you?”
“ I thought you didn’t know cars,” the man said.
“ I lied. Again, who are you? And please don’t try my patience and don’t lie, I’ll know if you’re lying.”
“ Detective Bob Mouledoux, Reno PD.”
“ Any you’re here, why?”
“ Specifically, I’m here to change and get a quick shower.” He holstered his weapon. “I’m in Medford because of the youthful Dr. Eisenhower. And, of course, because of the trail of dead bodies she’s been leaving behind.”
“ Dr. Eisenhower,” Lila said, “we need to get out of this parking lot.”
Izzy took the short walk to the back door of the hotel, slid her key card through the device on the door, opened it and Lila led the policeman into the hall. She followed, closing the door after herself.
“ Your room?” Lila said to Mouledoux.
“ One twelve.”
“ Close, that’s convenient,” Lila said. “Let’s go.”
Mouledoux went to his room, slid his card key through the slot. Lila and Izzy followed him in.
“ Now what?” he said as Lila closed the door after him. “And what’s that?” he said, looking at the strange gun in Lila’s left hand.
“ This’ll put you out for a few hours.”
“ I thought you’d just shoot me and be done with it.”
“ I could do that, but if you give me your word you’ll forget about us, pack up and go home when you come to, then I’ll trank you and in a few hours you’ll have your life back. Besides, why should I kill you, if I don’t have to?”
“ Didn’t seem to bother you, killing those feds.”
“ No it didn’t, but then I didn’t have much choice, did I?”
“ You could’ve surrendered.”
“ Man had a gun and he was coming at me.”
“ He was doing his job.”
“ Yeah, well he wasn’t doing it very well.” Lila smiled. “Know this Bob Mouledoux, a few days ago, I’d’ve shot you dead and not cared a wit. But for reasons I don’t understand, I’m going through some kind of change.”
“ I’m glad of that, I guess.”
“ So, give me your word you’re out if it and it’s the dart and not a bullet between the eyes.”
“ You have it. I’m done with this. You have my word on it.”
“ Okay, sit on the bed, better you wake up there, then the floor.”
“ Right.” He did as she said.
“ Please don’t make me regret not killing you.” She shot him in the thigh.
“ Ouch.”
“ You owe me,” she said.
“ I’ll try to remember that.” He grimaced, fell back onto the pillows.
“ I think that went well.” Lila said.
“ Maybe you’re not as bad as I thought,” Izzy said.
“ Maybe not,” Lila said. Then, “Let’s go get Black and the dog and blow this place.”
“ That’s got my vote.” Izzy went to the door, glad Lila was on her side. She slid the card key through the lock, pushed open the door and both women gasped.
On the bed, sitting up with a bewildered look on his face, was a much younger version of Black. He looked beautiful in a devastating sort of way. He was also swimming in his clothes, because he was about a foot and a half shorter. He was also several pounds lighter. He was lean and muscled like an athlete.
“ Holy shit!” Lila said.
“ Yeah, holy shit!” Izzy said.
“ So this isn’t a dream?” Black said.
“ No, it’s not a dream,” Lila said.
Hunter barked.
“ Hey, you’re supposed to be quiet,” Izzy said.
“ Wanna tell me what happened?” Most people would be in shock, but Black seemed to be taking in what had happened to him in stride.
“ You got shot in the back,” Lila said, “and were very close to dying until Dr. Eisenhower laid hands on you, well actually, she mingled your blood with hers and here you are less than an hour later, shorter, but alive and very much younger.”
“ Yeah, my skin’s lighter, too.” It was true, his black coffee skin had turned into a light cafe au lait brown. “I can live with all that, it’s this other thing that’s a worry.”
“ I can see that,” Izzy said.
“ Yeah, me, too,” Lila said.
“ You have blue eyes,” Lila said.
“ I haven’t seen a mirror yet,” Black said. “Been afraid to.”
“ I can understand that.” Izzy sat on the edge of the bed. Lila sat on the other bed.
Not only was he younger, shorter and more fair of complexion, he was female.