“I’m a doctor,” Gray Beard had said, “so I won’t be killing anybody, right? I stick to the Hippocratic.”
“Yeah,” David said. They were inside his RV, and Gray Beard’s partner, whom David had learned was named Marvin, was in the back bedroom smoking a blunt and watching a kung fu movie. “I see that.”
“What kind of equipment are we talking about?”
“Whatever you need,” David said. “You’ll only be burdened by how long you want to take raiding the joint. I assume it’s not against your Hippocratic to do some robbery?”
Gray Beard nodded toward the bedroom. “Marvin isn’t a doctor, so we’re good.”
“That’s a relief,” David said.
“What about the drugs?”
“You’ll have the run of the office,” David said. “Take the photocopier and fax machine if you want, doesn’t matter to me.”
Gray Beard considered this for a moment. “Could be I bring another associate on this, that bother you?”
“Yes,” David said. “That bothers me.”
“Guess I’ll just be selective,” Gray Beard said. He extended his hand, and the two shook on it. David didn’t mention that they’d need to move a body, too, but he had a pretty good idea this was the sort of thing Bennie had used Gray Beard for in the past, in addition to his medical needs. Knowing a guy with an RV is useful in a number of ways.
At any rate, even though Bennie trusted Gray Beard, it didn’t mean Gray Beard wouldn’t suddenly get some sense of morality and roll on David, so he did the extra diligence of casing the park a bit.
David came around the corner and saw Gray Beard and Marvin sitting outside, a portable TV on a chaise lounge in front of them, the sound off, a cooler of beer at Gray Beard’s feet.
“Didn’t think you were going to make it,” Gray Beard said when David walked up.
“Got a little hung up,” David said.
“Saw you moseying around the park earlier,” Gray Beard said.
“Had to make sure I wasn’t walking into an ambush,” David said. “No offense.”
Gray Beard frowned. “You ever hear of ‘First, do no harm’?”
David reached into his pocket and took out Dr. Kirsch’s keys and handed them to Gray Beard, along with a slip of paper with the address of the office. “These will get you a car and an entire medical office,” David said.
“I don’t have any need for a car.”
“It’s a Jaguar,” David said.
Gray Beard looked over at Marvin. He gave the tiniest shrug of acquiescence. “I guess we could sell it,” Gray Beard said. “What do you want in return?”
“There’s a body inside the office,” David said. “I’m going to need you to clean it up and deliver it here.”
David gave Gray Beard a business card for the funeral home. Gray Beard looked at it once and then handed it back to David. “I know the place,” Gray Beard said. “What do you want done with the body?”
“It doesn’t have much of a head anymore. I’d like it not to have any head whatsoever. Or hands or feet.”
Grey Beard again looked over at Marvin, who again shrugged. “What else?”
“Soon as possible, get it on ice,” David said, “and don’t fuck with the organs.”
“We don’t get down like that,” Gray Beard said. “You want something done, we do it. Otherwise, we keep it professional. Rubber gloves, scrub for foreign bodies, black light for fluids, whatever you want. What else?”
Good. Finally, someone who took pride in his work.
“Don’t clean up the mess I made,” David said. “I want the cops to know there was a body there. Make it look like a robbery. Break some needless shit. That sort of thing.”
“Easy enough,” Gray Beard said.
“Best case, how much profit do you stand to make?” David asked.
“Depends what we come upon in the office,” Gray Beard said. “Plus what we can get for the ride. Why don’t we cut a fair percentage.”
“I think you’ll find it lucrative,” David said. “So once you see what you have, make me an offer. Bennie trusts you, I trust you.”
“You shouldn’t,” Gray Beard said, but they shook on it anyway.
“Maybe you’ll be able to expand your business,” David said, “get an RV in Reno, too.”
“Reno isn’t my style.”
“Maybe take your show on the road, then,” David said carefully.
“I could go on a vacation.”
“Good,” David said. “You handle this cleanly, you make me a reasonable offer for your takeaway, and then maybe I’ll periodically have an errand for you to run.”
“I like to help people,” Gray Beard said, “but I got limits, you understand.”
“Good,” David said again. “I like to help people, too.”
David looked at his watch. It was almost nine. “I need you to get that body to the funeral home by one a.m. You got a problem with that?” David looked at Gray Beard’s partner, now that he’d figured out the power structure for this side of the job.
“Naw,” Marvin said. “No hands. No feet. No head. No problem.” He reached into the cooler and pulled out another beer, twisted off the top, took a long sip, and leaned back in his chair.
David started to walk away then, figuring the deal was sealed, but Gray Beard called after him. “You want me to take a look at your mouth?” he asked.
“Why?” David said.
“I ask because your bite is off,” he said. “I can see it from here. You having any jaw pain?”
In fact, like he’d told Dr. Kirsch, he was. David just figured it was one of those things. You get your entire face rebuilt, you’ll have some lasting soreness. “Little bit,” David said.
“Hold on,” Gray Beard said. He got up from his chair and went into the RV, leaving David outside with his partner. That’s how David thought of him, anyway. He didn’t see an extra bedroom in the RV, so maybe they were a couple. David couldn’t figure out a good reason for them to be hanging out with each other otherwise. Though when David had his wires snipped, Marvin did assist with the procedure, gave him water to swish with, stuffed some cotton against his gums when the bleeding got bad, that sort of thing. So maybe like Gray Beard was a defrocked doctor, Marvin was an ex-EMT.
Gray Beard reappeared with a handful of papers. “These are some exercises you can do,” he said. “You probably have a case of TMJ.”
“TMJ?”
“Temporomandibular joint disorder,” Gray Beard said. When David didn’t respond, he added, “Your jaw is out of whack. Those exercises will help.”
David examined the pages. The exercises seemed simple enough — put your tongue on the roof of your mouth while opening and closing your jaw — and David felt relief of a small, nagging problem was within reach. “Anything else?” David asked.
“Try to avoid clenching your teeth during stress,” Gray Beard said. He sat back down next to Marvin and cracked open a beer for himself, swallowed most of it down in three gulps. “Maybe try to avoid stress, too.”
“That’s what I’m doing today,” David said. “Taking care of some stress.”
“No hands, no feet, no head, no stress,” Marvin said. He held his bottle up, and he and Gray Beard toasted.
“One a.m.,” David said. “Don’t be late.”
“I’m never late,” Grey Beard said. “If you’re not punctual in this business, someone can die, right?”
As David walked back across the park, he considered the fact that he might have to eventually kill both Gray Beard and Marvin, though that point seemed a long time away, and something about them seemed more trustworthy than they probably were. Maybe it was just Gray Beard telling David he shouldn’t trust him. It was the kind of honesty David liked, because it admitted probable fallibility, though David was certain Gray Beard knew that fucking up was not really an option here, or ever, as it related to his work. If the next twenty-four hours turned out for the best, maybe David would see Gray Beard and Marvin only once or twice more; that would be okay, too.