“I guess Mr. Muninn knows about the jailbreak,” I say.
“You do keep things interesting,” Candy says. “I never got the bum’s rush from a deity before.”
“How do you know?”
“Good point.”
“Where are we going to go?” says Kasabian.
“Where do you think?”
“Back to Max Overdrive? I can’t go back to that dump after tasting paradise. Besides, the upstairs is too small for three people. Hell, it was too small for two.”
“We’ll fix the place up. Did you really manage to scam two hundred grand of the vampire cash?”
Kasabian looks away, then back at me.
“I might have exaggerated a little. It’s more like fifty.”
“That’s enough to get started. Bag everything up and I’ll take it to Max through the Room. That way we won’t have to perp-walk through the lobby in front of everyone.”
“The first thing I want to spend some money on is a bigger refrigerator. I’m not letting all of this food go to waste.”
“Hell yeah.”
Candy tosses the note on the table and pours herself more wine.
“Damn, boys, you sound like my first girlfriend. She called herself white trash, but I didn’t really know what that meant until she moved out. Took all the canned food and toilet paper with her.”
“Take the toilet paper,” Kasabian says. “That’s a great idea.”
Everyone gets up, the good mood as dead as the lobster crumbs on my plate.
I start for the bedroom, when Kasabian says, “I was going to tell you tomorrow. I saw some other funny stuff when I was surveillance-droning in Hell.”
“Yeah? What?”
“That big-time priest down there, Merihim. You said he and the wild-thing nun, Deumos, were enemies.”
“And?”
“I saw them hanging around together. They didn’t look like enemies to me.”
That explains a lot.
“I was right when I said it. Now I’m wrong. No big deal.”
“Okay. I just thought you’d want to know.”
“Thanks.”
“Thanks.”
We both look at each other.
“That felt weird,” says Kasabian.
“It did. Let’s not do it again anytime soon.”
“Yeah. Let’s not.”
Candy is in the bedroom taking clothes out of the closet and piling them on the bed.
“Hold up for a minute.”
She turns and looks at me, upset but trying not to show it.
“Sit down,” I say.
She drops a couple of T-shirts and sits.
I go the living room closet and come back with a cardboard box about three feet long, like a tall, thin shoe box.
“Merry Christmas.”
“What happened to all that stuff about us making it to Christmas, so I had to wait?”
I put the box in her lap.
“It’s been a tough couple of days. I figure that we could all use a little something.”
“Yeah, I was kind of jealous when you bought Kasabian a dog and didn’t get me anything.”
“Open the box.”
She smiles and rips the tape along the sides.
“Hell yes,” she says, holding up the guitar.
“It’s a midseventies Fender Duo-Sonic. The guy said it’s a piece of shit, but it’s just like Patti Smith’s first electric guitar.”
She balances it on her knees and hits a chord. It’s horrible.
“I think you have to tune it first.”
I sit down next to her.
“How did you get it?”
“A guy owed me a favor.”
“What kind of favor?”
“I didn’t break his arms.”
She leans over and rests her head on my shoulder.
“What are we going to do now?”
“Pack up. Go to Max and figure things out from there.”
“Saving the world is hard.”
“Yeah, but at least we’re not in Fresno.”
She elbows me in the ribs.
“I haven’t said anything to anyone, but when we were swimming away from Kill City, I think I saw one of the Angra.”
Candy pushes away from me.
“It’s loose in the city?”
“No. She got sucked back into the mall. But it means they’re closer to getting out.”
“Goddamn.”
“Sorry. I needed to say something to someone. Don’t tell anyone else.”
“Okay.”
“We should start packing.”
“Okay,” she says. “Thanks for the guitar. I notice you didn’t get me an amp.”
“No. I didn’t.”
“Coward.”
“Damn right.”
AN HOUR LATER I’m moving things over to Max Overdrive by hand through the Room. I do it all myself. It would be too strange to have Candy and Kasabian marching through and seeing Father Traven every few minutes. I apologize to him every time I come through. I bring him some pillows and a blanket. It’s not like he’s going to get cold in the room. The temperature never changes. But they’re normal things. Things that will let him feel human in a pretty inhuman situation. I look around for a book I can give him, but all I can find is a month-old issue of Entertainment Weekly.
“I’ll get some of your stuff from Vidocq soon. I promise.”
“I know,” he says. He’s so fucking sincere it can just break your heart.
Downstairs in Max Overdrive, it’s still a maze of drop cloths and empty paint cans from when repairs on the place stopped after the zombie riots. At least the upstairs living quarters are in decent shape. Almost like a person lived there. There’s a not too small bed-sit area complete with actual windows that get sun, and an adjoining bathroom. Of course a couple of video monitors for movies. They seem small and pathetic after the drive-in-theater-size flat-screen at the Chateau. First thing we need around here is a bigger refrigerator. The second is bigger monitors.
Candy and I outvote Kasabian, so we get the upstairs room and he gets the sales floor area to himself. He can camp out on the mattress we stole from his bedroom at the Chateau. It’s better for him downstairs anyway, with his hinky leg. We’re just thinking of his welfare.
“We’re going to have to be careful of the furniture in here, you know,” I tell Candy. “It’s not like we can call down to the front desk every time we break an end table or bureau anymore.”
“That will just make things more challenging.”
“We could cover the whole room in bubble wrap.”
“And you’ll finally have the padded cell you’ve always wanted.”
Allegra knocks on Max Overdrive’s front door around noon. Candy lets her in.
“I went by the hotel but they said you weren’t there anymore. They asked if I knew a forwarding address. I guess some linens and furniture are missing from the penthouse.”
“Come upstairs and I’ll show you our almost new sofa,” says Candy.
Allegra sighs.
“The penthouse was nice but I guess nothing lasts forever.”
“Just scars and library fines,” I say, carrying a pretty little Tiffany lamp over to Kasabian’s bed. Allegra gives me a tense little wave when she sees me.
“Hey, Stark. Can I talk to you in private?”
Candy raises her eyebrows at me.
“Sure. Let’s go out on the lanai.”
I take her out the back door to the overflowing Dumpster.
She gets a good whiff of the thing and makes a face.
“I guess you need to get some services turned back on.”
“There’s still water and electricity. That’ll do for now.”
“I wanted to talk to you about Matthew.”
“He’s the boyfriend.”
“Ex-boyfriend.”
“Right. Sorry.”
She takes a deep breath.
“He’s at my old apartment. He’s moved in like it’s his.”
“Is there anything there that would tell him where you are now? I don’t mean the apartment with Vidocq. That’s still invisible to civilians, right?”
“Yes.”
“How about the clinic? Could he track you there?”
She thinks for a minute.
“I keep some supplies there but nothing with an address. Aside from that, there’s some old tables and chairs. Some of Eugène’s chemistry equipment. A few books.”
“How dangerous is this guy? Will he be packing when I see him?”