"Me, too," Toby said suddenly. "A thousand and whatever it takes to bring it up to three thousand even." Tiny's eyes flicked to him, and Toby smiled apologetically. "I was never any good at math," he said.
"What it'll be," Tiny said, "is a thousand three hundred and seventy-six dollars." A murmur spread through the room as people recognized Toby. "And no checks," Tiny added.
"Coin of the realm," Toby said. He reached into his hip pocket and pulled out a folded wad of bills. Something square and white came out with them, but he shoved it back into his pocket. Only the corner showed. The edge was white, but the center area was black. It was a distinctive shape, and I had an uneasy feeling that I recognized it. "What do you think that is?" I said to Nana.
"What's what?" Her voice was muffled.
"Nothing. Are you okay?"
"Sure. I'm peachy. Best I've felt in weeks." She ground her head against my arm. "Simeon, can we go somewhere when this is over?"
Toby had put his money on the stage, and Tiny picked it up. "That's it, then," he said. "It doesn't seem like enough, but that's all she asked for."
"She never asked for enough," Pepper said.
"She wouldn't have known what to do with it anyway," Nana said to my arm. "Even if she'd gotten it, which she never did. Are we going to go someplace or not?"
"Depends," I said, "on what's in Toby's pocket."
She pulled away and gazed up at me. "I'm beginning to think the only thing in Toby's pocket is you."
"If it makes you happy," I said. Toby was coming toward us, and Tiny was talking again.
"Okay," he said. "Drinks on Amber for everybody. Knock it back. We've got half an hour before we open the doors."
"Half an hour," Toby said, giving Nana a token grin that wasn't returned. "As much as I'd like a drink, I think I'm going to just say no."
"Well, that's a twist," Nana said. All the animosity had returned. "No free booze for Toby?"
He leaned down toward her. "You're a beautiful girl, but you're a pain in the ass."
"I hope I am, Toby," she said. "As far as you're concerned, I hope I'm a hemorrhoid the size of a fist."
"Where are you going?" I asked him.
"Home. I've got a long day tomorrow."
"Fine. I'll walk you out."
"Don't bother, champ. I've got the lovely Dolly."
He headed for the door. Dolly started to follow, but I waved her off. Toby dropped the curtain after he passed through, and I had to pick it up again to get outside. Behind me I heard it drop again: Dolly, no doubt, and then again, and that could only be Nana.
"You know, champ," Toby said without looking back, "I have the distinct feeling that Tiny isn't crazy about me anymore."
The white corner was protruding from the hip pocket of his leather jeans. "He loved her," I said, squinting into the last rays of daylight and moving closer. "He probably doesn't like anybody very much right now."
"Yeah, but this felt personal. Jesus, I liked her, too."
"Did you?" I said. "You could have fooled me." I had my hand outstretched to snag the thing in Toby's pocket, but he turned to face me. We had reached the place where Alice was parked.
"What kind of thing is that to say? Hey, Simeon, don't push me all the time. Why am I here if I didn't like her?"
"Because you were invited," Nana said behind me. "Because you were on her list. Because you couldn't stay away without it looking weird."
He looked over my shoulder at her. "You don't believe that. I mean, you and I have had some problems, but you don't believe I had anything to do with killing her."
"Don't I," she said.
'This sucks," Toby said. "Honest to Christ, what am I doing here in this crappy parking lot jeopardizing my whole career if I hurt that girl? What kind of sense does that make?"
"What's in your pocket, Toby?" I said.
He licked his lips. "My pocket? What are you talking about? I've got money, some ID, you know. ."
"Your hip pocket," I said. "Dolly, you've got thirty seconds left on this job if you don't get behind your boyfriend Toby right now."
Dolly lunged as Toby reached for the pocket of his jeans. Their arms tangled, and then Dolly came up with what looked like a square of white paper with color at its center. She pushed Toby up against Alice and pinned him there, using all two hundred pounds.
"Simeon," Toby shouted, "I can explain"
He twisted in Dolly's arms, and she let him go. Once released from constraint, Toby wilted. I actually thought he was going to slump to the pavement, but he caught himself. Without looking up, he said again, "I can explain."
"Give it to me," I said. Dolly put it into my hand.
I was looking at nothing: black surrounded by white. I turned it over, and it became a Polaroid photograph. Amber, caught by the flash on stage. But this was no publicity picture; her arms were twisted behind her, and her feet were bound by clothesline. She was exactly as I'd found her.
I heard a hiss behind me and saw a flash of red as Nana launched her nails at Toby's eyes.
14
Squawking, Dolly damn near caught Nana on the fly. Toby, scrambling backward faster than I would have believed possible, bumped up against Alice hard and sat down on the pavement. Nana's momentum carried Dolly back a few steps, and she stumbled over Toby. The two of them went down on top of him, a pile of female elbows and feet. It looked like the closing moments of a tag team wrestling match.
I grabbed Nana by the belt loops on the back of her pants and yanked. She came up swearing and crying and turned to take a swipe at me. Behind her I saw Dolly's face. Her eyes were wide with betrayal, and three bright red lines ran down one cheek. Toby had rolled away from beneath her and was scrambling to get under Alice.
I started to laugh, but Nana slugged me in the chest. She pummeled me furiously with both fists, making terrible little "oof" noises. By the time I'd gotten my fingers untangled from her belt loops, a blow had caught me full on the throat. I choked. She kept on swinging at me, emitting a high, thin, shrilling sound, her eyes shut tight. I didn't think she had any idea who she was hitting.
Dolly got up, but instead of trying to help she backed away with a hand clamped flat over her bleeding face. She'd had enough of Nana. So had I. I hauled back and slapped her hard, twice, snapping her head left and then right. My nervous system was so hyped up that the slaps sounded like shots in my ears.
Nana just stopped. She let her arms go limp, and her hands fell to her sides. She didn't cry out or look at me or touch the burning red marks on her cheeks. She gazed down at the general area of my feet for a moment, her face closed and tight. Then, slowly and deliberately, she extended the middle finger of her right hand, stepped around me, and walked away, toward the entrance to the club.
"That girl's crazy," Dolly said from behind me.
"Did you look at this?" I still had the picture crumpled in my hand.
"No."
"Then shut up. Get your boyfriend out from under the car if you can."
She pulled her hand away from her cheek and looked at it, wincing when she saw the blood. "You won't scar," I said. "And if you do, you can say you got it in a duel. Toby, come out from under there."
No answer. I bent down and peered under the car. No Toby, either.
"Shit," I said as I heard the Maserati's engine catch.
I grabbed Dolly by the collar of her grungy T-shirt and hurled her in the general direction of the driveway, then sprinted toward the noise of Toby's car. "Don't let him get past you," I shouted.
Toby's tires smoked as the car shot in reverse out of its parking space. I was so close that his rearview mirror clipped my hip. It hurt. The car swerved wildly to reverse direction and came to a stop pointed at the driveway. I jumped in front of it.