“Fuck you. That’s not a clue.”
“It’s all you’re getting.”
“I repeat, you’re a dick,” she says, setting the gun back in the box.
We call downstairs for food. Order a real spread, like we did when we first got to the penthouse. Ordering one of pretty much everything on the menu. But not the duck. The waiters line the food carts along the wall, and because this is the Devil’s room, they don’t ask questions. When I sign the check, I always add a nice tip after one of these blowouts. I still don’t know who pays the bills here, if anyone. Maybe Lucifer having a room on standby is just part of the cost of doing business in L.A. For all I know, there could be other hoodoo penthouses where Odin, the Easter Bunny, and Amelia Earhart are living as large as we are and not paying one red shekel.
PEOPLE START COMING through the clock around three. First Vidocq and Allegra, then Brigitte and Father Traven. I want to grab them and start talking right away, but I keep my mouth shut. There’s plenty of food and wine and beer for everyone, though I notice that Father Traven is just drinking coffee. Brigitte stays close to him. Smiling. Talking to him. Making sure he remembers to eat. She’s not watching him to keep him off the booze. You can see it in her eyes. She’s trying to protect him from the world.
I pass the Tiffany pistol around and everyone tells Candy about what great taste she has. She loves it. Then I can’t stand waiting anymore.
“I’m going on a ghost hunt in Kill City.”
That gets people’s attention.
“I’ve been looking for the 8 Ball for over a month. All it’s gotten me is tall tales that I have the shitty thing. Yesterday, the Dark Eternal told me that there’s a ghost hiding in Kill City that might know where the 8 Ball is, so I’m going in to check it out.”
“Do you believe what they said?” asks Vidocq.
“I have to go in and find out.”
“That’s not what I mean. I mean do you trust them? You have not harassed the Dark Eternal the way you have other gangs, but what’s to stop you from doing so?”
“If they think you’re coming for them, they might be sending you into a trap,” says Brigitte.
“I don’t think so. The Dark Eternal and I have steered clear of each other for a while.”
“Is it true that’s because they paid you a large sum of money?” asks Traven.
“Yes. And because they mostly feed on crooks and the fools that come crawling to them and I don’t have a problem with that.”
Traven nods. I don’t know if he exactly understands, but he seems to accept that I’m not a simple sellout. I’m a complicated sellout.
“If the Dark Eternal wanted me gone, they could have sent an army. What I think is really going on is that Tykho knows the 8 Ball is valuable and that it gives whoever has it power, so she wants it. She’s sending me in with a Dark Eternal rep, a guy called Paul Delon. He’s the one with the map.”
“Tell me about this Paul,” says Vidocq. “Do we really need him? Couldn’t we take his map and use it ourselves?”
I shake my head.
“First off, Paul isn’t human. Candy and Brigitte would recognize him. He’s another Trevor. An automaton built by a Tick-Tock Man named Atticus Rose.”
“What?” says Candy. “The last two tried to kill you.”
“And we killed them. There’s no choice here. Robby the Robot has the map in his head. Without him I could wander around the place for weeks. All I want is to find the 8 Ball and make sure Paul never even touches it. I think I can handle that, but having more people would help. Is anyone willing to come into Kill City with me?”
Everyone except Kasabian raises their hands. I look over at him.
“You like horror movies, Kas. Aren’t you interested in seeing a real-life House of Usher?”
Kasabian shakes his head. He’s working over the food like he’s Muhammad Ali and the buffet is Sonny Liston.
“I’ll leave it to you prima ballerinas. My dancing days are over,” he says, tapping his bad leg with his fork.
“You’re missing all the fun.”
“Bring me back a snow globe so I’ll know what it was like.”
“I guess that just leaves us,” I say. “But I don’t want all of us. Allegra, I’d like you to stay behind.”
“Why?”
“Because we’re basically going to the moon and that means someone is going to get hurt. If that was you, none of us knows how to fix you. And if one of us gets hurt, everyone would feel better knowing that the best doctor is at the clinic and not one of the second stringers.”
“He’s right, my dear,” says Vidocq. “I know it’s not what you want, but it’s the smart thing to do.”
Allegra crosses her arms and leans back in her chair.
“Fine. I’ll stay.”
I say, “You can also keep an eye on that other thing we talked about.”
She nods.
“Yeah.”
“If there are any problems with that, you can crash here with Kasabian.”
Kasabian gestures with a chicken wing like he’s conducting a goddamn orchestra.
“Sure,” he says around a mouthful of food. “It’ll be like a campout. We can set their bed on fire and roast hot dogs on a stick.”
“What are we taking?” says Candy.
“Guns and lunch. I don’t plan on window-shopping.”
“Anything else?”
“Lights,” says Brigitte.
“And water. We’ll be in there for at least a few hours. Anyone with boots should wear them.”
“You’re going to need a first-aid kit,” Allegra says. “I’ll put one together.”
“Good. Anything else?”
“I’ll bring potions,” says Vidocq. “And some of my other tools.”
Vidocq might just be the best thief in L.A. That could come in handy.
Father Traven says, “I’ve been doing more research. I believe I’ve found some runes that will keep the Qomrama’s magic in check. I can put them on a vessel for it if I knew how big it was.”
Candy gets the fake 8 Ball from the coffee table and tosses it to him.
“Thank you.”
“There’s a couple of rules we’re going to live by. The first is that everybody sticks together no matter what. If you’re pee-shy, don’t come. Second rule is that no one gets more than ten feet away from anyone else. Last rule is if we run into locals or loons, let Paul do the talking.”
“You’re telling us to keep our mouths shut? You?” says Candy.
“We’ll meet at Bamboo House of Dolls at eight tonight.”
“Why can’t you take everyone in through a shadow?” says Allegra.
“I’ve never been inside Kill City. It’s not the kind of place I want to stroll into blind. We’ll go in together, one step at a time, everybody looking out for everybody else.”
“Still, going in at night,” says Traven.
“Less chance of being seen. And the place has been dead for years. There probably isn’t much light inside, so we’ll be carrying our own light night or day.”
From over at his desk Kasabian says, “And what’s Plan B?”
“Plan B?”
“You know, for when Plan A goes wrong. No offense, but it took your fearless leader over there eleven years to find his way out of Hell. When Plan A goes tits up, what’s your backup plan for getting out of Kill City?”
Everyone looks at me.
“Thanks, Kas.”
“Just being a team player, boss.”
I TAKE A Toyota SUV off a parking lot on North Cahuenga. It’s brown, a few years old, and with a couple of dents in the fenders. A vehicle like this is practically invisible to the highway patrol. Yeah, I could take everyone through a shadow right to Kill City’s front door, but there’s no way I’m letting Delon in on that trick. I figure that anything he knows, Norris Quay will eventually know, and I’m not ready to share that secret with the richest prick in prick town. If things go sideways inside, I’ll drag everyone else out through the Room and leave Delon’s Tick-Tock ass behind.
The others, including Delon, are waiting at Bamboo House of Dolls. Candy is waiting by the curb. When she sees me she calls inside and jumps in the shotgun seat. The others pile in the back. I head for the I-10 and turn west to the land of seashell art and crab salad. Santa Monica.