off on the cost of insurance for him and his employees and something heâd read about a woman whoâd gone in for a nose job and ended up getting a kidney taken out.
âWell, all right,â I told him and tried to climb into my car, but Kalil had another insurance horror story to share with us. Unfortunately, he couldnât quite remember what it was.
He kept sipping at his go cup and making the odd agitated comment. He was talking to us. He was talking to himself. He didnât seem to notice that me and Desmond were having a side conversation.
âIâm going to go arm up,â I said. âMeet you at Shawnicaâs in about an hour.â
âBring one for me. Mommaâs got the PPK. Lent the Steyr to a cousin.â
âSo youâve got nothing?â
âNothing Iâd want to depend on.â
Kalil had started singing. He was wailing out âLullaby of Broadwayâ as we pulled into the street.
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Pearl had a serving of casserole for me. She came out to the driveway when she heard me pull in. Sheâd found that casserole in her freezer, back behind the sherbet and underneath a pie crust.
âDidnât even know it was there,â she said.
It wasnât in a proper container, one with a lid, anyway. The plastic wrap was just laying there. The casserole had ice all over it. There was something green in it and something brown in it. Something yellow in it, too.
âJust zap it,â Pearl suggested.
I gave her my usual âAll rightâ and threw the stuff into the sink as soon as Iâd walked in my apartment.
The more defrosted that casserole got, the less like food it looked. You had to figure the woman in my life who was always giving me dinner would have to be the woman in my life who couldnât cook a lick.
My apartment above Pearlâs car shed was just a big room with a full bath off the back. I had a bed and a sofa and a twenty-inch TV, plus a drop-leaf dinette table I could make into something grander if I ever felt the itch to throw a dinner party. Mostly I just piled mail on it. I tended to eat over the sink.
There was an attic space behind a knee wall on the south end of the building, and I kept most of my weapons back there in a big canvas duffel. I crawled in and pulled that duffel out so I could sort through what I had. I couldnât quite say how much firepower might be needed for a ninja schoolgirl. The evidence was she liked her instruments blunt. Sheâd not plugged anybody yet.
I set aside a couple of pistols and an air-cooled M-4A1 that Iâd traded a spanking-new Fryolator for. I had a little Bersa .308 I carried sometimes in an ankle holster, and that seemed like a sensible option given who we were dealing with. It was small caliber but still more firepower than a tattooed girl with a club. By the time Iâd packed up what I needed and loaded all the clips I could find, I was beginning to smell Pearlâs casserole. Raccoon, I figured. Or maybe goat.
Desmond was already parked outside Shawnicaâs house when I got there. The front door was shut. The lights were low. There didnât appear to be anybody home. It was late spring twilight, and the mosquitoes were swarming, so we sat in Desmondâs Escalade with the windows rolled up and the air conditioner running.
That was one of the leading troubles of the Delta, as far as I could tell. When it was hot, it was too damn hot. When it was cold, it was windy and bitter. When the temperature was tolerable, the bugs made for misery. Lovebugs and mosquitoes mostly, biting flies every now and again, and in such concentrations there wasnât enough DEET on the globe to keep them away.
I got in complaining about the mosquitoes. Desmond had heard it all before. He let me talk. He even watched me like he was listening to me. I finished. He gave a little nod and said, âHeard from Kendell.â
âThey catch her?â
He