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“Did you wear those just to torture me?”
She touches the frames and the robot song starts again.
“Not everything is about you, but yeah, pretty much. And I always wanted a robot sidekick. ”
“Can it be a quiet robot?”
The song stops. She holds a finger over the frames.
“Don’t make me use my super-awesome robo powers on you again. ”
Candy is like me. A monster. Specifically, she’s a Jade. Jades are sort of like vampires, only worse. They dissolve your insides and drink them like spiders. But she’s a good girl and is trying to kick the human milkshake thing with a special potion. Blood-and-bone methadone. Besides being cute and dangerous, she saved my ass from joining thdivm joinie living dead after a Drifter bit me. I was far gone and didn’t want to take the cure, so she stabbed me with a knife coated in the stuff. Yeah, it hurt. And yeah, I’m glad she did it.
I throw up my hands.
“You win. Take our lands and gold but leave me my virtue. ”
“Those are my only choices?”
“If you’re going virtue hunting, you better bring a backhoe and dynamite. You’re going to have to dig deep. ”
“I’ll bring a strap-on. ”
I look at Vidocq in the front seat.
“Make her stop. I’m hungover and she has a robot. It’s not fair. ”
“Life is fair only in the grave and in the bedroom. This, you will notice, is neither. ”
“That’s why I don’t take cabs. ”
I look out the window. The cabbie takes us down Hollywood Boulevard for a few blocks and then U-turns on Sunset and heads back the way we came.
“Where are we headed?”
“The Bamboo House of Dolls. ”
“What the hell, man? It’s just a few blocks. We could have walked. ”
“But then you might have walked away. You’ll notice I told our driver to take the long way so that I could talk to you. The woman we’re going to meet thought you’d be more comfortable discussing business there. ”
“What woman?”
“Julia Sola. ”
“Never heard of her. ”
“Marshal Julie, you used to call her. One of Marshal Wells’s agents. You liked her. You said she was the only one in the Golden Vigil who treated you like a human being. ”
I sit up.
“Are you fucking kidding me? Just cause she didn’t ice-pick me doesn’t mean I want to work with her. Or any other Homeland Security. Stop the car. I’m getting out. ”
“Keep going,” Vidocq says to the driver. He turns back to me.
“Stop behaving like a child. The Vigil is dead and Homeland Security isn’t here anymore. You kn
“With who? Your little thief pals?”
“Who better to know who works for law enforcement and who is a free agent?”
I’m not sure what to think. Vidocq has a nose for cops. He knows how they think, how they work. A hundred years ago he taught the French police forensic analysis techniques he’d picked up from his science and alchemical books, and transformed them from a bunch of medieval thumb breakers into actual cops that could do real criminal investigations.
The cabbie has the radio on. Patti Smith is singing “Ask the Angels. ”
Pounding devotion, armegeddon, and rock and roll. A song to die to.
“This situation is total bullshit. ”
Candy looks at me, presses the button, and her robot glasses are singing over the radio. I’m back in Hell.
WHEN WE GET to the Bamboo House of Dolls, Vidocq comes around to my side of the car and opens the door fast like he thinks I’m going to bolt. Hands the driver a twenty and doesn’t wait for change. The three of us go inside, where it’s dark and cool. Carlos is behind the bar setting up glasses for the night’s business. He nods at me when we walk in. It’s weird seeing the bar at this time of day with no music playing. The tiki dolls and coconuts look as bleary as I feel.
Carlos says, “Funny seeing you awake. I thought you’d melt like the Wicked Witch if someone tried to wake you up before dark. ”
“You, too. Are you part of this conspiracy, too?”
“I’m just the hired help. Ask the pretty lady in the bathroom what’s going on. She booked the place at this unholy hour. Is it your birthday or something? You should have told me. ”
“No. This is just me being shanghaied, is what it is. If that’s coffee I smell, I don’t want any. I’m not staying long. ”
Julia comes out of the back. Her dark hair is longer than I remember and she’s wearing it up. She has on a sensible black skirt with a power-color bloodred blouse. She looks like a sexy librarian, but moves like someone who could casually dislocate your knee or crack some ribs with a tactical baton.
She stops when she sees me. Smiles a little and comes over to the bar.
The last time I saw U. S. marshal Julia Sola was here in the bar. She told me how Wells had taken the fall for the Drifters’ tearing the city apart. Homeland Security had shut down its L. A. brancht=" L. A. b, disbanding the Golden Vigil and recalling Wells to Washington. She told me she was quitting the marshals’ service to open her own investigation company. Just the general awkward bar chatter between two people who barely knew each other, but had seen a lot of the same craziness and slaughter over the last few days.
“Hello, Stark. ”
“Marshal. ”
“I wasn’t sure you’d come. I had a bet with myself that you wouldn’t. ”
“Looks like you lost. ”
“I guess I owe myself five dollars. ”
She holds out a hand to shake. I give her a quick polite one to make Vidocq happy. He wants me to be a gentleman. I want him to be quiet about it.
“It’s not ‘Marshal’ anymore. It’s just ‘Julia. ’ ”
“Well, Julia, truth is I wouldn’t have come if I’d known who we were seeing. ”
That night, while Julia and I were talking, her voice had changed. Dropped an octave and turned snotty. It was Mason’s voice coming out of her mouth. He couldn’t get himself out of Hell, but he’d conjured up a way to turn people into meat puppets for a few seconds. Mason hopped in and out of maybe a half-dozen different bodies, making threats and generally being the first-class asshole he always is. When he was gone, Julia didn’t seem to remember a thing. Seem being the important part.
Carlos sets a cup of black coffee on the bar. She says, “Thank you,” and picks it up. “You don’t even want to know why I got you here?”
“Not even a little. ”
She smiles and I smile back, looking for Mason’s shadow behind her eyes. But I can’t find him. It’s just her in there and I can’t pick up anything that feels like deception. Julia looks at me like she’s waiting for me to say something else. Maybe she’s just sizing me up. I let the silence hang to see if the tension makes Mason reveal himself.
She sets down the coffee.
“Eugène must have told you that we’ve worked together a few times. ”
“He mentioned it. ”
“I know you feel a certain reluctance to talk to someone involved with DHS or the Vigil. ”
“That’s putting it mildly. ”
Carlos says, “Wait a minute. She’s t>
She looks at Carlos and then at me.
“I know I could tell you that I’m not with them from now until the end of time and you wouldn’t believe me. But for what it’s worth, I’m not and I won’t ever be again. ”
“Is that supposed to impress me?”
“I thought maybe Eugène vouching for me would mean something, but you never let facts get in the way of your judgment, do you?”
“Mrs. Robinson, are you trying to seduce me?”
Vidocq bumps me with his shoulder from behind.
“Listen to what she has to say. ”
Candy comes up beside me. I don’t have to look. I can sm
ell her slightly inhuman scent. I once killed the pimp who ran a Hellion brothel. He lit the place with burning amber and it smelled like burning pine and smoke. Candy kind of smells like that.
“So tell me why you wanted me here. ”
“I have a job I think you’d be uniquely suited for. ”
“What kind of job?”
“It might be dangerous. ”
“I figured that when you wanted me and not Vidocq or one of your marshal buddies. What you want is someone disposable. Someone off the grid who won’t be missed when whatever this is goes balls-up. ”
“You’re way off. I want you because I think you’re the only person in L. A. with the skill set needed to handle this particular situation. ”
“When someone says ‘skill set’ I get nervous. Just tell me what this is. ”
“It’s a demonic possession. An exorcism went wrong and a boy is missing. ”
I get up to leave.
“Thanks for getting me here for nothing. I’m gone. ”
Candy puts a hand on my shoulder.
“You, too?” I say.
“Just let her finish. ”
I look at Sola.
“I don’t do exorcisms or bounty-hunt demons. The Vigil got me mixed up in a demon skip trace and it ended with me and Brigitte gnawed on by a roomful of Drifters. ”
She nods.
“I know. But that was Wells and this is me. There are no tricks here. No hidden agendas. Just a kid who needs your help. ”
“I don’t think so. I think you’re the one who needs help. You sent the kid a demon jacker, but he blew it and the kid ended up worse than before. Now you want someone to clean up your mess. ”
She picks up her coffee, takes a sip, and sets it back down. She doesn’t look at me when she starts talking.
“You’re right. Okay? There. I said it. I need you to fix up my screw-up. ”
The muscles in her shoulders and the back of her neck are tight. Her breathing has gone a little shallow and rapid. Her heartbeat’s up. If I trusted her, I’d swear she’s telling the truth.
Sola shakes her head.
“I don’t know what happened and neither does Father Traven. Have you heard of him? The Vigil had him on retainer for freelance exorcisms. He’s the real deal. A genuine old-school demon ass-kicker. Only this time the demon kicked back harder. ”
“Why come to me? Why not get another priest? Or a houngan or one of those old nyu wu witches in Chinatown? They love this kind of thing. ”
“I tried to get another priest, but when word got out that I was working with Father Traven, none of them would talk to me. ”
“Now you’ve finally said something interesting. What’s wrong with your snake handler?”
“He was excommunicated. ”
I turn to Vidocq.
“Did you know about this? You were a nice Catholic boy. This is big-time stuff. Is there anything worse than an excommunicated priest?”
“Yes. One who’s not excommunicated. ”
I get out a Malediction and light it. I look at Carlos. State law says I’m not supposed to smoke in here, but he gives me a don’t-sweat-it shake of his head.
“What did Traven do? Skim from the collection plate? Oil-wrestle altar boys?”
Julia shakes her head.
“Nothing like that. Father Traven is a praven ialeolinguist. He specializes in translating ancient religious texts and deciphering dead languages. ”
“Let me guess. Instead of collecting stamps for a hobby, he translated a book the Church didn’t approve of and got nailed for it. ”
“Something like that. It was one book in particular that got him into trouble, but he won’t talk about it. However, none of that has anything to do with the fact he’s an experienced and extremely successful exorcist. ”
“So what went wrong with the kid?”
She sits down on one of the bar stools. Shakes her head and drops her hands to the bar.
“Your guess is as good as mine. The exorcism seemed to be going well, and Hunter—Hunter Sentenza, the possessed boy—was doing well. His color was coming back. The voices had stopped. There wasn’t a trace of fire. ”
“Fire?”
“We didn’t actually see it, but there was a symbol burned into the ceiling over his bed. There weren’t any matches or lighters in his room. We think it was done by the demon possessing the boy. His hands and face were blistered. ”
“What’s the symbol look like?”
“Old. I didn’t recognize it. Father Traven can tell you more about it. ”
“What happened next?”
“It felt like we were reaching the end. Traven was sure that he had the demon under control and almost had it out. Before that, Hunter had been speaking in tongues. But then he seemed all right. He was calm and breathing normally. All of a sudden he grabbed Father Traven and tossed him across the room. Hunter levitated a few feet over the bed and shouted, ‘I won’t be locked in. ’ After that, things got weird. ”
“After that?”
“Hunter fell back onto the bed and didn’t move. I didn’t know if he was passed out or dead. As I helped Father Traven to his feet, the kid started singing. ”
“ ‘Puff the Magic Dragon’?”
She shakes her head, a knowing little smile curling the edges of her lips.
“It was an old Chordettes song. It went, ‘Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream, make him the cutest that I’ve ever seen. ’ ”
I can’t help but laugh.
“That’s what this is. You think the demon knows me. ”
“Any idea who it might be?”
“I haven’t had much experience with them. ” I try to think. Run over all my kills. There are so many. They run together like a dark stinking river.