Ground Zero Part 26
Jack wondered if she and Harris had ever "snuggled."
"Okay. Got a phone?"
She shook her head. "It's back at the house."
He handed her his.
"Take it. I've got others at home. I'll call you later. I've got something I want to show you."
"What?"
"It's a surprise."
If anyone could make sense out of the Compendium of Srem Compendium of Srem, it was Weezy.
4.
Ernst Drexler paced his apartment's front room. He could not believe what he'd just heard.
"How does this happen? How does this happen? happen?"
A few minutes ago the ringing of his phone had ripped him from sleep. The doorman apologized for waking him, but the visitor in the foyer insisted that this was an emergency. Szeto had entered a few minutes later. As soon as Ernst had seen his expression he'd known the news would be bad, but not this this bad. bad.
The man stood stiff and straight a few feet inside the door while Ernst ranged the room.
"She is some kind of ninja."
Ernst stopped and stared at him. "You're joking, right? Tell me you are joking."
"That is only explanation. These were three skilled men. They firebombed her house as directed. A perfect job. The house and everything in it is now ash. But all three are dead. Shot dead just like Max and Josef. Max's gun was missing. She must have taken it and used it against them. Max would not give up gun easily. She is ninja."
Had the Order bitten off more than it could chew? Five men killed while trying-unsuccessfully-to corral this one woman. What was she?
"She may be a cold-blooded killer, but she is not not a ninja." a ninja."
"She kills, then she vanish. If she kills our men, that means she was not in house when it burns. That means she is still out there."
"Then find her."
"We do not know where she is."
"But you know who who she is." she is."
"Just barely."
"But now you know where she lived. Learn more about her. Find out who she knows. See if she has family. Do I have to do everything myself?"
He had no time for this. The Fhinntmanchca Fhinntmanchca trumped everything else. And what happened later today was crucial to its creation. He'd backed Thompson into a course of action that would leave Darryl with no place to turn, with no option other than the way out Ernst would offer. trumped everything else. And what happened later today was crucial to its creation. He'd backed Thompson into a course of action that would leave Darryl with no place to turn, with no option other than the way out Ernst would offer.
5.
Darryl was lying on his bed half asleep when he heard a knock. He rose and c.o.c.ked a fist as he faced the door. If this was that a.s.shole Hagaman ...
"Yeah?"
The door opened and Hank stepped through. Darryl felt his jaw drop. Hank never came to his room. If he wanted to see Darryl, he always sent someone to fetch him.
"Hey, it's me. What's with the look?"
Darryl got a grip. "Wasn't expecting you. Thought you might be someone else."
"Yeah? Well, you might be wishing it was someone else real soon."
Darryl's gut writhed. "What do you mean?"
"We've got a problem."
"Like what?"
Hank walked past him to the window and looked out at the slowly fading day.
"Not 'what'-who. And that'd be you."
Aw, s.h.i.t.
Suppressing a groan, Darryl sat heavily on the bed and jammed his hands between his knees.
"So you heard."
"Yeah. f.u.c.k it all, Darryl. You're one of my main men. Why'd you have to go and-"
"I know how it happened," he said. "I've been racking my brain and I finally remembered."
He kept staring out the window. "Do I want to hear this?"
"Yeah. In fact, you gotta. It was a needle."
Hank turned from the window. "You're a junkie?"
"Naw. You know better'n that. It was back in Dearborn when I split from the old lady. I got this puny body, in case you haven't noticed."
"Even punier now."
"Yeah, well, I started going to this gym and-"
"Don't tell me-juice?"
Darryl nodded, thinking how stupid he'd been.
"Yeah. For a price this guy would shoot you up with some kinda steroid-guaranteed to jack you in no time. I looked at some of his customers and, man, were they ripped. I figured that was for me. That's the only time I had any needles since I was a kid. Had to be him. The sonovab.i.t.c.h must've been using the same needle over and over. That's where I got it."
"You idiot."
"Hey, I was single again. Nothing like a cut bod to bring on the babes, right? So I signed on."
"You'd've been better off with a dog. And where's this 'cut bod' you were supposed to get?"
Darryl shrugged. "I never liked working out, so I hardly ever got to the gym. And I stopped the shots after two or three. But that was enough, I guess." He pounded his fists on his thighs to keep from crying. "So f.u.c.king stupid!"
"Can't argue with that."
Darryl controlled himself and looked up at Hank. "So what's the trouble you talked about? I mean, I know my trouble, but-"
"The guys want you out of here."
A sudden rush of cold drove him to his feet. "What? They got no right! They can't-!"
"They've got no right, yeah-I make the call as to who gets to stay here. But they're all pretty worked up and worried about catching something and I've got no good excuse for why I should be letting someone with AIDS hang around."
"You can tell 'em all to just f.u.c.k off, can't you?"
Hank nodded. "Yeah, I can do that, but that's not the Kicker style, know what I'm saying?"
Yeah, Darryl knew. Hank was the headman-h.e.l.l, he invented invented the Kickers-but he didn't want to look like the boss. Everyone treated him like he was, but he liked to pretend there was no boss. the Kickers-but he didn't want to look like the boss. Everyone treated him like he was, but he liked to pretend there was no boss.
"Well, then, tell 'em if they don't like it, they they can move out." can move out."
He sighed. "Darryl, I need a reason why you should stay and they all should go. Got one?"
Darryl's mind raced. They couldn't kick him out. He couldn't let this happen.
"I'm like your number-one a.s.sistant, right? So you've got to keep me here where you can reach me day or night. That works."
Hank shook his head and looked away again. "Afraid not. That ain't gonna fly."
"Sure it is. It makes perfect sense and ..." A realization sucker punched him in the gut. "Hey, wait. It's you. You're You're the one who wants me out!" the one who wants me out!"
"No, it's them. But I gotta say ..."
"What?"
He looked at Darryl again. "Working with a guy with AIDS gives me the w.i.l.l.i.e.s. How do I know I haven't caught it from you already?"
"That'd be impossible, Hank. I don't know much about it, but I know you need a needle or s.e.x or something to catch it. It doesn't just come out the air. You gotta work work to get it." to get it."
"Yeah, well, so you say-"
"That's what everybody says!"
"It's not what your fellow Kickers say. They're scared to have you around. In just a few hours you've become a major distraction. You're all anyone's talking about. And that's not good. We've got an evolution to run and nothing'll get done as long as you're here. So ... you've gotta go, Darryl. I know it sounds cold, but I've got to put the Kickers first."
"But I am am a Kicker." a Kicker."
"That's right. And you'll always be a Kicker. You just won't be living here."
Darryl fought back tears. His insides felt like they were tearing in two.
"But where'll I go? I can't go back to Michigan." He didn't know a soul who'd want to take him in except the police-for a ton of missed alimony and child-support payments. "And I don't know anyone to crash with here."
"Get an apartment. Get a hotel room."
"Ain't got no money, Hank. I've been working for you here for next to nothin'."
"I'd hardly call room and board in this city next to nothing."
"I should have five grand in my pocket for finding Dawn."
Hank looked at the ceiling. "Let's not get into that again. Yeah, you found Dawn, but is she here? No. She's with the creepy guy."
Yeah ... the guy with the eyes.
"Maybe, but if he hadn't taken her, we'd still have her. Not my fault she was stolen away. I still think I got something coming."
Hank sighed. "Yeah, well, maybe you do. I'll dig you up some cash so you can-"
"I don't want money, Hank."
"You can't stay here, Darryl. I'm sorry, but you're too much of a distraction. You've gotta be out of here sometime tomorrow."
Tomorrow? Where was he gonna go? What was he gonna do? This was all he had, all he knew.
"But I can't-"
Hank jabbed a finger at him. "You can and you will. Don't make this any harder than it already is." His voice softened. "I ..."
He looked like he really and truly hated what he was doing, and that made Darryl feel a little better, but not a whole h.e.l.l of a lot. Not if he wasn't going to change his mind.