Mike Jastrzebski - Key Lime Blues

When I reached the back of the house, I stood and stretched and worked out the cramps before creeping over to Tanya’s room. The window was wide open. The faint scent of her perfume wafted from within. A nightlight was plugged into a socket near the open door and I could see the room was empty. I stood silently looking in and listening.

I heard nothing that seemed out of place inside of the house, just the creak of settling timbers and the whir of a ceiling fan. The hallway beyond the bedroom was dark. If someone was waiting, they were intent on remaining as quiet as I was. Unfortunately if someone was here, they had the advantage. They didn’t need to go anywhere while I needed to get inside. I slid out from beneath the window and began to look for something to cut the screen.

There were no tools lying about but there were plenty of stones. It only took me a minute to find a flat rock about the size of my fist with a sharp edge on one side.

Stepping back to the window I reached up and drew the edge of the stone from the top to the bottom of the screen, leaving a two-foot flap. The ripping sound it made was not very loud, but it seemed to vibrate throughout the still night. I stood for a full minute, listening and waiting for some sound from within.

When no one jumped out at me, I grabbed the loose end of the screen and pulled. At the same time I made two horizontal slashes with the stone and tossed it onto the ground before climbing into the room.

Tanya’s presence was everywhere. I half expected her to climb out of the bed and greet me. My feelings distracted me and I kicked something on the floor and sent it skidding across the room and into the wall.

It sounded like an alarm had gone off. I ran to the door and stood behind it listening. Again, I heard nothing. I was beginning to believe I was alone in the house.

It took a few minutes to search the entire house. Neither Tanya nor Willie was there. Tired, smelling of smoke, covered with blood and dirt, I’d have given anything for a hot shower and good night's sleep. Instead, I reached for my phone and tried the bar. I let it ring ten times, and then I hung up and dialed Tanya’s cell phone. To my surprise the phone connected, but the other end remained silent.

“Tanya, can you hear me?” I asked.

“Hello, Darling.” I recognized the voice and my stomach did a little heave while I looked around to make sure no one was watching me.

“What do you want, Destiny?”

“I want my diamonds.”

“The police are looking for you,” I said.

“You’d better hope they don’t find me.”

“Why’s that?”

“Here, let me have someone else explain it to you,” she said.

She spoke to someone in the background, and then Tanya was crying on the other end. “Give them the diamonds,” she said. “Gail’s crazy. She’s going to kill me if you don’t give them to her.”

“Where are you, Tanya?” I asked. Instead of an answer, she let out a scream, and Destiny came back on the phone.

“Willie likes Tanya,” Destiny said. “I promised him that if we don’t get the diamonds, he can have her.”

I brushed my fingertips across the bridge of my nose and tried to keep from saying something I’d regret. “How in the hell did you hook up with Willie?”

“It was quite easy, Darling. After you killed Frankie and I escaped, I went straight to Tanya’s house and told Willie what happened.”

I had to admit that Destiny had a flair for lying. I wondered if she was even capable of telling the truth. “What do you think Willie’s going to do when he realizes it was really you who killed Frankie?” I asked.

She laughed. “I hope you’re not too jealous Wes, but Willie and I have bonded. And I’m afraid now that we’re so intimately involved; I had to break my promise to you.”

“What promise?” I asked.

“You know-the Bob thing. I couldn’t very well have a relationship with Willie, and not tell him that you admitted to me you killed his brother.”

I moved the phone away from my ear and twisted and stretched my neck until I felt it pop near the spine. This woman was the most conniving bitch I’d ever met, and I realized that if I didn’t watch my step Tanya and I were both going to end up dead.

I wasn’t sure what to do. I didn’t have the diamonds. I had already turned them over to Davies and I didn’t think she’d respond very well to a call from me asking for them back.

Even if I could convince her it was the only way to save Tanya’s life, she was going to be pissed as hell that I’d lied to her. I suspected that would be an automatic invitation to visit the jailhouse. It didn’t take a genius to figure out I had only one option. I had to tell her what she wanted to hear.

“All right. I’ve got the diamonds and you’ve got Tanya. Do you want me to meet you at Tanya’s house?”

“I’m not as stupid as you think I am, Darling. We’re not at the house. Did you think we were going to wait there for you to tell the cops about us?”

“I didn’t tell the cops about anything,” I said.

“It doesn’t matter. Keep your phone handy and I’ll call you with directions on where to meet us,” Destiny said. “It won’t be until tonight.”

“How do I know Tanya will be okay?” I asked. Instead of answering, she disconnected and the phone went dead.

I spent the next hour pacing back and forth along the hallway between Alvin’s room and Tanya’s. Try as I might, I couldn’t come up with a plan to help her. Destiny held all the cards. I’d have to wait until she called and wing it. Since I couldn’t do anything at the moment for Tanya, I settled for a shower and a shave.

The hot shower eased the pain of the scratches and my aching muscles, but it did nothing to ease my concerns. If anything, it gave me time to ruminate on everything bad that could happen. Worst-case scenario, they’d killed Tanya as soon as I hung up. I didn’t want to think about that option.

Since the last time I’d put someone’s life in another’s hands they died, I tended to dwell on that possibility with Tanya. It was why I’d gotten out of the detective business in the first place. I was not happy to find myself back in the position of being responsible for an innocent girl’s death. I didn’t want that god damned responsibility again. I couldn’t hand my problem off to someone else either. If Tanya died because I acted, or didn’t act, I’d never be able to forgive myself for dragging her into this mess.

I took my time shaving, and then searched around until I found a box of bandages and a bottle of hydrogen peroxide. After cleaning the wounds I could reach, and bandaging the worst cuts, I wandered back to Alvin’s room and changed into a clean pair of shorts and t-shirt. When my stomach began to growl I realized I was damn hungry.

Since starving myself topped the list of things that wouldn’t help me find Tanya, I headed for the kitchen. I had done this kind of work long enough to know that a clear mind and a full stomach often meant the difference between success and failure. Although it was hard, I willed myself to stop worrying about the things I couldn’t do anything about, and concentrated on taking care of the things I could.

I found a takeout box with two fried chicken legs, and a half-empty container of coleslaw in the refrigerator. I had no clue how long any of it had been sitting there, but at the moment I didn’t care. They both passed the sniff test, and that would have to do. I balanced the containers in my left hand, grabbed Tanya’s last bottle of Corona in my right, and carried them over to the table.

The chicken was dry, the slaw bland, but it washed down fine with the beer. It was five in the morning and I hadn’t eaten since the previous afternoon. My hunger sated, I was having a hard time keeping my eyes open. I felt myself drifting off, shook my head, pushed myself out of the chair and headed off to bed.