Mike Jastrzebski - Key Lime Blues

I waited for Dom’s “Yes Sir,” closed the phone, and slipped it into my pocket before moving over to the gate.

The gate creaked when I opened it. I stood still and waited to make sure no one was going to investigate the noise. After a minute or so I scooted through the gate, ran past the porch and around the corner of the house, stopping at the edge of the lighted windows of the office. The blinds were up and I could see Elvis sitting at his desk. Staying as much in the shadows as possible, I peeked around the corner of the window and felt relief when I saw Tanya seated across from him.

The windows were closed and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hear what was being said. I needed to know who was in the room. Dropping down on my knees I crawled forward far enough to see to the side of the desk. Destiny was standing about three feet to the right of Tanya. She had a pistol tucked into the front of her jeans and was saying something to Elvis. He shook his head, and then Willie stepped into view. He slid up alongside Destiny, whispered in her ear, and moved back out of sight.

I slipped back away from the window, stood, and looked around. There were bushes directly under the window and the area in front of the bushes was lit as if by a spotlight. It was not going to be easy getting by without being seen.

The light reached all the way to the fence line. My first inclination was to work my way along the edge of the fence, but if Destiny or Willie looked out across the yard I was pretty sure they’d see me. That meant I could either scale the six-foot fence twice, or take the time to sneak around to the far side of the house. I chose the latter.

The other side of the house and the backyard were unlit. I tripped several times in the dark before admitting to myself that I’d have to slow down. Ten minutes, a bruised knee, and a couple of cactus quills later, I let myself into the library.

My eyes came to rest on the display case that hung across the room, and I grinned. Inside were three antique dueling pistols and a large saber. The case was backlit, which cast enough light for me to see where I was going. The pistols were black powder guns and would be useless, but I’d taken fencing classes in college and the saber might be a godsend if only I could take Willie and Destiny by surprise.

The room itself was perhaps twenty by twenty feet and held a recliner, a sofa and an over-sized oak library table. Three of the walls were covered with books, some appearing to be quite old. Beneath the display case, the forth wall held an entertainment center. There was a large flat screen TV, a CD player, and enough speakers to rock the house. I guess even psychics need to unwind every once in awhile.

As I crossed the room, I was paying more attention to the sword than to where I was walking. I slammed my knee into a low table I hadn’t noticed and bit back a yell. When no one came running I continued on to the display case.

I ran my hand along the outside edges of the case, found the latch, and let out a sigh of relief when I realized it wasn’t locked. I opened the case, cringed when the door squeaked, and took down the sword. It was heavier than I expected. I turned back toward the office and took a couple of practice swings to get the feel of it. As I stepped away from the case, the door to the Elvis’s office swung open and Willie walked into the room.

I stood still as Willie drew a pistol and pointed it at me. He was dressed in the same clothing he’d been wearing when he left Frankie’s the previous evening, and he looked like his entire world had fallen apart.

“You killed Frankie,” he said. “And Bob. I could maybe forgive Frankie, but not my brother. Now I’m gonna kill ya, and I’m gonna enjoy it.”

I was innocent of both those charges, but the chances of my convincing Willie of that were nonexistent. I had watched Destiny manipulate Frankie. I was pretty sure if she told Willie the sky was falling, he’d take cover.

As if to confirm my suspicions, Willie’s face took on a moonstruck look when Destiny called out from Elvis’s office, “What’s going on out there?”

“It’s Wes.” Willie turned his head toward the office. “I told you I heard something out here. I know you didn’t hear anything, but if we’re going to be together you’ve got to trust me, hon.”

While he was distracted, I looked down at my watch. By my figuring it had been more than fifteen minutes since I’d last spoken with Dom. If he didn’t make his move soon, it was going to be all over for me, and probably everyone else in the house. They couldn’t afford to leave witnesses.

I’d seen Destiny’s propensity for violence firsthand. I suspected she would let Willie do the dirty work before she got rid of him. I almost felt sorry for him. I knew what was in store for him when he was no longer useful.

Just when I thought I was going to be on my own Dom let out a hideous scream. This was followed by a loud crash from the other side of the house. Willie snapped his head in the direction of the noise and started moving toward the office.

It was now or never. If Willie got his wits back together, I was a dead man. I raised the sword, shouted, “Hey asshole,” and lunged across the room.

Willie was quick, but seemed confused. He swiveled his body toward me, raised his gun, and snapped off a shot. The sound was deafening, and something plucked at my pant leg. Before he could get off another shot I gave a flick of my wrist and brought the sword down.

The blade struck the barrel of the pistol sending it flying across the room. I then slammed the hilt of the sword into Willie’s face. Something crunched, Willie cried out, and slid to his knees spitting blood and broken teeth onto the floor.

I raised the sword over my head and was going in for the kill when three shots rang out from the other room. Tanya screamed, and I turned and started toward the office. Willie had more fortitude than I gave him credit for. He grabbed my leg, twisted it, and when I fell to the floor he scrambled on top of me.

“You son of a bitch.” He let out a triumphant yell, and reaching up he twisted his fingers into my hair. His eyes were wild and it felt like he was screwing my head off. When I tried to pull away he slammed my head against the floor. “You’re a dead man, Darling.”

My ears rang and I made an effort to raise the sword. The blade caught under the leg of the table. I felt helpless. Willie laughed at my efforts, and slammed my head against the floor again. He let go of my hair and I fought to throw him off me, but he hung on like a bronco rider glued to the saddle.

Reaching across my body he slapped the sword from my hand and moved his face close to mine, whispering, “I’m going to beat the living shit out of you, Darling. I’m going to do it for Frankie, and for my brother. After that, I’m going to have some fun with the darkie girl you seem to be so fond of before I kill her.” His breath was foul, and his lips were coated in his own blood. He reminded me of a killer clown that inhabited my nightmares when I was a child. I wondered if the nightmare would return after this night.

I tried again to buck him off. He backhanded me across the face and grabbed my ears. His blood and spittle drooled onto my face as he lifted my head and prepared to slam it a final time against the floor.

I felt light-headed and was having trouble catching my breath, but he was over confident. Focusing my thoughts on what would happen to Tanya if I died; I felt a surge of energy.

I waited until he reached the top of his arc, and then I snapped my head forward.

There was not a lot of strength behind the motion, but I heard his nose snap when my forehead connected. Willie cried out and loosened his grip on my ears. I kept pushing with everything I had left in me, and still I couldn’t shake him from my chest.