Walter Mosley - Cinnamon Kiss

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It’s the Summer of Love, but anxiety, not libido, is at the forefront of Easy Rawlins’s thoughts. His daughter, Feather, has contracted a rare blood disease; to save her life, Easy must come up with $35,000 lickety-split. Predictably, his Watts pal Mouse has a surefire money-making plan that involves armed robbery. Rejecting that risky option, Easy tries his luck instead with a missing-persons job involving an eccentric lawyer and an alluring woman named Cinnamon Cargill. Indelible atmosphere; memorable characters; realistic suspense.
It is the Summer of Love and Easy Rawlins is contemplating robbing an armored car. It’s farther outside the law than Easy has ever traveled, but his daughter, Feather, needs a medical treatment that costs far more than Easy can earn or borrow in time.
And his friend Mouse tells him it’s a cinch. Then another friend, Saul Lynx, offers a job that might solve Easy’s problem without jail time. He has to track the disappearance of an eccentric, prominent attorney. His assistant of sorts, the beautiful “Cinnamon” Cargill, is gone as well. Easy can tell there is much more than he is being told-Robert Lee, his new employer, is as suspect as the man who disappeared. But his need overcomes all concerns, and he plunges into unfamiliar territory, from the newfound hippie enclaves to a vicious plot that stretches back to the battlefields of Europe.

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“Yes?” a sultry woman’s voice asked over an invisible intercom.

“It’s Saul and Mr. Rawlins.”

A buzzer sounded. Saul pulled open the gate and we entered onto an iron platform. The elevator vestibule was carved into the rock beneath the house. As soon as Saul closed the gate the platform began to move upward toward an opening at the first-floor level of the imposing structure. As we moved into the aperture a panel above us slid aside and we ascended into a large, well-appointed room.

The walls were mahogany bookshelves from floor to ceiling — and the ceiling was at least sixteen feet high. Beautifully bound books took up every space. I was reminded of Jackson Blue’s beach house, which had cheap shelves everywhere. His books for the most part were ratty and soiled, but they were well read and his library was probably larger.

Appearing before us as we rose was a white woman with tanned skin and copper hair. She wore a Chinese-style dress made of royal blue silk. It fitted her form and had no sleeves. Her eyes were somewhere between defiant and taunting and her bare arms had the strength of a woman who did things for herself. Her face was full and she had a black woman’s lips. The bones of her face made her features point downward like a lovely, earthward-bound arrowhead. Her eyes were light brown and a smile flitted around her lips as she regarded me regarding her beauty.

She would have been tall even if she were a man — nearly six feet. But unlike most tall women of that day, she didn’t let her shoulders slump and her backbone was erect. I made up my mind then and there that I would get on naked terms with her if it was at all possible.

She nodded and smiled and I believe she read the intentions in my gaze.

“Maya Adamant,” Saul Lynx said, “this is Ezekiel Rawlins.”

“Easy,” I said, extending a hand.

She held my hand a moment longer than necessary and then moved back so that we could step off of the platform.

“Saul,” she said. “Come in. Would you like a drink?”

“No, Maya. We’re in kind of a hurry. Easy’s daughter is sick and we need to get back as soon as possible.”

“Oh,” she said with a frown. “I hope it’s not serious.”

“It’s a blood condition,” I said, not intending to be so honest. “Not quite an infection but it really isn’t a virus either. The doctors in L.A. don’t know what to do.”

“There’s a clinic in Switzerland...,” she said, searching for the name.

“The Bonatelle,” I added.

Her smile broadened, as if I had just passed some kind of test. “Yes. That’s it. Have you spoken to them?”

“That’s why I’m here, Miss Adamant. The clinic needs cash and so I need to work.”

Her chest expanded then and an expression of delight came over her face.

“Come with me,” she said.

She led us toward a wide, carpeted staircase that stood at the far end of the library.

Saul looked at me and hunched his shoulders.

“I’ve never been above this floor before,” he whispered.

The room above was just as large as the one we had left. But where the library was dark with no windows, this room had a nearly white pine floor and three bay windows along each wall.

There were maybe a dozen large tables in this sun-drenched space. On each was a battle scene from the Civil War. In each tableau there were scores of small, hand-carved wooden figurines engaged in battle. The individual soldiers — tending cannon, engaged in hand-to-hand combat, down and wounded, down and dead — were compelling. The figurines had been carved for maximum emotional effect. On one table there was a platoon of Negro Union soldiers engaging a Confederate band.

“Amazing, aren’t they?” Maya asked from behind me. “Mr. Lee carves each one in a workroom in the attic. He has studied every aspect of the Civil War and has written a dozen monographs on the subject. He owns thousands of original documents from that period.”

“One wonders when he has time to be a detective with all that,” I said.

For a moment there was a deadness in Maya’s expression. I felt that I had hit a nerve, that maybe Bobby Lee really was a figment of someone’s imagination.

“Come into the office, Mr. Rawlins. Saul.”

We followed her past the miniature scenes of murder and mayhem made mythic. I wondered if anyone would ever make a carving of me slaughtering that young German soldier in the snow in suburban Düsseldorf.

Maya led us through a hand-carved yellow door that was painted with images of a naked island woman.

“Gauguin,” I said as she pushed the gaudy door open. “Your boss does paintings too?”

“This door is an original,” she said.

“Whoa” came unbidden from my lips.

The office was a nearly empty, windowless room with cherry floors. Along the white walls were a dozen tall lamps with frosted glass globes around the bulbs. These lamps were set before as many floor-to-ceiling cherry beams imbedded in the plaster walls. All the lights were on.

In the center of the room was an antique red lacquered Chinese desk that had four broad-bottomed chairs facing it, with one behind for our absentee host.

“Sit,” Maya Adamant said.

She settled in one of the visitors’ chairs and Saul and I followed suit.

“We’re looking for a woman,” she began, all business now.

“Who’s we?” I asked.

This brought on a disapproving frown.

“Mr. Lee.”

“That’s a he not a we, ” I said.

“All right,” she acquiesced. “Mr. Lee wants—”

“Do you own this house, Miss Adamant?”

Another frown. “No.”

“Easy,” Saul warned.

I held up my hand for his silence.

“You know, my mother, before she died, told me that I should never enter a man’s house without paying my respects.”

“I’ll be sure to tell Mr. Lee that you said hello,” she told me.

“It was a double thing with my mother,” I said, continuing with my train of thought. “On the one hand you didn’t want a man thinking that you were in his domicile doing mischief with his property or his wife—”

“Mr. Lee is not married,” Maya put in.

“And on the other hand,” I went on, “being of the darker persuasion, you wouldn’t want to be treated like a nigger or a slave.”

“Mr. Lee doesn’t meet with anyone who works for him,” she informed me.

“Come on, Easy,” Saul added. “I told you that.”

Ignoring my friend, I said, “And I don’t work for anyone I don’t meet with.”

“You’ve taken his money,” Maya reminded me.

“And I drove four hundred miles to tell him thank you.”

“I really don’t see the problem, Mr. Rawlins. I can brief you on the job at hand.”

“I could sit with you on a southern beach until the earth does a full circle, Miss Adamant. And I’m sure that I’d rather speak to you than to a man named after the number one Rebel general. But you have your orders from him and I got my mother’s demands. My mother is dead and so she can’t change her mind.”

In my peripheral vision I could see Saul throw his hands up in the air.

“I can’t take you to him,” Maya said with finality.

I stood up from my fine Chinese chair saying, “And I can’t raise the dead.”

I made ready to leave, knowing that I was being a fool. I needed that money and I knew how powerful white men could act. But still I couldn’t help myself. Hell, there was an armored car waiting for me in the state of Texas.

Thinking about the robbery, everything that could go wrong came back to me. So, standing there before my chair, I was torn between walking out and apologizing.

“Hold up there,” a man’s voice commanded.

I turned to see that a panel in the wall behind the lacquered desk had become a doorway.

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