It was 7 P.M. and Charlie Asher had been at St. Francis Hospital for two hours, with no word of how Mrs. Korjev was doing, if the soul vessels had been safely moved, or what was going on with Audrey. He had called everyone, and no one had picked up. He suspected either they didn’t remember he was using Mike Sullivan’s phone, or someone was fucking with him. Strangely enough, despite having jettisoned the body that carried his original, beta-male DNA, he still had the personality of a beta, and its built-in, double-edged imagination, which, in addition to helping him anticipate and avoid danger, engendered a suspicion that someone, usually someone unknown and cleverly wicked, was fucking with him. Possibly, and even probably in this case, the mobile phone people.
Fortunately the hospital cafeteria had macaroni and cheese, so he was able to feed Sophie (their other vegan selection being Wood and Leaves with Suffering ). Now she was in the waiting room, sleeping next to Lily in one of the vinyl padded chairs designed so you wouldn’t sleep in them. She’d refused to go home with only Lily, but if he could reach Jane and Cassie, maybe he could get her out of here without waking her. Finally, a text buzzed into his phone from Jane. We’re on our way.
He walked over and slumped in the chair next to Lily.
“Something like this happens,” he said, “you realize you don’t really even know the people you know. She’s lived in my building for ten years. She’s helped me with Sophie since she was a baby. There are things I should have told her. There were things I wanted to ask her.”
Lily nodded, knowingly. “Like why she never had that thing taken off her lip?”
“No. Important things. Things so she’d know that she was important to me, to my family. Now…”
“You couldn’t have known.”
“I did know,” said Charlie. “And so did you. Which is why you should have stopped them from going out.”
“This is my fault?”
“No, but I’d prefer it if it were.”
“Fine. It’s on me.”
“You should never pass up an opportunity to be kind. You should never not thank someone. You should never not say something nice when you think it.”
“I don’t.”
“Okay, then.”
“You done?”
“I suppose so.” He slumped down farther in the chair. “You hear from Minty?”
“Not yet. But…” She nodded through the double-glass door, which Minty Fresh was approaching. “Tell him I was badass.”
“You were afraid to confront two old ladies.”
“Okay, tell him I was helpful.”
She had been helpful, in a way, in that she had broken into Mrs. Korjev’s apartment and found her matron’s address book so Charlie could call her sons, one who lived in Seattle, the other in Los Angeles.
Minty Fresh wore a black leather car coat with his usual ensemble of shades of green, but Rivera was wearing an ill-fitting tweed sport coat.
Charlie stood to meet them.
“The old lady okay?” said Minty Fresh.
“We don’t know. It was her heart,” said Charlie.
“But she’s hanging on?”
“So far. They won’t really talk to us—me—since I barely know her, officially. Maybe when Jane gets here.”
“Oh, right. You know that Chinese lady from your building is out on the front stoop. What’s she doing out there?”
“Pacing. They won’t let her bring her cart in and she won’t leave it.”
“Well, leave it in your car.”
“We came in a cab. Followed the ambulance.”
Minty Fresh shrugged.
Rivera said, “I can have a uniform unit take her home.”
“She won’t go,” said Charlie.
Minty looked to Lily.
“Why are you still here?”
Lily tilted her head toward the sleeping Sophie, saying, more or less, because of the kid, “I’m not going to leave town, M. Even if Jane and Cassie go. I have work tomorrow. I’m going to be on those lines if Mike calls in from the bridge.”
Minty Fresh tapped out three beats with his size sixteens, a habit he’d acquired from arguing with Lily over the last year. “Well, at least go to your mother’s place. Stay there tonight. There’s no way Lemon will know to look for you there, even if he’s been watching you.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” said Charlie. “ Lemon? This man in yellow that Sophie has been talking about is called Lemon ?”
Minty Fresh glanced around the waiting room, as if there might be some obvious explanation written on one of the pieces of innocuous motel art. “Well, yeah, that’s sort of a shorthand I made up, you know.” To Lily, he said, “Anyway, will you at least stay at your mother’s house and take a cab to work? Please.”
Looking at Rivera, Charlie said, “Would you guys run by the Buddhist Center and check on Audrey. I was on the phone when all this happened. We got disconnected and I haven’t been able to get hold of her.”
“We will,” said Rivera.
Charlie held out a key. “This is for the front door.”
Minty Fresh took it and turned on a heel. “We’ll call you in ten minutes.”
“Thanks,” Charlie said, and watched them go. He sat on the other side of Sophie and stroked her hair as she slept.
“He loves you, you know,” he said to Lily.
“Not going to discuss this with you.”
“Okay.”
They passed the next few minutes by not talking and not looking at people who were trying not to look at them, except for those who looked at Sophie, sleeping, and smiled. Charlie leafed through some magazines to distract himself, only to find that he was made more anxious by wondering what kind of sociopathic fuck-weasel would do all the puzzles in Highlights in pen. These monsters walk among us , he thought.
His phone buzzed. “She’s fine,” said Rivera.
“How is she fine? Why didn’t she call?”
“She said she dropped her phone and it broke and she didn’t have your new number written down anywhere. She left a message on your sister’s landline. She’s in the car with us. You want to talk to her?”
“Yes! Well, yes!”
“Hi, Charlie,” Audrey said. “Sorry. There was a little bit of a meltdown with the Squirrel People. Anyway, the inspector and Mr. Fresh are going to take me to your place, if that’s okay.”
“Sure.” He looked at Lily, mouthed, She’s okay. “Of course that’s okay, but I’ll be here awhile. Mrs. Korjev’s son is flying up from Los Angeles. We still haven’t heard on her condition other than she’s still critical.”
“I hope she’ll be okay. I have W.C. with me. He’s—well—the Squirrel People were mean to him.”
“Okay. I think there’s some mozzarella sticks in the fridge. I’ll be home as soon as I can. I was really hoping we could spend tonight together, since, you know, we may not get any more after tomorrow.”
“How could you say that? Don’t say that? You guys—” There was a muffled rustling on the line that sounded like she was holding the phone against her chest as she spoke to whoever was in the car.
A doctor came through the double doors in scrubs, head down, looking very serious. He headed right for Charlie, who dropped his phone in his lap.
Jane and Cassie parked in the emergency-only lane at the hospital. Jane stayed with the car while Cassie snuck into the waiting room to retrieve the sleeping Sophie, who hung in her arms like a snoring rag doll. Cassie emerged from the double doors just as Audrey was climbing out of Rivera’s unmarked police car, with a cat carrier containing Wiggly Charlie. Jane jumped out and herded Mrs. Ling down from the landing into the backseat of the car. Mrs. Ling’s cart stubbornly refused to fold up, so Jane chucked Wiggly Charlie’s cat carrier into the cart and fitted it into the backseat between Audrey and Mrs. Ling.
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