John Locke - Vegas Moon

“I figured that out when I turned on the TV.”

“I tried to call. Wanted to take you with me.”

I look at Carmine. He waves at me like, Go ahead, don’t mind me. Please, finish your call.

“I turned off my phone,” Callie says.

“I know. But it was off longer than I expected.”

“I followed her.”

I think a minute, then realize she’s talking about her life partner, Eva LeSage. I remember Callie telling me she’d put a tracking device in Eva’s car.

“What happened?” I say.

“I followed her to someone’s house.”

I get a cold chill.

Callie says, “Lucky Peters’. I passed by a couple of times, tried to call you, see what you wanted me to do…” her voice trails off.

“And then?”

“I snapped.”

“Define snapped.”

“I killed the gate guards, broke in the front door, followed the music to the bedroom. Kicked in the door, saw Eva fucking Lucky.”

“Where was…” I look at Carmine. I don’t want to say Gwen’s name.

“Gwen?”

“Yeah.”

“She was there, too.”

I close my eyes.

“I’m sorry, Donovan. I couldn’t help it.”

“Give me five minutes.”

“You coming over? Or calling me back?”

“Both.”

“Should I arm myself?”

“No. Of course not.”

She pauses.

I say, “You don’t trust me?”

She says, “Do you trust me?”

I think about it a few seconds. And a few seconds more. “Yes.”

“Thanks, Donovan.”

“And you?”

“Do I trust you?” she says.

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Figures.”

I hang up.

Carmine says, “If that was good news, you haven’t notified your face.”

“The news was bad for me, good for you,” I say.

“Sorry. Sort of.”

“I don’t have it on me,” I say, “but I’ll see that you get your money back.”

“What money?”

“The fifty grand Gwen owes you.”

He looks at me with surprise. “She’s alive?”

“No. But I don’t want her memory tarnished.”

Carmine looks at me with what might be tears in his eyes. “You’re a good man. I think if you pay me the fifty G’s, I won’t have you killed.”

I look into his tear-stained eyes and say, “I’ll pay you a hundred if you promise to try.”

He does a double-take.

“What kind of crazy fuckin’ guy are you?” he says.

“How about it?”

“Fuck no! Just give me the fifty and get the fuck outta my life. No disrespect.”

48.

“You found Eva fucking Lucky,” I say, while driving toward Callie’s.

“Did you know it was going on?”

“Of course not. I mean, Gwen said a woman named Maddie came over from time to time. But I had no idea it was Eva.”

“How long had it been going on?”

“I don’t know. A few months at most.”

“Where did they meet?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know anything more than I’ve told you, except that Gwen used to participate. When she was in the mood.”

Neither of us speaks for a minute. I listen to the sound my tires make as they roll over tar patches on the road.

Finally I say, “Tell me what happened.”

“I left the guards out front, knew I didn’t have much time. Eva started begging for her life. She was naked, on her knees, head bowed…it was pitiful. But I was furious, you know?”

“I know.”

I also know that Callie never leaves any loose ends. If she killed Eva, she killed Lucky. And if she killed Lucky, she killed Gwen. Callie never leaves anyone alive who can identify her.

She’d kill the fucking rooster, if she thought it could talk.

“You executed Eva,” I say.

“Eventually.”

“Eventually?”

“After I stopped laughing.”

“You laughed?”

“She looked so ridiculous! I don’t know, Donovan. When you’re not part of the sex, it all looks so…silly.”

“On the news it said they found four bodies.”

“Right.”

“You took Eva with you.”

“No. I wanted the world to see what she was doing. And the pig she was doing it with.”

“What did you do to Gwen?”

“You’re going to be very angry.”

49.

“What did you do to Gwen?” I repeat.

“How close were you? Had you already fallen in love?”

“We were as close as two people can become in the space of a day.”

“You know how absurd that sounds, don’t you?”

“Story of my life. Look, I’m not mad at you. You mean…everything to me. We go way back. I’ve already lost Quinn, lost Lou for all practical purposes, can’t trust Darwin. You’re all I have. And even you don’t trust me.”

She sighs. “If I knew you were going to make a speech I would’ve made popcorn.”

“Funny.”

“Cut to the chase, Donovan.”

“I really cared about her. But there’s more.”

“Tell me.”

“You remember the device I’ve been looking for?”

“Of course.”

“I’m certain Phyllis buried it in one of Gwen’s implants.”

“What?”

“When she did her boob job.”

Callie laughs. “That’s hilarious! What a perfect way to get back at her and Lucky.”

“You understand it?”

“I’m a woman, remember?”

“I do.”

“And now you want to recover the device.”

“If I can. Where’s Gwen’s body?”

“In the trunk of my car.”

“I’ll be there in five.”

“I’ll meet you in the garage.”

The last five minutes of my drive to Callie’s were difficult. I’m a Time Saver, a person who captures special moments in his life, stores them in his brain, and can replay them with precision. I didn’t take the time to properly save my moments with Gwen these past couple of days. In truth, I didn’t know how special they were going to be. So, for the next few minutes, I focus on the highlights.

I think about the first time I saw her wearing that silly pink t-shirt that said Eat Me! if you read it a certain way. I smile, thinking about Fast Eddie and his plastic wife, Surrey, and how Gwen schooled me about the odds she’d memorized. I’ll keep the memory of how she called Lucky a bullshit artist. I’m sad, now, thinking about her look of despair when Eddie told Hampton to be gentle, because the money was more important to him than her dignity. I’ll never forget the look it put in Gwen’s eyes. I know I’ll disappoint my share of women over the course of my life. But I’ll never give a woman cause to show me a look like the one I saw on Gwen’s face when Hampton tried to make his move. I think about that some more, and feel that twitch I get sometimes before bad things happen. It’s at this moment I think I’ll kill Hampton on my way out of town, after burying Gwen on the vacant commercial lot, right smack under the sign that says, Vegas Moon. Named after me, Gwen had said, and now I know why.

I’m going to be buried there someday, she’d said. And you have to respect my dying wish.

I will respect it, sweetheart.

I’ll have her cremated, then I’ll dig a trench under the sign while Callie stands guard. I’ll sprinkle Gwen’s ashes in it, say a few words, and fill the hole back in with my hands. I’ll kiss the ground that covers her, too.

I think about how Gwen gave me luke-warm sex the first time, and hot, wild, monkey sex after deciding I had enough power to kill the mob boss that was threatening her. The look on her face when she had to have it is something I’ll never forget. I’m smiling now, thinking about it. And the sex that final time? Let me just say this: could a man possibly die a better death than from getting the best sex a woman can give? –If you say yes, I’m happy for you. But keep it to yourself. No, strike that. I want to hear what you come up with. Whatever it is, I’ll take Gwen and give you odds: 2,000 to 1.