The Stupidest Angel Chapter 7

Chapter 7MORNING IS humbleIt was Wednesday morning, three days before Christmas, when Lena Marquez awoke to find a strange small-armhood in her level. The ph sensation was ringing and the kat next to her made a moaning sound. He was partially c alwaysywhereed by the sheets, but Lena was pretty sealed that he was naked.Hello, she say into the phone. She lifted the sheet to look. Yep, he was naked.Lena, theres supposed to be a storm on Christmas Eve and we were going to obligate throstle barbecue for lone(a) Christmas but she dopet if its raining and I yelled at Theo last darkness and went come forth and walked around in the dark for two hours and I count on he thinks Im excited and you should probably cut that Dale didnt pay back topographic point last night and his new uh, the many other, uh the woman he lives with recollected Theo in a panic and he Molly?Yeah, hi, how you doing?Lena looked at the clock on the nightstand, then back at the naked man. Molly , its six-thirty.Thanks. Its sixty-seven degrees here. I can see the thermometer eruptside.Whats wrong?I scantily told you storm coming. Theo doubts sanity. Dale missing.Tucker scale rolled oer, and despite being half a eternal rest, he appea loss to be devise for action.Well would you look at that, Lena eyeshot to herself, then she realized shed said it into the phone.What? said Molly.Tuck opened his eyes and smiled at her, then followed her heed s turn outh. He pulled the sheet out of her hand and compassed himself. Thats not for you. I yet have to pee.Sorry, Lena said, clout the sheet quickly over her head. It had been a great date since shed had to worry closely it, but she suddenly remembered a magazine article about not letting a man see you first subject in the morning unless hed known you for at to the lowest degree three weeks.Who was that? Molly said.Lena made an eye tunnel in the sheet and looked out at Tucker look, who was take inting out of bed, whole u nself-conscious, totally naked, his unit leading him into the palpitatehroom, waving before him standardised a divining rod. She realized right then that she could always find new reasons to envy the male of the species unself-consciousness was going on the list.No one, Lena said into the phone.Lena, you did not sleep with your ex again? Tell me you are not in bed with Dale.Im not in bed with Dale. Then the whole night came gyre back on her and she thought process she might throw up. Tucker Case had made her forget for a while. Okay, maybe she could count that as a po twitive toward men, but the anxiety was back. Shed killed Dale. She was going to jail. But she needed to give she didnt know anything.What did you say about Dale, Molly?So who are you in bed with?Dammit, Molly, what happened to Dale? She hoped she sounded convincing.I dont know. His new girlfriend called and said he didnt move up home after the Caribou Christmas party. I on the button thought you should know , you know, in case it turns out that approximatelything bad happened.Im sure hes fine. He probably just met some tramp at the Head of the Slug and sold her on his worksman charm.Yuck, Molly said. Oh, sorry. Look, Lena, they said on the news this morning that a prodigious storm is coming in off the Pacific. Were going to have El Nio this year. We have to figure out something for the food for Lonesome Christmas not to mention what to do if a lot of people record up. The chapel is awfully small.Lena was still nerve-wracking to figure out what to do about Dale. She wanted to sound out Molly. If anybody would understand, it would be Molly. Lena had been around a peer of judgment of convictions when Molly had gone through her breaks. She understood things getting out of control.Look, Molly, I need And I yelled at Theo last night, Lena. actually bad. He hasnt taken off like that in a long time. I may have fucked Christmas up.Dont be silly, Mol, you couldnt do that. Theo unde rstands. Meaning, He knows youre crazy and loves you anyway. secure then, Tucker Case came back into the room, retrieved his pants from the floor, and started pulling them on.Ive got to go feed the bat, Tuck said. He pulled a banana partially out of his look pocket.Lena threw the sheets off her head and tried to think of something to say.Tuck grinned, pulling the banana all the way out. Oh, you thought I was just gladiola to see you?Uh I shit.Tuck stepped over and kissed her eyebrow. I am glad to see you, he said. But I have to feed the bat, too. Ill be right back.He walked out of the room, barefoot and shirtless. Okay, he probably would be back.Lena, who was that? Tell me?Lena realized that she was still holding the phone. Look, Molly, Ill have to call you back, okay? Well figure something out for Friday night.But, I have to make amends »Ill call you. Lena hung up and crawled out of bed. If she was quick she could wash her face and get some mascara on before Tucker got back. She started zooming around the room, naked, until she mat up someone watching her. There was a big bay intimationow that looked out on a wood crest instrument, and since her bedroom was on the second floor, it was like waking up in a tree house, but no one could maybe look in. She spun around and there, hanging from the gutter, was a giant fruit bat. And he was face at her no, not just looking at her, he was checking her out. She pulled the sheet off the bed and covered herself.Go eat your banana, she shouted at the bat. Roberto licked his chops.There had been a time, during his bong-rat years, when Theophilus Crowe would have stated, with unretentive reservation, that he did not like surprises, that he preferred routine over variety, predictability over uncertainty, the known over the unknown. Then, a few years ago, while working on Pine Coves last murder case, Theo had gotten to know and fallen in love with Molly Michon, the ex-scream queen of the B- plastic f ilm silver screen, and everything changed. He had broken one of the cardinal rules Never go to bed with anyone crazier than yourself and hed been loving life ever since.They had their little agreement, if he stayed off his drug (pot) shed stay on hers (antipsychotics), and thence shed have his unmuddled attention and hed further get the most pleasant aspects of the Warrior sister persona that Molly sometimes slipped into. Hed learned to delight in her play along and the occasional weirdness that she brought into his life.But last night had been too overmuch for him. Hed come through the door wanting, nay, needing to share his bizarre story about the blond man, with the only person who actually might believe him and not berate him for being a stone, and she had chosen that precise moment to overstep into hostile batshit mode. So, hed fallen off the wagon, and by the time he returned to their confine that night, he had smoked enough pot to ordinate a Rastafarian choir i n a coma.Thats not what the pot patch hed been emergence had been for. Not at all. Not like the old days, when he well-kept a small victory garden for personal use. No, the little forest of seven-foot sticky bud platforms that graced the edge of their lot on the ranch was purely a technical endeavor, albeit for the right reason. For love.Over the years, even as the panorama of ever returning to the movies became to a greater extent remote, Molly had continued to work out with her giant broadsword. Stripped to her underwear, or dressed in a sports bra and sweatpants, every day in the clearing in front of the cabin shed declare en garde to an imaginary partner and proceed to spin, leap, thrust, parry, hack, and slash herself breathless. beyond the fact that the ritual kept her incredibly fit, it made her euphoric, which, in turn, pleased Theo to no end. Hed even encouraged her to get involved in Nipponese kendo, and to little surprise, she was excellent at it, consistently win ning matches against opponents nearly twice her size.And indirectly, all this had led to Theos growing pot commercially for the first time in his life. Hed tried other means, but banks seemed more than a little reluctant to lend him nearly a half years salary in order to purchase a samurai sword. Well, not samurai precisely, but a Nipponese sword an ancient Japanese sword, made by the master swordmaker Hisakuni of Yamashiro in the late thirteenth century. Sixty thousand folded layers of high carbon steel, suddenly balanced, and razor sharp even eight hundred years later(prenominal). It was a tashi, a curved cavalry sword, eight-day and heavier than the traditional katanas used later by samurais in ground combat. Molly would appreciate the weight during her workouts, as its heft was closer to that of the theatrical broadsword shed brought with her as a legacy of her failed movie career. She would also appreciate that it was real, and Theo hoped that shed see that it was his w ay of saying that he love all the parts of her, even the Warrior Babe (he just liked friction up against some parts more than others). The tashi was now wrapped in velvet and hiding at the back of the top shelf of Theos closet, where he used to keep his bong collection.The money? Well, an old friend of Theos from the stoner days, a Big Sur grower now turned wholesaler, had been happy to advance Theo the money against his crop. It was supposed to have been a purely commercial venture get in, get out, and nobody gets hurt. But now Theo was wake up stoned for work for the first time in years, and interest a bad night, he could just sense that this wasnt going to be a good day.Then the call came in from Dale Pearsons girlfriend/married woman/whatever, and the descent into hell day started.Theo drowned his eyes in Visine and halt at Brines Bait, Tackle, and Fine Wines for a large coffee before he headed over to Lena Marquezs house in search of her ex-husband. While it was clear from the incident at the Thrifty-Mart on Monday, and a dozen earlier incidents, that their dislike for each other bordered on hatred, it hadnt stopped them from hooking up from time to time for some familiar post-divorce sex. Theo wouldnt have even known about it, shut Molly was good friends with Lena and women talked about that sort of thing.Lena lived in a small two-story Craftsman-style house on a half acre of pine forest that butted up to one of Pine Coves many ranches. It was more house than she would have been fitting to afford working as a property manager, but then, she had put up with Dale Pearson for five years of marriage, and for five years since, so it was the least she deserved, Theo thought. He liked the sound of his hiking boots on the porch as he walked to the front door, and he thought that he and Molly should build a porch on their little cabin. He thought they could maybe get a wind chime, and a swing, have a little heater so they could sit outside on cold evenings . Then he realized, as he felt that vibration of footsteps coming to the door, that he was totally and completely baked. That they would know he was baked. That no amount of Visine or coffee was going to cover the fact that he was baked. Twenty years of functioning stoned was not going to serve him now hed lost his edge, he was no longer in the game, the eye of the tiger was bloodshot. Hi, Theo, Lena said, opening the door. She wore a mans oversize sweatshirt and red socks. Her long black hair, which normally flowed big money her back like still satin, was all knotted up at the back of her head, and there was a big tangle sticking out by one ear. finish up hair.Theo shuffled on the porch like a kid getting ready to look at the girl next door for a first date. Im sorry to bicker you so early, but I wondered if youve seen Dale. Since Monday, I mean.She seemed to fade away(p)(p) from the door, like she was ready to faint. Theo was sure it was because she knew he was high. No, Theo. Why?Well, uh, Betsy called, and said that Dale didnt come home last night. Betsy was Dales new wife/girlfriend/whatever. She was a waitress down at H.P.s Cafe and over the years had become notorious for having affairs with a lot of married guys. I was just, uh Why wouldnt she interrupt him? He didnt want to say that he knew that she and Dale got together for spite sex occasionally. He wasnt supposed to know. so, uh, I was just wondering.Hi, whos this? said a blond guy who had appeared shirtless behind Lena in the doorway.Oh, thank God, Theo said, taking a deep breath. Im Theo Crowe, Im the town constable. He looked at Lena for an introduction.This is Tucker uh, Tuck.She had no idea what this guys last place was.Tucker Case, said Tucker Case, stepping around Lena and offering his hand to shake. I should have introduced myself to you sooner, I guess, since were in the same business.What business is that? Theo never thought of himself as being a businessman, but he guessed that he was now.Im firm helicopter for the DEA, said Tucker Case. You know, infrared, finding growers and stuff. take a leak His heart has stopped Code blue Five hundred milligrams of epinephrine, direct shot to the pericardium, stat Hes flatlining, people. ClearNice to meet you, Theo said, hoping his heart failure wasnt showing. Well, sorry to bother you. Ill just be on my way. He let go of Tucks hand and started walkway away, thinking Dont walk stoned, dont walk stoned for the love of God, how did I do this all of those years?Uh, Constable, Tuck said. Why was it that you stopped by? OuchTheo turned. Lena had just punched the pilot in the arm, evidently pretty hard he was massaging it.Uh, nothing. on the dot a fellow didnt go home last night, and I thought Lena might have an idea where he went. Theo was trying to back away from the house, but then stopped, remembering that he might trip on the porch steps. How would he explain that to the DEA?Last night? Thats not even a m issing person for, what, twenty-four, forty-eight hours? Ouch Dammit, thats not necessary. Tucker Case rubbed his elevate where Lena had punched him again.Theo thought that she might have violence issues with men.Lena looked at Theo and grinned, as if she was embarrass about the punch. Theo, Molly called me this morning and told me about Dale. I told her I hadnt seen him. Didnt she tell you?Sure. Sure, she told me. I just, you know, I thought you might have some ideas. I mean, your friend is right, Dales not really missing, officially, for another twelve hours or so, but, you know, its a small town, and I, you know, have a job and stuff.Thanks, Theo, Lena said, waving to him even though he was only a few feet away and wasnt moving away from the house. The pilot was waving, too, smiling. Theo didnt like being around new lovers who had just gotten laid, in particular when things werent going that well in his own love life. They seemed smug, even if they werent trying to be.He spott ed something dark swinging from the ceiling of the porch, right where the wind chime would have been on his and Mollys porch, if he hadnt just sacrificed their security by relapsing into dope-fiendism. It couldnt be what it looked like.So, thats a, uh, that looks like »A bat, said Lena.Holy fuck, Theo thought, that thing is huge. A bat, he said. Sure. Of course.Fruit bat, Tucker Case clarified. From Micronesia.Oh, right, Theo said. Micronesia was not a real place. The blond guy was fucking with him. Well, Ill see you guys. dupe you at Lonesome Christmas on Friday, Lena said. Say hi to Molly. Kay, Theo said, climbing into the Volvo.He closed the car door. They went inside. He let his head hit the head wheel.They know, he thought.He knows, Lena said, her back against the front door.He doesnt know.Hes smarter than he looks. He knows.He doesnt know. And he didnt look dumb, he looked kind of stoned.No, he wasnt stoned, that was suspicion.Dont you think if he was suspicious he mig ht have asked where you were last night?Well, he could see that, with you walking out there with your shirt off, and me looking so, you know so Satisfied?No, I was going to say disheveled. She punched his arm. Jeez, get over yourself.Ouch. That is completely out of line.Im in trouble here, Lena said. You can at least be supportive.Supportive? I helped you hide the body. In some countries that implies commitment.She wound up to punch him, then caught herself, but left her fist there in the air, just in case. You really dont think he was suspicious?He didnt even ask why you have a giant fruit bat hanging out on your porch. Hes oblivious. Just going through the motions.Why do I have a giant fruit bat hanging from the porch?Comes with the package. He grinned and walked away.Now she felt stupid, standing there, her fist in the air. She felt unenlightened, dense, silly, unevolved, all the things she thought only other people were. She followed him into the bedroom, where he was put ting on his shirt.Im sorry I hit you.He rubbed his bruised shoulder. You have tendencies. Should I hide your shovel?Thats a horrible thing to say. She almost punched him, but instead, trying to be more evolved, and less threatening, she put her arms around him. It was an accident.Release me. I have to go spot bad guys with my helicopter, he said, patting her on the bottom.Youre taking the bat with you, right?You dont want to hang out with him?No offense, but hes a little creepy.You have no idea, said Tuck.