acting like a spineless nooky slave. But if you put it to that new cashier, then you got one up on your old lady. You can do what you want, when you want, and if she gets pissy and don't put out, you go back to your cashier. Your old lady has to try harder. There's competition. It's supply and demand. God bless America, it's nooky capitalism."
"I'm lost. I thought it was like watermelon farming."
"Whatever. Point is, you're whipped, Flood. You can't have no self-respect if you're whipped. And you can't have no fun." Simon turned on Tommy's street and pulled the truck over to the curb. "Something going on here."
There were four police cars parked in the street in front of the loft and a coroner's van was pulling away.
"Wait here," Tommy said. He got out of the car and walked toward the cops. A sharp-featured Hispanic cop in a suit met Tommy in the middle of the street. His badge wallet hung open from his belt; he was holding a plastic bag. Inside it Tommy saw a dog-eared copy of On the Road. He recognized the coffee stains on the cover.
"This street is closed, sir," the cop said. "Crime investigation."
"But I just live right there," Tommy said, pointing to the loft.
"Really," the cop said, raising an eyebrow. "Where are you coming from?"
"The fuck's going on here, pancho?" Simon said, coming up behind Tommy. "I got a truckful of dyin' turtles and I ain't got all damn day."
"Oh Christ," Tommy said, hanging his head.
Chapter 22
Chapter 22
A Nod to the Queen of the Damned
It only took five minutes to convince the police that Tommy had been at work all night and had seen nothing. Simon had done most of the talking. Tommy was so shocked to see his book in the cop's hand that he couldn't find the answers to even the simplest questions. He was, however, able to convince the cop that his shocked state came from a body having been found outside his apartment. Sometimes it paid to play on the "I just fell off the turnip truck from Indiana" image.
They hauled the turtles up the steps and set the crates on the floor in the kitchen area.
"Where's the little woman?" Simon asked, eyeing the huge chest freezer.
"Probably still sleeping," Tommy said. "Grab yourself a beer out of the fridge. I'll check on her."
Tommy palmed open the bedroom door, then slipped through and closed it behind him. He thought, I've got to keep Simon out of here. He's going to want Jody to get up and...
The bed was empty.
Tommy ran to the bathroom and looked in the tub, thinking that Jody might have been caught there at sunrise, but except for a rust ring, the tub was empty. He looked under the bed, found nothing but an old sock, then tore open the closet door and pushed the hanging clothes aside. Panic rose in his throat and came out in a scream of "No!"
"You okay in there?" Simon said from the kitchen.
"She's not here!"
Simon opened the door. "You got a nice crib here, Flood. You inherit some money or something?" Simon said. Then he spotted the panic on Tommy's face. "What's the matter?"
"She's not here."
"So, she probably went out early to get a doughnut or something."
"She can't go out during the day," Tommy said before he realized what he was saying. "I mean, she never goes out early."
"Don't sweat it. I thought you were going to teach me to read. Let's drink some beers and read some fucking books, okay?"
"No, I have to go look for her. She could be out in the sun..."
"Chill, Flood. She's fine. The worst that could happen is she's out with another guy. You might be a free man." Simon picked up a book from the stack by the bed. "Let's read this one. What's this one?"
Tommy wasn't listening. He was seeing Jody's burned body lying in a gutter somewhere. How could she let it happen? Didn't she check the almanac? He had to look for her. But where? You can't search a city the size of San Francisco.
Simon threw the book back on the stack and headed out of the bedroom, "Okay then, Slick, I'm out of here. Thanks for the beer."
"Okay," Tommy said. Then the idea of spending the day alone, waiting, threw him into another wave of panic. "No, Simon! Wait. We'll read."
"That one on the top of the stack," Simon said. "What's that one?"
Tommy picked it up. "The Vampire