body read 1 a.m.
Why did I wake up so late? I've got to find Tommy and find out what happened.
She picked up her panties from the floor and wiggled into them. The panty hose she left where they lay, instead looking around for her shoes. She didn't see them. She didn't see her purse anywhere either.
Money. I'm going to need cab fare.
She crouched by Gilbert's body and rifled through his pockets, coming up with thirty dollars and some change. Almost as an afterthought she tucked his exposed member back into his pants and zipped him up.
"I did that for your family, not for you," she said. Then thought, I'm getting worse than Tommy, talking to dead people.
She started toward the door, then stopped and looked at the wall of drawers. The scenario cane over her like a sudden sneeze.
Tommy is probably in one of those drawers. The vampire killed him, and when the coroner came, they thought I was dead too. But why did he spare me? And why did it take so long to wake up? Maybe it was that med student. Maybe when I missed the meeting he told the cops when to find me. But he didn't know how to find me.
She went though the glass doors and down the hall where she stopped at the phone and called the loft. No answer. She dialed the Marina Safeway's number.
"Marina Safeway." She recognized Simon McQueen's drawl.
"Simon, this is Jody. I need to talk to Tommy."
"Who? Who did you say you were?"
"It's Jody. Tommy's girlfriend. I need to speak to him."
Simon was quiet for a moment. When he finally spoke, his voice was an octave lower. "You don't know where Flood is?"
"He's not there?"
"Nope."
"Is he okay?"
"In a manner of speakin', he's okay. What about you? You feelin' all right?"
"Yes, Simon, I'm fine. Where's Tommy?"
"Well, ain't you a wonder. You're sure you feel okay?"
"Yes. Where's Tommy?"
"I can't tell you over the phone. I'll come get you. Where are you?"
"I'm not sure; just a second." Jody ran to the front door. The address was printed on the glass. She went back to the phone and gave Simon an address two blocks away.
"Let me get someone to cover my section. I'll be there in a half hour."
"Thanks, Simon." Jody hung up. What in the hell was going on?
While she waited for Simon to arrive, Jody parried the propositions of two guys in a Mercedes who had mistaken her for a hooker. Not an unreasonable mistake considering she was standing barefoot on a back street in a low-cut cocktail dress on a cold San Francisco night. Finally, when she told them she was an undercover cop, their resolve softened and they drove off hanging their heads.
Simon rounded the corner five minutes later and skidded to a stop in a cloud of smoking rubber and testosterone. He threw the door open for her.
"Get in."
Jody leaped into the passenger seat. Simon seemed a little surprised that she hadn't used the two steps mounted under the door. "You're steppin' high tonight, darlin'," Simon said.
Jody closed the door. "Where's Tommy?"
"Hold your horses, I'll take you to him." Simon put the truck in gear and roared off. "You sure you're feeling all right?"
"Yes, I'm fine. Why couldn't you tell me what happened to Tommy on the phone?"
"Well, he's hiding out. Seems the police want him for some murders."
"The Whiplash murders?"
"Those be the ones." Simon looked at her. "Ain't you cold?"
"Oh, I lost my coat."
"And shoes?"
"Yes, and shoes. Some guys were chasing me." Jody knew she didn't sound very convincing.
They were headed down Market toward the Bay Bridge. Simon grinned and pushed his black Stetson back on his head. "You don't get cold, do you, darlin'?"
"What do you mean?"
Simon hit the electric-lock button; Jody heard the lock go thunk at her side. Simon said, "You don't get hot either, do you? Or sick. Do you get sick?"
Jody hugged the door handle. "What are you getting at, Simon?"
Simon reached inside his jacket and came out with a Colt Python revolver. He pointed it at her and cocked it. "Now I know bullets might not kill you, but I'll bet they hurt like hell. And I put some little wood pegs in the hollow points just in case that does the job."
Jody had no idea what a bullet would do to her and she didn't want to find out. "What do you want, Simon?"
Simon pulled the truck into an alley and switched off the engine. "Couple of things. I don't know