We were in my car, on our way to Ernie's. It had stopped snowing, but the sky was moonless black, and the air had a bite to it.
"How'd it go with Albert?" I asked Diesel1.
"He didn't faint, but he wasn't real coherent. From what I can tell, he wants to get married, but the thought of the ceremony freaks him out. Apparently2 the poor guy's even tried getting hypnotized, but he still can't get down the aisle3."
"How about tranquilizers?"
"He said he tried them and had an allergic4 reaction and went gonzo."
"I talked to Valerie, and she pretty much told me the same thing. Not that I didn't know it already. He's really a sweet guy. He loves the kids, and he loves Valerie, and I know he would love being married. It's getting married that's the problem."
Diesel cruised down the street and pulled to the curb5 across from Ernie's.
"Is he in there?" I asked Diesel.
"I don't think so," Diesel said after a couple beats, "but it wouldn't hurt for you to take a look anyway."
I crossed the street, pushed through the big oak door into the warm pub, and hiked myself up onto a barstool. No trouble claiming a seat. Ernie's was an after-work place, not a Saturday night date destination, and it was eerily6 empty. A few regulars nursed drinks at the bar and numbly7 watched the overhead television. The tables were empty. The lone8 bartender ambled9 over to me.
"What'U it be?" he asked.
"I'm looking for a friend. He was here last night. Has a birthmark on his face. His name's Bernie."
"Yeah, I know the guy. Didn't know his name was Bernie. Not real talky. Pays in cash. He hasn't been in to-day. We get a different crowd during the week. Saturday and Sunday it's real slow. Were you supposed to meet him?"
"No. Just thought I might run into him."
I left the bar and returned to the car. "He's not there," I told Diesel. "The bartender said he hasn't seen him. Maybe we spooked him off this afternoon. Maybe he saw us walking around looking for him."
Diesel was behind the wheel with his phone in his hand. "I have a problem," he said. "Annie isn't answering. I check on her four times a day. This is the first time she hasn't an-swered."
"Maybe she's in the shower."
"She knows I call at this time. She's supposed to be there. I'm having a guy I know drop in on her. He lives in her building."
"Why aren't you staying with him?"
"He has a girl living with him. And he'd drive me nuts. You drive me nuts, too, but in a more interesting way."
Oh boy. "Do you think Beaner found Annie?"
Diesel did a palms-up. "Don't know."
Diesel's phone rang, and he looked at the readout. "It's Flash," he said to me.
"The guy in Annie's building?"
"Yeah."
A minute later, Diesel disconnected, put the car in gear, and pulled into the stream of traffic. "She isn't in the apart-ment. The door was locked. Nothing seemed to be dis-turbed."
"Did she take her purse?" I asked him.
Diesel looked at me blank-faced. "Don't know."
"Boots? Coat?"
"Don't know."
"Were the lights left on?"
"Don't know." He hung a U-turn and headed for the center of the city. "Let's go take a look."
Twenty minutes later, we were on a side street in down-town Trenton. Diesel used a passkey to get into an under-ground garage, parked the car, and we took the elevator to the seventh floor, leaving Bob in the car. There were four apartments on the floor. Diesel knocked on 704 and un-locked the door. We stepped inside and looked around.
Lights were on. There was a purse on the kitchen counter. Wallet and assorted11 junk inside the purse. No keys. I checked closets. No winter coat or jacket. No boots.
"Here's what I think," I said to Diesel. "She took her keys and winter coat, but she left her purse behind. So I think she stepped out for a moment and didn't intend to go far. Maybe she just needed air or wanted to walk a little. And then maybe something unexpected happened to her."
It was a nice apartment. Not fancy, but tastefully deco-rated and comfortable. Small kitchen, living room, dining alcove12, single bedroom, and bath.
"It's a pleasant apartment," I said to Diesel, "but I can see where Annie would get squirrelly after being cooped up here for a few days. Her phone wasn't in her purse. Why don't you try calling her phone again?"
Diesel dialed Annie on his cell. After a couple beats, we heard the phone ringing. We followed the sound to the bedroom and found her cell phone on the floor by the bed.
"I don't know what to think," I said to Diesel. "I take my phone everywhere with me. I don't know why she'd leave her phone here, except that it's on the floor so maybe it fell out of her pocket."
Diesel wrote a note on a sticky pad in the kitchen and pasted the note to the refrigerator. The message was
Simple. CALL ME IMMEDIATELY.
We locked up behind ourselves and took the elevator to the garage. We drove out to the street, and I had a genius idea. We were only two blocks away from the Pleasure Treasure. It was open until ten on Saturdays, and it proba-bly had a book Jeanine-the-Virgin would find helpful.
"Turn right at the next corner," I told Diesel. "There's a sex-toys store two blocks from here, and we might be able to find a book for Jeanine."
I could see Diesel smile in the dark car. "Just when I think my day's in the toilet you suggest a sex-toys store. Honey, you're a ray of sunshine."
"I hate to rain on your parade, but I know about this place because I made a bust13 here in the fall."
"Then let's hope this trip is more fun, because I could really use some fun."
Diesel parked in the small lot next to the store. I prom-ised Bob a bedtime snack if he'd be a good dog just a little longer, and Diesel and I went inside. We were the only shoppers. A solitary14 clerk was behind the counter reading a movie star magazine. She looked up when we entered and sucked in some air when she saw Diesel. She was in her twenties and completely punked-out with black-rimmed eyes and multiple piercings.
"Just browsing," I told her.
"Sure," she said. "Let me know if I can help."
Diesel followed me to the book section, selected a book, and thumbed through.
"Is it good?" I asked.
"Yeah, look at this," Diesel said. "Have you ever tried this?"
I looked at the picture. "That's got to be uncomfortable, if not impossible."
"Hey, pictures don't lie. They're doing it." He draped an arm around me and put his mouth to my ear. "I bet I could do it."
"You're a sick man. Maybe we should ask Raccoon Woman if she has a starter book. If we show this to Jeanine, she's li-able to check herself into a nunnery."
Diesel pulled another book off the shelf. "This looks more basic. It starts off with anatomy15. And there are pho-tographs… of everything. We should buy two of these."
It was sort of embarrassing to be looking at crotch shots with Diesel. "Sure," I said, "buy two." I glanced at my watch. "Jeez, look at the time. If we hurry we can catch the end of the game."
"What game is that?" Diesel wanted to know.
"I don't know. Any game."
Diesel moved to the video section. "We should get Jeanine a movie. They've got some good ones."
"No. No movies for Jeanine. Jeanine isn't into moaning, and they always do a lot of moaning in the movies."
"Moaning is fun," Diesel said.
I cut my eyes to him. "Do you moan?"
"Not usually."
"Why not?"
"I'd feel stupid."
"Exactly. Just pay for the books with your phony credit card and lets go home."
"Bet I could make you moan," Diesel said, smiling.
"I feel like moaning now," I told him. "And it has noth-ing to do with sex."
I unwrapped my scarf and hung it on a hook on the wall next to my front door. I draped my heavy winter jacket over the scarf and exchanged my snow boots for shearling slippers16.
"I can't believe you bought all that stuff," I said to Diesel.
"It's for Jeanine… unless you want to take something for a test drive."
"No."
"Are you sure? We've got a bag full of fun here. I bet we've got samples of every condom ever invented."
"No!"
Diesel set the bag on the kitchen counter and went to the refrigerator. He backed out with a couple beers. "You know what your problem is? You're too uptight17."
"I'm not uptight. I've got a boyfriend, and I don't mess around."
"Admirable, but this living arrangement would work better if you had fewer scruples," Diesel said. "I don't fit on the couch."
"Do you fit on the floor?"
"That's cruel," Diesel said.
I took a beer from him and unwrapped a loaf of bread that had been sitting on the counter. We made a stack of peanut butter sandwiches, gave one to Bob, and took the beer and the rest of the sandwiches into the living room and turned the television on.
"I want to know about Beaner," I said to Diesel. "What are his powers? What kind of chaos18 does he cause?"
"I'd like to tell you, but then I'd have to kill you…"
"Tell me anyway."
"I'd really rather not."
"Great. Don't tell me. I'll get the story from Mrs. Beaner tomorrow."
"Okay, I'll tell you," Diesel said, "but if you laugh, I swear I'll turn you into a toad19."
"You can't actually do that, can you?"
"The better question is, would I? And the answer is, no."
"About Beaner."
Diesel washed a sandwich down with half a beer. "He can give you a rash."
"A rash?"
"Yep."
"That's it?"
"Sweetie pie, this isn't any ordinary rash. It's the mother of all rashes. It makes you itch10 everywhere. It's nonstop torture for anywhere from three days to three weeks. It's related to poison sumac and looks like hives. Doesn't nec-essarily leave scars unless you start carving20 yourself up with a knife because you can't stand the itching21."
"Wow."
Diesel sunk low into the couch and closed his eyes. "Who am I trying to kid? It's a rash, for crying out loud. How bad can a rash be?" He pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes. "Used to be I tracked dangerous sexual de-viants and insane despots. Last time I was here I disabled a guy who shut down the northeast power grid22 at Christmas. That's the kind of stuff you can get your teeth into." He sunk lower and groaned23. "And now I'm hunting Mr. Itchy. Do you have any idea what this does for my image?"
"It's not good?"
"It's a nightmare. There's no way to even put a decent spin on it. Big bad Diesel is out to shut down a poor slob whose only claim to fame is his ability to give people hives."
I burst out laughing. "I like it."
I went to the kitchen and brought a bag of cookies back to Diesel. I opened the bag, and we each took a cookie and Bob got two.
"How does he do it?" I asked Diesel. "Is this some kind of contact skin disease?"
"I don't know how he does it. I've never actually seen it happen firsthand, but I know he can spread the rash with-out contact."
"Maybe Beaner would give Annie a rash, and be done with it. Maybe he just needs to get it out of his system," I said to Diesel.
Diesel shook his head. "He's nutso. He was stalking her, reinfecting her every chance he got. It was ugly. Annie had hives on top of hives."
"Tell me more about Beaner."
"He has some minor24 skills. He's good with mechanical things. Used to own a garage. Sold it last year and is sort of retired25. Probably was driving his wife nuts hanging around the house. He's pretty much a normal guy with the excep-tion of this rash thing. And until a week ago, it was com-pletely undercover. People would break out in unexplained hives, and that was the end of it. When his wife left, and he decided26 Annie was responsible, he went public. For the first couple days it was just directed at Annie, but then he lost control and started lashing27 out at random28 people whenever he got angry."
"Bummer."
"Yeah, big whoopitydo. Anyway, I was told to shut him down."
"You don't mean shut him down as in… permanently29?"
"Shut him down as in pull the plug on his power."
"You can do that?"
"I have ways."
I was curious about those ways, but I didn't think he'd tell me. And probably it was better not to know, so I ate two more cookies and shoved off the couch. "I'm going to bed. See you in the morning."
I woke up to the sun shining through the vertical30 crack in my bedroom curtain and a heavy arm draped across my chest. Diesel was sprawled31 next to me, looking more disreputable than ever with a four-day-old beard. Like I don't have enough problems with the men in my life, now I have a third guy crawling into my bed. Too much of a good thing. At least I was still wearing my pajamas32. That was comforting.
I eased away from Diesel, slithered from under the arm, and rolled out of bed. I grabbed some clean clothes, locked myself in the bathroom, and hopped33 into the shower. I had a full day ahead of me. Talk to Mrs. Beaner and check on Gary Martin, Charlene Klinger, and Larry Burlew. I had the Pleasure Treasure bag to take to Jeanine. And then there was Annie Hart. I was hoping Annie was back in her apart-ment, but I thought it was unlikely.
By the time I emerged from the bathroom, Diesel was out of bed, standing34 at my kitchen counter, eating a bowl of cereal.
"I fed and walked the dog," Diesel said. "I didn't know what to do about the rat."
"Hamster."
"Whatever."
I gave Rex fresh water, filled his bowl with hamster crunchies, and poured out some cereal for myself. "Have you heard from Annie?" I asked Diesel.
"No. She didn't answer when I called this morning, so I had Flash check on her apartment again. Still empty." He put his cereal bowl in the dishwasher. "I need to go solo this morning and try to get a fix on Annie. I'm going to jump in the shower and take off. I wrote Beaners wife's address on the pad on the counter. Her name is Betty. She's expecting you. I don't know how helpful she'll be, but you can give it a shot. I'll be on my cell. The number's also on the pad."
"Do you have a car?"
"I can get one."
Okay, I wasn't going to ask questions about that either.
I was standing at the counter, enjoying a second cup of coffee, when Diesel walked into the kitchen. His hair was still damp, and he smelled like my shower gel. He had his jacket on, and his scarf wound around his neck. "Catch up with you later," he said.
I blinked, and he was gone. Not magically. Out the door, down the hall, to the elevator.
I rinsed35 my cup and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I turned to leave the bathroom and bumped into Ranger36. I shrieked37 and jumped away.
"Didn't mean to startle you," he said.
Usually I sense Ranger behind me by the change in air pressure and the hint of desire. I wasn't paying attention today, and I was caught by surprise.
"Men keep sneaking38 up on me," I told him.
"I saw Diesel leave."
"Do you know Diesel?"
"From a distance," Ranger said. "Is Diesel a problem?"
"No more than usual. We're sort of working together."
"I have to go out of town for a couple days. Tank will be here. And I'll be on my cell. I need to talk to you when I get back." He brushed a light kiss across my lips and left.
"The man of mystery" I said to the closed door.
"I heard that," Ranger said from the other side.
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