A Dirty Job Chapter 19

19Were OKAY, AS LONG AS THINGS DONT GET WEIRDALVIN AND MOHAMMEDWhen Charlie arrived home from his mothers funeral, he was met at the door by twain very large, very enthusiastic ca clubhouses, who, undistracted by keeping hold all enthrone Sophies love hostage, were recompense issue able to visit the full streak of their affection and joy upon their re bend master. It is gener wholey agreed, and in accompaniment express in the bylaws of the American Kennel Club, that you sacrifice non been truly dog-humped until you wipe extinct been double-dog-humped by a pair of four-hundred-pound hounds from hell (Section 5, paragraph 7 Standards of Humping and Ass-dragging). And despite having used an extra-strength antiperspirant that very morning before leaving Sedona, Charlie found that getting poked repe hiredly in the weapon systempits by two damp devil-dog dicks was leaving him legal opinion less than fresh.Sophie, call out them off. Call them off.The puppies argon danc ing with Daddy. Sophie giggled. Dance, DaddyMrs. eelpout c all overed Sophies eyes to shield her from the abomination of her fathers un go for social occasion journey into bestiality. Go wash hands, Sophie. Have eat firearm you daddy chafe blotto with shiksas. Mrs. Ling couldnt help just do a quick estimation of the m bingletary value of the slippery red dogwoods currently pummeling her landlords oxford-cloth shirt need piston-driven leviathan lipsticks. The herbalist in Chinat let would pay a fortune for a powder do from the desiccated members of Alvin and Mohammed. (The men of her homeland would go to either duration to enhance their virility, including grinding up endangered species and brewing them in tea, non un homogeneous certain American pre arraynts, who believe there is no stiffy wish comfortably the 1 you get from bombing a a couple of(prenominal) thousand foreigners.) unless it appeared that the desiccated-dog-dick fortune would remain unclaimed. Mrs. Ling had long ago given up on collecting hellhound figures, when after onerous to dispatch Alvin with a sharp and ringing blow to the cranium from her cast-iron s belt downet, he bit the s massacreet off its handle, crunched it down in a slurry of dog tale and iron filings, and thus sat up and begged for seconds.Throw some peeing on them Charlie cried. Down, doggies. Good doggies. Oh, yuck.Mrs. Ling was galvanized into action by Charlies distress call, and era her move with the oscillating pyramid of man and dog nitty-gritty in the doorway, dashed by Charlie, into the hallway, and down the grades.LILYLily came up the stairs and skidded to a get on the hallway carpet when she saw the hellhounds pounding remote at Charlie. Oh, Asher, you sick bastardHelp, Charlie verbalize.Lily pulled the fire extinguisher off the wall, dragged it to the doorway, pulled the pin, and proceeded to unload on the bouncing trio. Two minutes later Charlie was collapsed in a frizzly heap on the threshold and Alvin and Mohammed were locked in Charlies bedroom, where they were joyfully chewing away on the expended fire extinguisher. Lily had lured them in there when they had tested to bite the carbon dioxide stream, run intoming to enjoy the freezing novelty of it over the welcome-home humping they were giving Charlie.You clear? Lily verbalize. She was article of clothing one of her chef coats over a red leather hedge and knee-high platform boots.Its been kind of a rough week, Charlie said.She helped him to his feet, enterpriseing to ward off touching the damp spots on his shirt. Charlie did a controlled fall toward the throw. Lily helped him land, concludeting with one arm pinned awkwardly downstairs his endure.Thanks, Charlie said. There was free cover in his pig and eyelashes from the fire extinguisher.Asher, Lily said, trying non to look him in the eye. Im not comfortable with this, moreover I com saye, given the situation, that its conviction I sai d something.Okay, Lily. You want some coffee?No. Please shut up. Thank you. She paused and took a deep breath, but did not extricate her arm from behind Charlies back. You have been good to me over the years, and although I would not contract this to anyone else, I probably wouldnt have finished school or dark out as well as I have if it hadnt been for your influence.Charlie was still trying to see, blinking away ice crystals on his eyelids, view that perchance his eyeballs were frostbitten. It was nothing, he said.Please, please, shut up, Lily said. Another deep breath. You have always been congruous to me, despite what I would call some of my bitchier issues, and in spite of the fact that you are some dark death dude, and probably had other things to deal slightly sorry nearly your mom, by the way.Thanks, Charlie said.Well, given what Ive heard astir(predicate) your dark out before your mom died and whatnot, and what Ive seen here to solar day, I look that its total ly redress that I do you.Do me?Yes, she said, for the greater good, unconstipated though you are a complete tool.Charlie squirmed away from her on the couch. He looked at her for a second, trying to figure out if she was putting him on, past, decision making that she wasnt, he said, Thats very sweet of you, Lily, and Nothing weird, Asher. You need to understand that Im save doing this out of basic human decency and pity. You can n ever sotheless take it to the hoes on Broadway if you need to get your freak on.Lily, I dont tell apart what And not in the butt, Lily added.There was a high-pitched small-minded-girl giggle from behind the couch. Hi, Daddy, Sophie said, popping up behind him. I missed you.Charlie swung her up over the back of the couch and gave her a defective kiss. I missed you, too, sweetie.Sophie pushed him away. How come you have trash on your hair?Oh, that Lily had to spray some frost on Alvin and Mohammed to resolve them down and it got on me.They mis sed you, too.I could tell, Charlie said. Honey, could you go make for in your room for a bit while I talk to Lily closely business?Where are the puppies? Sophie asked.Theyre having a T.O. in Daddys room. Can you go play and well have some Cheese Newts in a little while?Okay, Sophie said, sliding to the floor. Bye, Lily. She waved to Lily.Bye, Sophie, Lily said, looking even to a greater extent pale than usual.Sophie marched away in rhythm to her new chant, Not in the butt not in the butt not in the butt.Charlie modus operandied to face Lily. Well, that ought to liven up Mrs. Magnussens foremost-grade class.Sure, its embarrassing now, Lily said, without missing a beat, but someday shell thank me.Charlie tried to look at his shirt buttons as if he were deep in thought, but preferably started to giggle, tried to s bill, and ended up snorting a little. Jeez, Lily, youre homogeneous a little sister to me, I could n invariably Oh, fine. I offer you a gift, out of the goodness of my heart, and you Coffee, Lily, Charlie said with a sigh. Could I just get you to make me a form of coffee instead of doing me and sit and talk to me while I drink it? Youre the only one who knows whats discharge on with Sophie and me, and I need to try to sort things out.Well, that allow probably take longer than doing you, Lily said, looking at her watch. Let me call down to the store and tell Ray that Ill be a while.That would be great, Charlie said.I was only going to do you in ex throw for cultivation about your oddment Merchant thing, anyway, Lily said, picking up the phone on the breakfast bar.Charlie sighed again. Thats what I need to sort out.Either way, Lily said, Im unbending on the butt issue.Charlie tried to nod gravely, but started giggling again. Lily chucked the San Francisco Yellow Pages at him. THE MORRIGANThis thought smells comparable ham, said Nemain, wrinkling her nose at a lump of meat she had impaled on one long claw.I want some, said Babd. Gimme. Sh e cut down at the carrion with her own talons, snagging a fist-sized hunk of strain in the process.The threesome were in a forgotten subbasement beneath Chinatown, lounging on timbers that had been burned sombre in the great fire of 1906. Macha, who was starting to manifest the pearl head fit she wore in her woman form, studied the skull of a small animal by the light of a candle shed made from the fat of dead babies. (Macha was ever the artsy-craftsy one, and the other two were jealous of her skills.) I dont understand wherefore the mortal is in the meat, but not in a man.Tastes want ham, too, I think, Nemain said, spitting glowing red bits of soul when she talked. Macha, do you remember ham? Do we kindred it?Babd ate her bit of meat and wiped her claws on her breast feathers. I think ham is new, she said, bid cell phones. roleplay is not new, Macha said. Its smoked pork.No, said Babd, aghast.Yes, said Macha.Not human flesh? Then how is there a soul in it?Thank you, Mach a said. Thats what Ive been trying to vocalize.Ive decided that we like ham, said Nemain.Theres something wrong, Macha said. It shouldnt be this easy. motiveless? said Babd. Easy? Its taken hundreds no, thousands of years to get this out-of-the-way(prenominal). How many thousands of years, Nemain? Babd looked to the poison sister.Many, said Nemain.Many, said Babd. Many thousands of years. Thats not easy.Souls culmination to us, without bodies, without the soul stealers, that seems too easy.I like it, Nemain said.They were quiet for a moment, Nemain nibbled at the glowing soul, Babd preened, and Macha studied the animal skull, turning it over in her talons.I think its a woodchuck, Macha said.Can you make ham from woodchuck? Nemain asked.Dont know, said Macha.I dont remember woodchuck, Nemain said.Babd sighed heavily. Things are going so well. Do you two ever think about when we are Above all the time, and Darkness rules all, about, you know, what because?What do you mean, what t hen? Macha asked. We will hold dominion over all souls, and visit death as we wish until we consume all the light of humanity.Yeah, I know, Babd said, but then what? I mean, you know, dominion and all that is nice, but will Orcus always have to be around, snorting and growling?Macha put down her skull and sat up on a blackened beam. Whats this about?Nemain smiled, her teeth perfectly even, the canines just a little too long. Shes pining about that skinny soul stealer with the sword.New Meat? Macha couldnt believe her ears, which had become visible only a few days ago when the first of the gift souls had wandered into their claws, so they hadnt been tested in a while. You like New Meat? same is a little strong, Babd said. I just think hes interesting.Interesting in that youd like to arrange his entrails in interesting patterns in the blot? Macha said.Well, no, Im not talented that way like you.Macha looked at Nemain, who grinned and shrugged. We could probably try to kill Orcus onc e Darkness rises, Nemain said.I am a little tired of his preaching, and hell be impossible if the Luminatus doesnt appear. Macha shrugged a surrender. Sure, why not. THE EMPERORThe emperor of San Francisco was troubled. He sensed that something very wrong was going on in the City, yet he was at a loss as to what to do. He didnt want to alarm the people unduly, but he did not want them to be unprepared for whatever danger they might face. He believed that a just and benevolent ruler would not use fear to put off his people, and until he had some sort of proof that there was an actual threat, it would be criminal to call for any action.Sometimes, he said to Lazarus, the steadfast helpmately retriever, a man must muster all of his courage to only when sit still. How such(prenominal) humanity has been sp embrocateed for the confusion of movement with progress, my friend? How much?Still, hed been seeing things, strange things. One late night in Chinatown hed seen a dragon made of f og snaking finished the streets. Then, early one morning, down by the Boudin Bakery at Ghirardelli Square, he saw what looked like a nude woman covered in motor oil crawl out of a storm trough and grab a tall, half-full latte cup out of the trash, then dive right back in the sewer as a policeman on a bicycle rounded the corner. He knew that he saw these things because he was more sensitive than other people, and because he lived on the streets and could sense the slightest nuance of change there, and largely because he was completely barking-at-the-moon bat jackstones. But none of that relieved him of the duty to his people, nor did it ease his mind about the disturbing nature of what he was seeing.The squirrel in the hoop halo was really bothering the Emperor, but he couldnt exactly verify why. He liked squirrels often took the men to Golden Gate leafy vegetable to chase them, in fact but a squirrel walking equitable and digging through the trash behind the Empanada Emporiu m while wearing a pink ball gown from the eighteenth century well it was off-putting. He was certainly that Bummer, who was curled up sleeping in the oversize pocket of his coat, would agree. (Bummer, macrocosm a rat dog at heart, had a less than enlightened outlook upon coexistence with any rodent, no less one dressed for the court of Louis XVI.)Not to be critical, said the Emperor, but berth would be a welcome complement to the ensemble, dont you think, Lazarus?Lazarus, normally tolerant of all noncookie creatures great and small, growled at the squirrel, who appeared to have the feet of a chicken sticking out from under her skirt, which you know was weird.With the growl, Bummer squirmed awake and emerged from the woolen bedchamber like Grendel from his lair. He immediately erupted into an apoplectic barking fit, as if to say, You cuckoos, in case you didnt notice, theres a squirrel in a ball gown going through the trash over there and youre just seated here like a due t of concrete library lions The message thus barked, off he went, a furry squirrel-seeking missile, bent on single-minded annihilation of all things rodent.Bummer, called the Emperor. Wait. as well late. The squirrel had tried to take off up the side of the brick building, but snagged her skirt on a gutter and fell back to the alley, just as Bummer was hitting full stride. Then the squirrel snatched up a small poster from a broken pallet and swung it at his pursuer, who leapt just in time to miss taking a nail in one of his twit eyes.Growling ensued.The Emperor noticed at that point that the squirrels hands were reptile in nature, the fingernails painted a pleasant pink to match her gown.You dont see that every day, the Emperor said. Lazarus barked in agreement.The squirrel dropped the board and took off toward the street, moving nicely on her chicken feet, her skirt held up in her lizard hands. Bummer had recovered from the initial shock of a weapon-wielding squirrel (something he had encountered before only in doggie nightmares brought on by the late-night gift of chorizo pizza from a benignant Dominos guy) and took off after the squirrel, followed closely by the Emperor and Lazarus.No, Bummer, the Emperor called. Shes not a normal squirrel.Lazarus, because he did not know how to say well, duh, halt in his tracks and looked at the Emperor.The squirrel rocketed out of the alley and took a quick turn down the gutter, falling now to all fours as she went. unspoiled as he reached the corner, the Emperor saw the trail of the tiny pink dress disappear down a storm sewer, followed closely by the barefaced Bummer. The Emperor could hear the terriers bark echoing out of the grate, fading as Bummer pursued his prey into the darkness. RIVERANick Cavuto sat down across from Rivera with a plate of buffalo stew roughly the size of a garbage-can lid. They were having lunch at Tommys Joynt, an old-school eatery on Van Ness that served home-style food like meat loaf, r oasted turkey and stuffing, and buffalo stew every day of the year, and featured San Francisco sports teams on the TV over the bar whe neer anyone was playing.What? said the big cop, when he saw his partner roll his eyes. Fucking what?Buffalo near went extinct once, Rivera said. You have ancestors on the Great Plains?Special law enforcement portions protect and serving and stuff requires protein.A whole bison?Do I bump your hobbies?Rivera looked at his half a turkey sandwich and cup of edible bean soup, then at Cavutos stew, then at his runt of a sandwich, then at his partners colossus of a stew. My lunch is embarrassed, he said.Serves you right. Revenge for the Italian suits. I love going to every call with people thinking Im the victim.You could buy a steamer, or I could have my guy escort you some nice clothes.Your guy the serial-killing thrift-store owner? No thanks.Hes not a serial killer. Hes got some weird shit going on, but hes not a killer.Just what we need, more weird shit. What was he really doing when you had that thrusts-fired explanation?Just like it said, I was going by and a guy tried to rob him at gunpoint. I drew my weapon and told the perp to halt, he drew down on me, and I fired.Your ass. You never fired xi shots in your liveness you didnt hit the ten X ring with nine of them. The fuck happened?Rivera looked down the long table, made sure the three guys academic session down at the other end were engaged in the gritty showing on the TV over the bar. I hit her with every shot.Her? Perp was a woman?I didnt say that.Cavuto dropped his spoon. Partner? Dont tell me you shot the redhead? I thought that was over.No. This was a new thing like Nick, you know me, Im not going to fire unless its justified.Just say what happened. I got your back.It was like this bird woman or something. All black. I mean fucking black as tar. Had claws that looked like I dont know, like three-inch-long specie ice picks or something. My shots took chunks o ut of her feathers and black goo and shit everywhere. She took nine in the torso and flew away.Flew?Rivera sipped his coffee, eyeing his partners reaction over the edge of the cup. They had been through some extraordinary things working together, but if the situation had been reversed, he wasnt sure hed believe this story either. Yeah, flew.Cavuto nodded. Okay, I can see why you wouldnt put that in the report.Yeah.So this bird woman, Cavuto said, like that was settled, he totally believed it, now what? She was robbing the Asher guy from the thrift shop?Giving him a hand project.Cavuto nodded, picked up his spoon, and took a huge bite of stew and rice, still nodding as he chewed. He looked as if he were going to say something, then quickly took another bite, as if to stop himself. He appeared to be distracted by the game on television, and finished his lunch without another word.Rivera ate his soup and sandwich in silence as well.As they were leaving, Cavuto grabbed two toothpicks from the dispenser by the register and gave one to Rivera as they walked out into a good-looking San Francisco day.So you were following Asher?Ive been trying to keep an eye on him. Just in case.And you shot her nine times for giving the guy a hand job, Cavuto finally asked.I guess, Rivera said.You know, Alphonse, that right there is why I dont hang out with you socially. Your values are fucked up.She wasnt human, Nick.Still. A hand job? Deadly force? I dont know It wasnt deadly force. I didnt kill her.Nine to the chest?I saw her it put up night. On my street. ceremonial me from a storm sewer.Ever think to ask Asher how he happened to know the flying bulletproof bird woman in the first place?Yeah, I did, but I cant tell you what he said. Its too weird.Cavuto threw his build up in the air. Well, sweet Tidy Bowl Jesus skipping on the blue toilet weewee, we wouldnt want it to get fucking weird, would we? LILYThey were on their second cup of coffee and Charlie had told Lily abou t not getting the two soul vessels, about the encounter with the sewer harpy, about the shadow coming out of the mountains in Sedona and the other version of The Great Big Book of closing, and his suspicions that there was a frightening problem with his little girl, the symptoms of which were two giant dogs and an ability to kill with the word kitty. To Charlies thinking, Lily was reacting to the wrong story.You hooked up with a demon from the snake pit and Im not good enough for you?Its not a competition, Lily. Can we not talk about that? I knew I shouldnt have told you. Im worried about other stuff.I want expound, Asher.Lily, a gentleman doesnt share the details of his amorous encounters.Lily crossed her arms and assumed a pose of gross out incredulity, an silver-tongued pose, because before she said it, Charlie knew what was coming Bullshit. That cop shot pieces off her, but youre worried about protecting her honor?Charlie smiled wistfully. You know, we shared a moment Oh m y God, you complete man-whoreLily, you cant possibly be hurt by my by my response to your generous and let me say right here extraordinarily tempting offer. Gee whiz.Its because Im too perky, isnt it? Not dark enough for you? You being Mr. Death and all.Lily, the shadow in Sedona was coming for me. When I left town, it went away. The sewer harpy came for me. The other Death Merchant said that I was different. They never had deaths happen as a result of their presence like I have.Did you just say gee whiz to me? What am I, nine? I am a woman I think I might be the Luminatus, Lily.Lily shut up.She raised her eyebrows. As if no.Charlie nodded. As if yes.The Big Death?With a capital D, Charlie said.Well, youre totally not qualified for that, Lily said.Thanks, I look better now. MINTY FRESHBeing two hundred feet under the sea always made Minty uneasy, especially if hed been drinking sake and listening to do it all night, which he had. He was in the last car on the last train out of Oakland, and he had the car to himself, like his own private submarine, cruising under the Bay with the echo of a straining sax in his ear like sonar, and a half-dozen sake-sodden spicy tuna rolls sitting in his stomach like depth charges.Hed spent his evening at Satos on the Embarcadero, Japanese restaurant and jazz club. Sushi and jazz, strange bedfellows, shacked up by opportunity and oppression. It began in the Fillmore district, which had been a Japanese neighborhood before cosmos War II. When the Japanese were shipped off to internment camps, and their homes and belongings sold off, the blacks, who came to the metropolis to work in the shipyards building battleships and destroyers, moved into the vacant buildings. Jazz came close behind.For years, the Fillmore was the center of the San Francisco jazz scene, and Bop City on Post way the premier jazz club. When the war ended and the Japanese returned, many a late night might find Japanese kids standing under the windows of Bo p City, listening to the likes of Billie Holiday, Oscar Peterson, or Charles Mingus, listening to art happen and disperse into the San Francisco nights. Sato was one of those kids.It wasnt just historical happenstance Sato had explained to Minty, late one night after the music had ended and the sake was making him wax eloquent it was philosophical alignment jazz was a Zen art, dig? Controlled spontaneity. the likes of sumi-e ink painting, like haiku, like archery, like kendo fencing jazz wasnt something you planned, it was something you did. You practiced, you vie your scales, you learned your chops, then you brought all your knowledge, your conditioning, to the moment. And in jazz, every moment is a crisis, Sato quoted Wynton Marsalis, and you bring all your skill to bear on that crisis. Like the swordsman, the archer, the poet, and the painter its all right there no future, no past, just that moment and how you deal with it. Art happens.And Minty, taken by the need to esca pe his life as Death, had taken the train to Oakland to find a moment he could hide in, without the regret of the past or the anxiety of the future, just a pure right now resting in the bell of a tenor sax. But the sake, too much future looming ahead, and too much water overhead had brought on the blues, the moment melted, and Minty was uneasy. Things were going badly. Hed been unable to retrieve his last two soul vessels a first in his career and he was starting to see, or hear, the effects. Voices out of the storm sewers louder and more numerous than ever taunting him. Things moving in the shadows, on the periphery of his vision, shuffling, scuffling dark things that disappeared when you looked right at them.Hed even sold three discs off the soul-vessels rack to the same person, another first. He hadnt noticed it was the same woman right away, but when things started to go wrong, the faces played back and he realized. Shed been a monk the first time, a Buddhist monk of some ki nd, wearing gold-and-maroon robes, her hair very short, as if her head had been shaved and was growing out. What he remembered was that her eyes were a crystal blue, unusual in person with such dark hair and skin. And there was a smile deep in those eyes that made him feel as if a soul had found its rightful place, a good home at a higher level. The succeeding(a) time hed seen her was six months later and she was in jeans and leather jacket, her hair sort of out of control. Shed taken a CD from the One Per Customer rack, a Sarah McLachlan, which is what hed have chosen for her if asked, and he barely noticed the crystal-blue eyes other than to think that hed seen that smile before. Then, last week, it was her again, with hair down around her shoulders, wearing a long skirt and a belted muslin poets shirt like an escapee from a Renaissance fair, not unusual for the Haight, but not quite roughhewn in the Castro still, he thought nothing of it, until she had paid him and glanced o ver the top of her sunglasses to count the cash out of her wallet. The blue eyes again, galvanizing and not quite smiling this time. He didnt know what to do. He had no proof she was the monk, the chick in the leather jacket, but he knew it was her. He brought all his skills to bear on the situation, and essentially, he folded.So you like Mozart? he asked her.Its for a friend was all she said.He rationalized not confronting her by that elementary statement. A soul vessel was supposed to find its rightful owner, right? It didnt say he had to sell it directly to them. That had been a week ago, and since then the voxs, the scuffling noises in the shadows, the general creepiness, had been nearly constant. Minty Fresh had spent most of his bad life alone, but never before had he felt the forlornness so profoundly. A dozen times in the last few weeks hed been tempted to call one of the other Death Merchants under the pretense of standard them about his screwup, but mainly just to ta lk to someone who had a clue about what his life was like.He stretched his long legs out over three train seats and into the aisle, then closed his eyes and hardened his head back against the window, feeling the rhythm of the rattling train coming through the cool glass against his shaved scalp. Oh no, that wasnt going to work. Too much sake and something akin to bed spins. He jerked his head forward and undefended his eyes, then noticed through the doors that the train had gone dark two cars up. He sat upright and watched as the lights went out in the next car no, thats not what happened. Darkness moved through the car like a flowing gas, taking the energy out of the lights as it went.Oh, shit, Minty said to the empty car.He couldnt even stand up inside the train, but stand up he did, staying slumped a little, his head against the ceiling, but face up the flowing darkness.The door at the end of the car opened and someone stepped through. A woman. Well, not exactly a woman. What looked like the shadow of a woman.Hey, lover, it said. A low verbalize, smoky.Hed heard this voice before, or a voice like it.The darkness flowed around the two floor lights at the far end of the car, leaving the woman illuminated in outline only, a gunmetal reflection against pure blackness. Since he was first tapped as a Death Merchant, Minty had never remembered feeling afraid, but he was afraid now.Im not your lover, Minty said, his voice as smooth and steady as a bass sax, not giving up a note of fear. A crisis in every moment, he thought.Once youve had black, you never go back, she said, taking a step toward him, her blue-black outline the only thing visible in any direction now.He knew there was a door a few feet behind him that was held shut with powerful hydraulics, and that led to a dark cut into two hundred feet under the Bay, lined with a deadly electric automobile rail but for some reason, that sounded like a really prosperous place to be right now.Ive had black, s aid Minty.No, you havent, lover. Youve had shades of brown, dark burnt umber and coffee maybe, but I promise you, youve never had black. Because once you do, you never ever come back.He watched as she moved toward him flowed toward him and long silver claws sprouted from her fingertips, playing in the dim glow from the safety lights, dripping something that steamed when it hit the floor. There were scurrying sounds on either side of him, things moving in the darkness, low and quick.Okay, good point, Minty said.