cheek.
“Candy’s barely gone you’re already with this little bitch? Fuck you.”
She starts to hit me again, but I get my arm up and her hand glances off.
“Fairuza,” says Kasabian.
She turns and stabs a finger at him.
“And fuck you too for hanging around with this asshole. Is this the bitch he gave Candy’s guitar to? Yeah, I heard about that. Fuck all of you.”
She heads for the door and slams it hard enough I half expect the glass to crack.
Candy takes a step back and hands me the napkin. I wipe the last of the lipstick off my face myself.
“I’ve got to tell her,” says Candy.
“No, you don’t. The more people that know, the more dangerous this gets. Let her hate me. I can live with that.”
“Goody for you,” says Kasabian. “What about me? She’s never going to speak to me again as long as I’m here with you two.”
“What are you worried about? I thought you broke up.”
“We did,” he says. “But at least we were friends and . . . I don’t know. Maybe there was some chance of getting back together. Now, though . . .”
I put my hands out like a goddamn preacher.
“No one tells Fairuza or anybody else. We are on thin fucking ice. One mistake and Candy ends up in a federal pen. It’s too much of a risk.”
“What about me?” says Candy. “Okay, some people are going to think you’re an asshole for being around Chihiro, but you still get to be you. I’m no one.”
I hadn’t really thought of that.
“Look, I’m still trying to get my brain around all this too. Maybe down the line it would be safe to let a couple of more people know. But we’ve got to play this out for a while. Chihiro didn’t even exist a couple of weeks ago. You stick out. Let people get used to you. Then maybe we can think about letting other people in.”
Candy thinks for a minute.
“I’ll give it till the end of January. Then I’m talking to Fairuza. I’m not asking you. I’m telling you.”
“Fine. But she’s the only one for the time being.”
“I guess.”
“Listen. If this thing falls apart, it’s not just on you and me. There’s other people too. Julie. Brigitte. Allegra and Vidocq.”
“Aren’t you maybe leaving someone out?” says Kasabian.
“I was getting to you, Iron Man.”
“I thought we discussed no more nicknames.”
I ignore that.
“I know you think I’m a drag sometimes, but there’s a lot at stake here.”
“I know,” Candy says quietly.
“I saw you dead once. I don’t want to see that again.”
“I wasn’t really dead, dumb-ass.”
“You sure looked like you were.”
“That’s ’cause I’m such a good actress. Me and Brigitte are going to star in a remake of Thelma & Louise.”
“As I recall, that didn’t end well.”
“In our version the car is a Delorean time machine, so we just drive off and have adventures with pirates and robots.”
“Or Lethal Weapon,” says Kasabian. “You could do a girl-girl remake.”
“Or Bill and Ted,” she says.
She looks at me.
“I need another drink. You have supplies upstairs?”
“You know it.”
I step aside and let her lead the way.
“Hello? Is anyone there?”
It’s a man’s voice coming from the storage room.
I look at Kasabian.
“Lock the front door.”
“Sure. It’s not like we’re a place of business or anything.”
As he does it, Candy and I knock on the storage room door.
“You all right in there?”
“Where am I?”
I open the door. He squints and pushes himself back to the farthest corner of the cot I set up for him, huddling there like a bug.
He says, “It’s too bright.”
Candy and I go inside and close the door. It’s ripe in here. The guy wasn’t clean when I met him. Add an extra week to that. We’re in a cheese factory.
Candy hits the overhead light. It’s only a sixty-watt. Candy liked the room dim when the band rehearsed.
I take a step closer, getting between the guy on the cot and Candy in case he’s as unhinged as he looks.
“Is that better?”
Slowly, he opens his eyes. He keeps a hand up, blocking the bulb. When he can focus he stares at me.
“Where am I?”
“At Max Overdrive. Do you remember coming to me at Bamboo House of Dolls?”
He sits up and leans against the wall. Candy steps around me, fiddling with her phone. Who the fuck is she calling right now?
“Who’s that?” he says.
“A friend. What do you remember?”
He looks at the blanket, his hands, and the room like he’s never seen any of it before. When he looks at me I can see the gears starting to turn in his head.
“You’re Stark.”
“That’s right. And this is Chihiro. You met her the other night too.”
He stares at Candy for a little too long.
“That’s not her real face,” he says. “Or her name.”
Candy shoots me a worried look. I hold up a hand to say “be cool.”
“You can see through the glamour,” I say. “So, you really are an angel.”
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