Last Call

Chapter 42

It was a big night for Theo's future, and he was trying hard not to let the past spoil his dream of a true jazz bar in Coconut Grove.

Theo had negotiated the business terms of the five-year lease on his own, but he was smart enough to enlist the services of a lawyer, especially since Jack came free of charge. The final lease agreement was in hand and ready for signature in the morning. Theo and his uncle met Jack at the property around 9:00 p.m. for one final walk-through inspection.

Jack looked a little frazzled. He had a trial starting in the morning, and somehow fifteen years of courtroom experience and umpteen successful jury verdicts didn't eliminate the night-before jitters. The mega-cup of coffee probably wasn't helping.

Theo pried the extra-large double latte from Jack's hands and placed it on the bar. "If my well was stocked, I'd give you a drink," he said.

"Do I seem nervous?" said Jack.

"As a long-tailed cat in a roomful of rockers," said Uncle Cy.

Theo and Jack started in the kitchen, and Cy stayed behind in the bar area. The landlord had the propane line reco

"Don't!" Jack shouted.

"I was kidding, okay? You're way too uptight. What's going on, man?

Jack looked around like a junkie, as if in need of another hit of caffeine. "I need your opinion on something"

"Shoot."

"What do you honestly think of Andie?" said Jack.

Theo looked up from the stove. "Why do you ask?"

"Can you turn that unlit burner off before this place explodes?"

"Relax. It's not like the deal is sealed and we assumed the risk of loss yet."

Jack narrowed his eyes with curiosity. "How does a guy with a rapper's vocabulary spit out legal terms like Clarence Darrow?"

"Prison library. But don't change the subject. What's up with you and Andie?"

Jack offered a schoolboy's shrug. "I'm thinking about, you know, maybe giving her a call."

"You mean for a date?"

"Well… yeah."

"Let me get this straight. You're go

"Why is that so incredible?"

Theo said nothing.

"Theo?"

"Sorry, dude. My mind just flashed with the image of pigs flying over a frozen hell."

"Very fu

"What about Rene?"

"I haven't heard boo from her since she went back to Africa."

Theo tried the faulty burner again. This time it lit right up. He waved his hand, as if it were a sign. "Call her."

"You don't think Andie and I are more like putting a match to a gas leak?"

"Definitely. But what a way to go, huh?"

They finished the kitchen in twenty minutes, and Jack's punch list in progress had only a few small items on it – low water pressure on one of the sinks, some cracks in the tile floor. At that point, Theo hit him with the lease addendum that the landlord had faxed over that afternoon. Jack remained in the kitchen to read it, where the lighting was better. Theo and his uncle handled the bar inspection.

"Tell me somethin'," said Cy.

Theo was on his belly with a flashlight, checking out the beer tap co

"What is it you're trying to find out?" his uncle said.

Theo knew the old man wasn't talking about the inspection, but he played dumb. "What do you mean?"

"What were you ru

He climbed from under the bar and looked at his uncle. "How'd you know I was talking to Mel today?"

"Trina told me."

Theo couldn't really be angry. He hadn't told her not to tell Uncle Cy. "Just following leads, that's all"

"Is it all about finding the guy who shot you from that red car? Or who killed your momma?"

"Both."

"See, that's the problem."

"Why?"

"Bad enough someone's trying to kill you. Don't understand why you gotta go looking for a way to kill yourself."

"I'm not go

"I didn't say get killed. I said kill yourself."

"You aren't seriously afraid I might commit suicide, are you?"

"No, no. That ain't it." He struggled for the right words. "What I'm saying is this. Right now you got your detective hat on, sniffing around like a bloodhound for clues, following this lead and that lead wherever it takes you. I'm telling you to stop for a minute. Stop and think."

"About what?"

"If you want to go looking into who killed your momma, that's your business. But you better prepare yourself to live with whatever you find out."

"Some frat boy filmed her getting raped, and she ended up a drug-addicted hooker who got her throat slit. How much worse can it get?"

"That's a really good question, Theo. All I'm saying is there's go

"You know something I should know?"

Cy didn't answer right away. Theo wasn't sure what to make of the silence. "This ain't no time to be keepin' secrets, old man."

"I just knew your momma better than anyone else did. So I can say this without no doubts in my mind: this ain't a story with a happy ending."

"I appreciate that."

He took a step closer, his expression very serious. "I don't think you do. Not entirely. And that's what really worries me."

Theo looked at him carefully, trying to discern his full meaning. His uncle looked right back at him, as if trying to convey something without words. Had Trina been there, she would have kicked both of them in the ass and screamed, "Just spit it out!" But she wasn't there, which left too few X chromosomes in the room for a meaningful conversation.

The old man walked away from the bar and went back to the kitchen to wrangle up a ride home.

JACK GAVE UNCLE CY A LIFT, and Theo stayed behind. There was more work to do on site, but the old man was tired and Jack still had to outline his opening statement for tomorrow's trial. They were sitting at a red light three blocks away when Cy realized his mistake.

"I don't have my house key."

"You sure?" said Jack.

"I didn't bring one. I rode over with Theo."

"Maybe I can get him to meet us at the town house."

Jack tried Theo on his cell, but there was no answer. "Probably having phone sex with Trina," he said, as he pulled a U-turn and headed back to the bar.

Cy tried peering through the windows as they cruised past the entrance, but the lights were out, and it was too dark to see inside. "Did he leave already?" said Cy.

Jack drove around to the alley. Theo's car was still parked next to the Dumpster.

"Maybe he's locking up," said Cy.

"Maybe," said Jack, but he didn't like the vibe he was getting. He flipped open his cell and speed-dialed Theo.

THEO'S CELL RANG FROM across the room, piercing the darkness. The phone was sitting on top of the bar – right where he'd left it, beside his car keys. Theo was crouched down low behind the U-shaped bar, and the phone was on the opposite leg of the U.

Theo didn't make a sound, didn't dare move from his hiding spot.

After Jack and Uncle Cy had gone home, the first noise Theo had heard was something that sounded like the delivery door opening. "Jack?" he'd called out, but he got no reply. Then he heard a series of quick clicks from the kitchen – the breakers – and circuit by circuit, the lights went out. Instinctively, he dove for cover.

His cell stopped ringing. Theo listened, his ears and i