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"Tell me again what we can get from Green," LuEllen said.
"We can point out the benefits of stonewalling," I said.
"I'm sure he's figured those out," she said, putting her hands on her hips. "You've got something else working through your dirty little mind."
I nodded, reluctantly. "Yeah, I do; but I'm not going to tell you about it yet, because it'd probably piss you off, and then you'd piss me off, and I don't have the energy for all that. Anyway, tonight, I'm going into the hospital alone. I'll want you on the street, ready to roll, in case there's trouble."
"Kidd, if you think there's go
"I don't think there will be, but I'm more paranoid than our two friends at Corbeil's. Okay? Now, shut up for a while: I'm trying to think."
Something else was working through my dirty little mind, and I didn't want LuEllen to know about it. Not yet, anyway. I'd figured out how to drag AmMath and Corbeil and his goons right into the shit, but I didn't want LuEllen around when I did it. Texas was a bad state for all this.
I went into Mount of Olives hospital at eight-thirty that night, with LuEllen waiting in a parking spot on a street behind the doctors' parking lot. If I had to run for it, I probably wouldn't get out of the building; but if I did, and I could make it across the doctors' parking lot, we could be lost in traffic in fifteen seconds.
A gift shop was open just inside the hospital's front doors, and I bought a bouquet of bright yellow flowers that looked something like daisies, but with a plastic sheen and a harsh odor. They came in a green glass vase; the whole thing looked cheap, but somehow right. I asked at the information desk for Morris Kendall's room, got the number, and went up.
The door to Green's room was open, and a grim, heavyset woman was sitting in a chair looking into a bed at the far end of the room. There were two beds in the room. I could see only the end of the bed closest to the door, where I presumed Green must be. Nobody told me that his room was only semi-private. Goddamnit. I went on to 350 and found Morris Kendall in what appeared to be a coma, dying all by himself, a drip ru
After a couple of minutes, I went back out to the hallway and paced for a while. The woman was still sitting there, unspeaking, clutching a purse on her lap. She looked like she disapproved of this whole hospital thing. I went and sat with Morris for a couple of more minutes, and in those two minutes, decided that when I got old, I'd lay in a lethal supply of sleeping pills, just in case. I didn't want to end like this.
People were coming and going in the hall, and I kept looking for the heavyset woman; fifteen minutes after I got there, I was rewarded: she went by the door, walking with purpose, clutching her purse with both hands. I checked the hallwaya little cluster of a man and two kids, all, from their looks, from the same family, were gathered by a doorway fifty feet downand stepped around the corner into Green's room.
Green was in the first bed, separated from the other by a pull curtain. A television was bolted into the far corner of the room, tuned to the romance cha
"Needed to talk. Are you okay?"
"I will be. Go
"Sorry."
"Not as sorry as I am. I was supposed to cover Lane. She's dead." He looked ineffably sad when he said it.
"I need to know about the two guys. Were they both shooting?"
"Yeah, big time. Didn't bother with silencers or any of that shit. I think it might have been a pickup, but when they saw me, it was just boom-boom-boom. You got the computer?"
"Yes. I need to know what the guys looked like. You hit one of them."
"Not bad, I don't think. Maybe even ricocheted him. The short guy knocked me down first thing through the door, right on my ass into the bathtub. Not a goddamned thing I could do but keep pulling the trigger."
"Good thing for you that the tub was there."
"You got that right. I don't think" but he thought anyway, for a second, for probably the ten-thousandth time"I don't think I could have saved her."
"Not a chance," I said. "These guys: What'd they look like?"
"They were two mean white boys; nylons over their heads so you couldn't see them very well. But in good shape, thin and hard. I think, real short hair; I couldn't tell for sure, but that was the impression I got. One was maybe six-two or three, the other was maybe three inches shorter than that, but a little thicker. You'd notice if you saw them together. I shot the short one."
"All right. Are you headed back to Oakland?"
"I guess. I'd be happy to stay, but I don't know what good I'd do you."
"No, no. What we need the most is for you to go back to Oakland and do absolutely what you'd do if everything was just like you said it was. You're a bodyguard who doesn't know anything about anything. Go back, do therapy, go for walks, get laid. If the feds are still interested, you gotta bore them."
He nodded: "That's what I'll do."
From the other side of the curtain, a man's voice croaked, "Hey, Leth, you mind if I switch this over to Cinemax? I think they got one of them car-wash movies on."
"Go ahead," said Green. "I could use a car-wash movie."
I stuck a hand out, shook Green's, and went out the door. Down the elevators, across the doctors' parking lot, and into the car.
"How'd it go?" LuEllen asked.
"Fine. Green's cool, and we're good."
"Why do you look so bummed out?" She swung the car in a U-turn and we headed back toward the Interstate.
I told her about Morris Kendall, next door to Green. "There wasn't a single personal belonging in the room, that I could see. He's up there dying with nothing to keep him company but a cheap bouquet of yellow flowers from a stranger."
"Country song," she said.
That was the easy part of the day. We checked with Bobby, to see if he had anything new. He had a time and a place in Little Rock: three-thirty the next day, at a restaurant by Little Rock National Airport.
With that all fixed, I jumped LuEllen. Nothing slow and playful, the way her taste runs in sex, but straight ahead, pi
"I'm shipping your ass out," I said. "I figured you'd be pissed for a while, and I wanted some sex to remember you by."
She sat up: "You fucker."
"LuEllen. you're always reserving the right to take off when life gets too cranky, right? Well, it's going to get crankier, and there's no reason for you to be around. I'd just have to think about taking care of you, and I don't want to do that. I'm go
"You've never had to take care of me," she said. She said it in her dangerous voice.
"I don't mean take care of you, like a baby; I mean, watch out for you, too."
"What're you going to do?"
"I have an idea. I don't want to tell you about it, because it wouldn't be good for you to know yet. Maybe later. But what you've got to do is get somewhere public. You have your passport, right?"
"Kidd, what the fuck."
"You've got your passport?"
"Yeah, I've got."
"Tomorrow morning, early, I put your ass on a plane to somewhereNew York would be good, with the San Francisco ID. Then you shuttle back to Mi