The Night Crew

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One of the guys straightened up and said, 'Hey, mama, what'cha doing tonight?'

'I'll tell you what I'm doing. I'm working instead of leaning my lazy fat ass on a piece-of-shit junker outside a Fatburger.'

'Hey.' The second guy pushed away from the Buick.

Then Creek got out of the driver's side of the truck and the second guy leaned back against the Buick again, while the first one hitched up his jeans. Creek said, 'A

'This guy wanted to talk to me,' A

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'Bad day.'

'Bad day, my ass,' Creek said. 'Take your fuckin' bad day someplace else.'

'Jesus, you guys, go easy,' Louis said, nervous. Creek and A

'Yeah, yeah, gimme a Fatburger,' Creek snarled.

They rode in silence until A

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'Yeah.'

'This is the guy you met in O'Brien's apartment this afternoon.'

'Yeah, Harper,' A

He ignored the use of his name and the demand for an explanation of the number. 'I need to see you,' he said. 'Like right now. Actually, I need you to come to where I am.'

'Why should I?'

'Because it has something to do with you,' Harper said. 'I gotta call the cops pretty soon, but I need you over here first.'

'Whathas to do with me?'

'Look, you might be in serious trouble. If you want to know about it before the cops come banging on your door, come see me now. Otherwise. and hey, you might even make a few bucks.'

She thought for a second, then said, 'I'm bringing a friend.'

'It'll cause them trouble,' Harper said.

'I'm not go

Creek looked at her oddly, and Harper, after a second, said, 'Whatever you want to do.'

Harper was waiting under a streetlight on Cumpston, a couple of blocks south of Burbank Boulevard, a neighborhood of stucco ranch homes. The yard behind him was bordered with an evergreen hedge, long untrimmed, and pierced by a picket gate that had curls of white paint peeling off.

Creek got out with A

'I understand you had a problem with A

Harper had turned toward Creek with a small crouching movement that suggested he'd just set his feet; and he wasn't backing up.

He was good-looking in a mildly beat-up way, A

And way down in the lizard part of her brain, something went, 'Hmm.'

Creek was gliding sideways and Harper was pivoting to cover him, and A

Creek stopped moving and Harper relaxed, spread his hands. He glanced quickly at A

Creek stared for a moment, then nodded abruptly: 'So what do you want?'

'I want you to come in here,' he said. He tipped his head back toward the house. 'But don't touch anything.'

'Whadda we got?' Creek asked, interested now.

'We got a dead dope dealer,' Harper said.

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'No. I will, soon as you've gone through.'

'The cops could put you in jail for not calling in right away,' A

'Yeah, maybe, but I've got bigger problems than that. Come on. Maybe you want to bring a camera?'

He said it in a cheap way, and A

While Louis waited with the radios, Harper led them up the walk. The door was just ajar, a light on inside, and Harper took a ballpoint pen out of his pocket and pushed the door open with the butt end of it. 'Don't touch the door, don't touch any thing.'

'Was the door open when you got here?'

'Yeah, and the light was on,' he said as they stepped across the threshold. 'As soon as I got in, I knew.'

'Aw, jeez,' A

'Flies,' Harper said absently, tilting his head back. A

He led the way to a bedroom with mustard-covered walls and Rolling Stonescovers thumbtacked to the walls. But the main attraction was a man who, at first glance, looked like a grotesque German Expressionist painting, muscles and blood exposed, everything gone black. He'd been handcuffed to the bed, his feet tied with ripped sheets. He was nude except for a pair of briefs, face up and gagged. He'd been cut to pieces with a knife.

And not quickly, A

'Christ, what is this, what're we here for?' Creek asked. 'We've seen this shit.'

'Yeah, so've I,' Harper said. He looked at A

'Even if I did, I'm not sure I'd recognize him,' she said. 'But I don't think so.'

'Name is Sean MacAllister,' Harper said. 'Been busted three times on minor drug stuff, once with O'Brien in the car.'

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Harper was going on: '. The bust never got to trial because there was some problem with the stop. O'Brien lived here for a couple of weeks, between apartments.'

'I don't knowwe never picked up Jason here. Are you sure that's him?' As she said it, she had to turn away.

'Pretty sure,' Harper said. 'His billfold was still in his pocket.'

'So what do you want from us? Why don't you just call the cops?' Creek asked.

'I wanted you to look at this,' Harper said. He was standing next to the bed, and he pointed to the man's bare chest. A knife rip crossed it from armpit to armpit.

'What?' A

'Read it,' Harper said.

'Read it?'

She and Creek edged closer. She couldn't see it, but Creek could: he looked at her suddenly and she said again, 'What?'

'Says "A

And then she saw it: her name in carved flesh. 'My God.' She stood in shock for a moment, then turned to Harper: 'Why?'

'I don't know.' He was watching her closely. 'He was a small-time dealer, that's about all I know.'

'Your son's dealer?'

'I don't know. I hope not. I tracked him through your pal O'Brien.' He looked around the room. 'All I found was a little grass. Nothing else.'

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