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by Walter Mosley


  Traces of heroin had been found and Bartlett was being sought for questioning. However, his house had been broken into and a goodly quantity of blood had been found. Foul play had not been ruled out in his case.

  Jackson Blue disappeared with Jesus’s life savings.

  FOR A WEEK THE NATION mourned the passing of JFK. Everybody wondered would things ever get set straight again; they never did.

  I wanted to call Bonnie, but Holland Gasteau’s lip-branded corpse came to mind whenever I thought of her. Holland and also Sallie Monroe. Sallie’s death had settled into my finger bones. I found myself rubbing my hands together with the strange feeling that my fingers had gone numb.

  After the week was out I got the courage to go down to Temple Hospital. EttaMae hadn’t shown up for work at all, nor had she answered her phone.

  I had friends at the front desk. They sent me to the intensive care unit to talk to a woman named Norva Long. I asked her about Mouse.

  “Dead,” she told me.

  “What?”

  “Doctor told Mrs. Alexander five days ago that it was only a matter of a day or two. She said no and that she was gonna take him home. But the doctor wouldn’t release him.” Norva’s tone took the doctor’s side.

  “An’ he died?” I asked.

  “I was on duty with an orderly named James Pope. There was supposed to be another man but he came down with flu and stayed home. Maybe if he was with us we could have stopped her, but … “ Norva twisted her lips and shook her head. “But I doubt it.”

  “What happened?”

  “EttaMae come about two in the morning. I told her that visitin’ time was over and that’s the last thing I remember, except her ham fist.”

  EttaMae had a strong arm.

  “James said that he tried to grab her,” Norva said. “But she threw him up against a wall and laid him low with a metal tray. James was two floors down with a concussion for forty-eight hours. His momma say they gonna sue.”

  “What happened to Raymond?” I asked.

  “Front desk said that she carried him out the front door in her arms. The security guard was gonna take her but then she come out with his gun. He said he wasn’t gonna get in no shoot-out with a woman.”

  “Why wasn’t any of this in the paper?”

  “They kep’ it pretty quiet, I guess. James prob’ly get some money out of it, after all.”

  “Then you don’t know that Raymond’s dead,” I said. “He could be alive.”

  When Norva shook her head it broke my heart. She was sorry to tell me that Mouse had been in a coma and that he had been steadily fading over the days. Their house was abandoned. There were still dirty dishes in the sink.

  I WAS IN THE MAINTENANCE office a few days later waiting to interview the replacements for Etta and Mouse. When the door slid open I was surprised, and not very happy, to see Sergeant Sanchez. He’d come alone.

  “Mr. Rawlins,” he said from the door.

  He wanted for me to say come in, and I did.

  He came up to my desk, did not offer to shake hands, and sat down.

  “I don’t like you, Mr. Rawlins,” he said straight out. “I just came from your principal’s office and he doesn’t like you either.”

  “You come all the way down here to tell me that?”

  “No. Lewis has me looking for evidence about Bill Bartlett. I told him that he’s wrong about that but I guess you have more friends than I knew about.”

  Our eyes met and we were equals at last.

  “Were you here when Bartlett was?” he asked.

  “No,” I said truthfully. “I replaced the man but we never met.”

  “I know that you were in it, Ezekiel. And when we find Bartlett I’m going to prove it.”

  I didn’t think that he’d ever locate Bartlett. If I’d read the man right he was too smart to stay in L.A. He was a black man who was implicated in the murder of other black people. There wouldn’t be any national manhunt. They’d wait for him to be arrested on some other charge and then hope that fingerprint checks would do their job. But Bartlett wasn’t the kind of crook who was arrested often, if ever. And even if he did get caught, he didn’t have anything on me. I was innocent of everything except the murders of Sallie Monroe and Raymond Alexander. One I regretted and the other haunted me.

  THE PHONE RANG as Sanchez was leaving.

  “Where’s my car, Easy?” John asked in my ear.

  We drove around L.A. that evening picking up cars. We went up to the hill behind the Black Chantilly to retrieve Primo’s wild roadster. I paid Primo by letting him sell Mouse’s car off for parts. I retrieved the bookie boxes and dropped them off at the Chantilly. To Philly Stetz, but Rupert took them.

  It was when we were headed over to Bonnie Shay’s block that John got serious with me.

  “Easy, I thought you had got yourself out the street,” he said.

  “Yeah, me too.”

  “You know you can’t be livin’ like this, man. You too old for this shit. Things gettin’ serious in this town, Easy. People turnin’ mean. Even Mouse got hisself killed.”

  “I know, John.” I said it so softly he might not have heard.

  “Easy, you need a woman,” John said. “A woman who wants a home an’ ain’t gonna take no shit.”

  Bonnie Shay came to my mind. She smiled and carried no weapons.

  We picked up John’s car and drove back to his house, me in Alva’s Buick and him behind his own wheel. I knew that Alva had made some headway against me, because John didn’t invite me in.

  “I’ll drive you home, Easy,” he said.

  On the way I asked him about Grace.

  “I did what I could, Easy. After a day and a half she called that white man and he came and got her. She said she was gonna try’n go straight.”

  We drove almost the whole distance in silence.

  Two blocks from my house he said, “You can’t be out here actin’ like you can do anything an’ get away wit’ it, Easy. You ain’t drinkin’, but you might as well be, the kinda life you live.”

  PHARAOH GREETED ME with a snarl at the front door. The children were already asleep. I sat down in a chair with a glass of lemonade. The little yellow dog curled down, just out of reach, and bared his fangs. He’d tasted my blood and was hungry for more.

  As the days passed I began to accept him as a part of my life; the dark, dangerous part that always threatened. As long as Pharaoh was around snarling and cursing I’d remember the kind of trouble that a man like me could find.

  I ONLY HAD TWO CHOICES. One was straight whiskey. Instead, after nine days, I dialed a number.

  “Yes?”

  “Hey, Bonnie. It’s Easy.”

  There was a long silence and then a cough.

  “Hello.”

  “I wanted to say hey,” I said. “I mean … I wanted to see you.”

  “I’m sorry, Easy, but I’m leaving for Paris tonight.”

  “For good?”

  “No. Just for a few days. But I’m changing my home city back to Paris at the end of the month. I’ll still be working this route but I’ll be staying there.”

  “Oh.”

  “Well,” she said. “I’ve got to get ready.”

  “Uh, yeah, but …”

  “But what, Easy?”

  “But I need to see you, Bonnie. I mean, I really do. I can talk to you and I need that, I mean I really need it.” I could only hope that she understood how hard it was for me to beg.

  “Can you hold it for a few days?” Her voice was gentle.

  “Yeah. I been holdin’ it seems like forever. A few more days won’t mean a thing.”

  “I’ll be back Friday morning. You could call me then,” she said.

  “What time?”

  “Any time, Easy.”

  “An’ we could talk?”

  “Sure. If you think you can. I mean, seeing everything you know about me.”

  “None of that matters, Bonnie. I trust you. I know you did what yo
u had to do.”

  Neither of us said a word for the next five minutes.

  “I’d like to talk, Easy.”

  “An’ we could get together too,” I said.

  “Maybe.”

  When I hung up I felt as if I was an astronaut who had completed his orbit of the earth and now I was pulled by some new gravity into a cold clean darkness.

  Table of Contents

  Cover Page

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  From Walter Mosley’s Six Easy Pieces: Gray-Eyed Death

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

 

 

 


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