Dark Horse
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Chapter 18
49.
Nestled between a Rite Aide and a laundromat was a little Italian place that I liked, called Frazzi's. Cindy and I were heading there now for lunch, holding hands. The mid-day sun shone straight down on us, but lacked any real heat, just a bright ornament hanging in the sky.
"So why is Italian your favorite food?" asked Cindy. I sensed she was feeling happy. The weather was nice, and we had just made love, and she wanted to keep things light and fun, at least for the moment. We still hadn't talked about the heavy stuff, which was fine by me.
"I've discovered in the course of my considerable dining experience and extensive travels that a food joint has to work pretty damn hard to screw up Italian food. It's usually a sure bet. "
"I've screwed it up before," she said.
"Actually, we screwed it up together," I said.
"Which is why we no longer cook. "
"And why we eat out. "
"Except for you and your damn cereal and PB&Js. "
"Cereal and PB&J's are my staple. They keep me alive. "
"I know. I think it's cute. "
Frazzi's was a narrow restaurant with checkered table cloths and red vinyl seats. We found a booth in the back and sat ourselves. By now Cindy knows to allow me to have the best view of the restaurant, where I keep my eyes on the front door, the butt of my gun loose and free. There wasn't much for Cindy to look at other than me. Lucky girl.
The waitress came by and we ordered two Cokes.
"So can I say a few things?" asked Cindy.
"Of course. " Here it comes.
"Your drinking worries me. Actually, it's not the fact that you occasionally get drunk, it's that you feel you need to drink secretly. "
"Well, it's not a pretty sight. "
"How long have you been getting drunk?"
I shrugged. "Off and on since I broke my leg. "
"The broken leg was the catalyst?"
"Yes. "
"And nothing else?"
I reached out and took her hand from across the table. She needed to be reassured. I looked at her steadily in the eye. "It's the only reason. "
"Nothing about me?"
"No. "
"Can I ask you a favor?"
"Yes," I said.
"Will you try to stop for me? I'm not asking you to give up drinking altogether, but I'm asking you to stop getting drunk whenever we are away from each other, to stop destroying your liver, to stop feeling so goddamn sorry for yourself. "
"I might need help. "
"I'll help you. "
Our drinks came, along with some fresh bread and oil.
"The usual, Jim?" asked Mama Lucco. She was Italian and in her mid-forties. I'd been coming here for four years, ever since I set up my agency down the street.
"Make that two," I said.
When Mama Lucco had moved off, Cindy asked, "What's the usual?"
"Lasagna, of course. "
"I should have known. "
"So what else is on your mind?"
She took a sip from her Coke, and then tore a piece of bread off, dipped it in oil and gave it to me. I took it, and she repeated the process for herself.
When she was ready, she said, "I've been feeling sorry for myself, too, admittedly. I asked myself why couldn't I have a boyfriend who has a normal job, a job in which his life isn't threatened by a hired killer, a job that didn't require you to deal with the dregs of society. "
She paused. I waited.
"But then I realized that you are so goddamn good at what you do, and someone has to set things right in this fucked up world. And if you are willing to do it, then the least I can do is stand by your side, and give you my support. "
I digested this, then asked, "What about football?"
"I don't know what to make of this football business. We'll cross that bridge when we get there. "
"Fair enough. "
"And I've come to the conclusion that if I go back to you now, I will forever accept you, just the way you are, and deal with whatever comes our way, together. I had a taste of life without you this week, and it was horrible. Just horrible. " She paused and took my hand, and looked me in the eye. "Will you take me back?"
"Yes," I said.
She kissed my knuckles. "You've got me forever, Jim Knighthorse. Or for as long as you can stand me. "
50.
Later, with Cindy teaching an afternoon class, and me wondering how I was going to stay off the booze, Sanchez called.
"I got an address on that plate. "
"Swell. "
"You say it was an older model blue Taurus?"
"Uh huh. "
"How about a green '89 Taurus?"
"Green, blue, same difference. "
"Christ, Knighthorse. Can't you tell the difference?"
"No," I said. "Greens and blues are tough. "
"That could be the difference in apprehending a felon. "
"We all have our handicaps," I said. "Mine is coloration. Yours is unattractiveness. "
"Fuck you," he said, chuckling.
"Perhaps if you were better looking. "
"So what are you going to do?"
"Convince the killer to stay away. "
Sanchez was silent. "You're going to kill him," he finally said. It wasn't a question.
"No other way to convince a hitman to stay away. "
"You need help?"
"Wouldn't that be against the law?"
"Yes. "
"No, thank you. He made it personal. Be better if you stayed out of it, in case something goes wrong. " I paused. "I owe you. "
"Fucking eh, you do. You can start with dinner tonight. "
He gave me the name and address, and hung up. Johnny Bright. I stared at the name for some time.
He should have left Cindy out of it. Would have been healthier for him.
* * *
Next I called Washington state, and this time got hold of Donna Trigger.
"Who's this?" she asked. Her voice was soft.
"My name is Jim Knighthorse, I'm a private detective down in Huntington Beach. I'm following up on the murder of Amanda Peterson. "
There was silence. Not even a hiss of a connection. "What can I do for you, Mr. Knighthorse?"
"Can I ask you about Bryan Dawson?"
Another pause. "What would you like to know?"
"What was your relationship with Mr. Dawson?"
"He was my band director," she said evenly. "And my lover. " She caught me admittedly by surprise. But I am a professional, and just as I opened my mouth for the next question, she continued: "And, in the end, my stalker. "
"Could you elaborate?"
"On what?"
"On everything," I said.
* * *
She did, and when we hung up I had a much clearer picture of Bryan Dawson. And I had no reason to doubt her. Dawson had approached her during her junior year, and she had been flattered because she had always considered him cute. All of the girls did. It began after band camp when he offered to give her a ride home. One thing led to another and they didn't make it home and she had been honored that he had chosen her out of all the girls. She was seventeen and had been a virgin. She saw him secretly during the next year, but he became possessive and physical and she ended the relationship. He was relentless in his pursuit to win her back. Soon he was following her home, standing outside her windows, calling her repeatedly. And when she began dating someone else, a senior at their school, that someone was brutally attacked one night, leaving the kid with a fractured skull and permanent semi-blindness.
But the stalking had abruptly ended when he found a new girl.
A replacement.
Amanda Peterson.