I looked in the bag and pulled out a container of orange juice and a bagel with cream cheese. “Thanks for bringing me breakfast. This was really nice of you.”
“Yeah, I’m a nice guy.”
He hooked his finger into the neckline of my cotton knit pajama top, looked inside at my breasts, and gave a small sigh.
“So near and yet so far,” he said.
He kissed me and left.
I dropped a chunk of bagel into Rex’s cage, and I ate the rest. I drank the orange juice and took the coffee into my bedroom to drink while I dressed.
A half hour later I was at the bonds bus.
“Where’s Lula?” I asked Connie.
“She said she’d be in late. Something about her hair.”
“It looks like the cockfighting isn’t going to get Alpha off the street. I’m going to need another angle.”
“I’m sure he’s involved in a lot of bad stuff, but the only other thing I know for sure is the security racket.”
“Do you have store owners’ names?”
“The first three blocks of Stark Street are controlled by Alpha. If a store is open and operating they’re paying for protection. If it’s burned to the ground, they aren’t.”
“That’s pretty straightforward. Would I have any luck if I approached the people who had their store torched?”
“If you could find them … and they were alive and functioning beyond a vegetative state.”
“Jeez.”
Mooner was on the couch, doing the Jumble. “Uncle Black,” he said.
I turned toward him. “Who’s Uncle Black?”
“He owns a comic book store on the second block of Stark. Uncle Black’s Books. He had to raise his prices to cover his payments, but then like the payments got raised. It’s a vicious cycle, dude. Uncle Black’s an unhappy man.”
“I need to talk to Uncle Black,” I said.
“You gotta be comic book worthy, or Uncle Black won’t talk to you. He’s focused. He’s got like comic book laserness. He’s like the comic book guru.”
“Wonderful. I’m the no-talent guru who’s going to get him off the hook to Nick Alpha. Let’s go.”
There wasn’t a lot of traffic on Stark at this time of the morning, and I was able to park in front of Uncle Black’s Books. I locked the Shelby, set the alarm, and followed Mooner into the store. Black’s Books was a small, dusty space, crammed with tables holding thousands of collectible comics in boards and plastic bags. The comics were in alphabetical order according to category. Lots of Spider-Man, Superman, X-men. Not so many Betty and Veronica and Casper. Lots of comics I’d never seen.
“Whoa,” Mooner said, obviously gobstruck by a comic in a special display. “ ‘The Creeper versus the Human Firefly.’ Awesome, dude. Fucking awesome.”
“Maybe we should buy that one,” I said to him. “Would that break the ice with Uncle Black? How much is it?”
“Forty-five dollars.”
“Are you kidding me? It’s a comic book! I’ve bought cars for forty-five dollars.”
“But dude, it’s The Creeper.”
I looked around. “Is that Uncle Black behind the counter?”
“Affirmative.”
Uncle Black was white. Really white. As if he hadn’t been out from under the fluorescent lights in a long, long time. He was slim and maybe 5′5″. In his early forties. Mousey brown hair that needed a cutting. Dressed in vintage clothes from the fifties. I suspected the vintage look wasn’t intentional.
“Moonman,” he said. “Wassup?”
“I brought the dudette,” Mooner said. “She’s like cool. She’s Bus Girl.”
“She doesn’t look like Bus Girl. Bus Girl has big hooters and golden clothes. She needs to come back when she looks like Bus Girl, and maybe Uncle Black will talk to her.”
I gave Uncle Black my card. “I need to talk to you about the protection you’re paying.”
Uncle Black tore the card up and threw it into the air like confetti. “Uncle Black will not pay one more penny to protection. And Uncle Black will only talk to Bus Girl when she’s appropriately dressed.”
“Bus Girl is a digital creation of her sick cousin,” I said to Uncle Black.
Uncle Black’s eyes narrowed and his upper lip curled back. “Uncle Black hates digital. Digital is the work of the devil.” He bent below the counter and came up with a shotgun. “Get out of my store you spawn of Satan!”
Mooner and I scurried out of the store and ran halfway down the street before we remembered the Shelby sitting in front of Black’s Books.
I was at the corner, wondering if it was safe to sneak back and retrieve the car, and a black sedan slid to a stop and double-parked beside the Shelby. Two guys who looked like bad business got out of the car and walked into the comic book store. There was a shotgun blast, and the two guys ran out of the store. One of them stumbled and was scooped up and stuffed into the black sedan by the second guy. The second guy sighted what looked like a missile launcher on the roof of the Shelby and phooonf, he fired something off into Black’s.