The Stupidest Angel: A Heartwarming Tale of Christmas Terror(20)

 

This wasn't his first Nativity mission. No, in fact, he had been given the assignment of the very first Nativity mission, and due to having stopped on the way to play some pinochle, he'd shown up ten years late, announcing to the prepubescent Son himself that he "would find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger." Embarrassing? Well, yes. And now, some two thousand years later, he was on another Nativity mission, and he was sure now that he'd found the child, that this one was going to go much more smoothly (for one thing, there were no shepherds to frighten — he'd felt bad about that back then). No, come Christmas Eve the mission would be accomplished, he'd grab a plate of ribs and head back to heaven lickety-split.

 

But first he needed to find the site for the miracle.

 

 

* * *

 

There were two sheriff's cruisers and an ambulance outside the Barker house when Theo arrived.

 

"Crowe, where the hell have you been?" the sheriff's deputy was yelling before Theo was even out of the Volvo. The deputy was the second-shift commander; Joe Metz was his name. He had a linebacker frame that he augmented with weight lifting and marathon beer drinking. Theo had encountered him a dozen times in as many years. Their relationship had gone from a mild disregard to an open disrespect — which was pretty much Theo's relationship with everyone in the San Junipero County Sheriff's Department.

 

"I saw the suspect and made pursuit. I lost him in the woods about a mile east of here." Theo decided he wasn't going to mention what he'd actually seen. His credibility was thin enough with the sheriff's department.

 

"Why didn't you call it in? We should have units all over the area."

 

"I did. You do."

 

"I didn't hear the call go in."

 

"I called it in on my cell. My radio's broken."

 

"Why don't I know about it?"

 

Theo raised his eyebrows as if to say, Perhaps because you're a big no-necked dumb-ass. At least that's what he hoped the gesture said.

 

Metz looked at the radio on his belt, then turned to disguise his action as he turned a switch. Immediately the voice of the dispatcher came on, calling out for the shift commander. Metz keyed the mike clipped to the epaulet of his uniform shirt and identified himself.

 

Theo stood by, trying not to smile as the dispatcher reported the entire situation again. Theo wasn't worried about the two units that were headed to the woods up by the chapel. He was sure they weren't going to find anyone. Whoever the guy in black was, he had a way of disappearing, and Theo didn't even want to think of the means by which he did it. Theo had gone back to the chapel, where he'd caught a glimpse of the blond man moving through the woods before he was gone again. Theo had called home to make sure that Molly was okay. She was.

 

"Can I talk to the kid?" Theo asked.

 

"When the EMTs are done looking at him," Metz said. "The mother's on the way. She was out to dinner with the boyfriend in San Junipero. Kid seems okay, just real shaken up, some bruises on his arms where the suspect picked him up, but no other injuries I could see. Kid couldn't say what the guy wanted. There's no property missing."

 

"You get a description?"

 

"The kid keeps giving us names of characters from video games for comparison. What do we know from 'Mung-fu, the Vanquished'? You get a good look at him?"

 

"Yeah," Theo said, forcing a lump out of his throat, "I'd say Mung-fu is pretty accurate."

 

"Don't fuck with me, Crowe."

 

"Caucasian, long blond hair, blue eyes, clean-shaven, six foot two, one-eighty, wearing a black duster that goes to the ground. I didn't see his shoes. Dispatch has it all." Theo kept thinking of the deep gouges in the blond guy's cheeks. He had started to think of him as the "ghost-bot." Video games — right.

 

Metz nodded. "Dispatch says he's on foot. How'd you lose him?"

 

"The woods are thick up there."

 

Metz was looking at Theo's belt. "Where's your weapon, Crowe?"

 

"I left it in the car. Didn't want to scare the kid."

 

Without a word, Metz stepped over to Theo's Volvo and opened the passenger-side door. "Where?"

 

"Pardon?"

 

"Where in your unlocked car is your weapon?"

 

Theo felt the last of his energy flow out of him. He just wasn't good at confrontation. "It's at my house."

 

Metz smiled now like the bartender had just announced pitchers all around, on the house. "You know, you might be the perfect guy to go after this suspect, Theo."

 

Theo hated it when the sheriffs called him by his first name. "Why's that, Joseph?"