Prayers For Rain Part 70

"What? No. Wait. There he is." Horns blared behind her.

"You see a black Mustang anywhere near him?"

"Yup. He's crossing to it."

"Get the plate number, Ange."

"Okay. Kirk, out."

I hung up and looked up at the couple standing over me. They wore matching black Metallica T-s.h.i.+rts.

I said, "Metallica's playing the Fleet Center tonight?"

"Uh, yeah."

"I thought they broke up."

"No." The guy's upside-down face blanched as if I'd just predicted one of the signs of the apocalypse. "No, no, no."

I put my cell phone back in my pocket, raised both hands. "A little help?"

They stepped over me and arranged themselves in position, grasped my hands.

"Gently," I said.

They pulled me to my feet and the garage lurched up and down several times and the light went all greasy in my head. I touched my ribs, then my upper chest and shoulders, finally my jaw. Nothing seemed broken. Everything, however, hurt. A lot.

"You want us to call security?" the guy said.

I leaned back against a parked car, checked each tooth with my tongue. "No. It's okay. You might want to step away kinda fast, though."

"Why?"

"Because I'm definitely going to puke."

They moved almost as fast as Wesley had.

Let me get this straight," Bubba said as he swabbed rubbing alcohol on my sc.r.a.ped forehead. "You got your a.s.s handed to you like a hat hat by a guy looks like Niles Crane." by a guy looks like Niles Crane."

"Uh-huh," I managed, an ice pack the size of a football pressed to my swollen jaw.

"I don't know," Bubba said to Angie. "Can we hang out with him anymore?"

Angie looked up from the photos she'd had developed of Wesley at Foto-Fast while Bubba had checked me for breaks or sprains, taped up my bruised ribs, cleaned the wounds and sc.r.a.pes from the garage floor and the ring on Wesley's right hand. Say what you will about Bubba's intelligence or lack thereof, but he's a h.e.l.l of a field medic. Has better drugs, too.

Angie smiled. "You do become more of a liability with every pa.s.sing day."

"Ha," I said. "Nice hair."

Angie touched the sides of her head and scowled.

The portable phone by her elbow rang, and she picked it up.

"Hey, Devin," she said after a few seconds. "Huh?" She looked at me. "His jaw looks like a pink grapefruit, but otherwise I think he's okay. Huh? Sure." She lowered the phone. "Devin wants to know when you turned into such a Sally."

"The guy knew f.u.c.king kung fu," I said through gritted teeth, "judo, some G.o.dd.a.m.n fly-in-the-air, kick-your-head-off s.h.i.+t."

She rolled her eyes. "What's that?" she said into the phone. "Oh, okay." Back to me: "Devin asks why you didn't just shoot him?"

"Good question," Bubba said.

"I tried tried," I said.

"He tried," she told Devin. She listened, nodded, said to me, "Devin said next time? Try harder."

I gave her a bitter smile.

"He's giving your advice due consideration," she told Devin. "And those plates?" She listened. "Okay, thanks. Yeah, let's do that soon. Okay. Bye."

She hung up. "The plates were stolen from a Mercury Cougar last night."

"Last night," I said.

She nodded. "Methinks our Wesley plans ahead for all eventualities."

"And can high-step like a chorus girl!" Bubba said.

I leaned back in my chair, gave them a "bring it on" gesture with my free hand. "Let's get it over with. All the jokes. Let's go."

"You kidding?" Angie said. "No way."

"Months," Bubba said. "Months we'll be milking this."

Bubba's friend at the state revenue office had been indicted last year on multiple fraud charges, so that turned into a dead end, but Angie finally got a call from her IRS contact and started scribbling notes as she listened to him, saying, "Uh-huh, uh-huh," over and over as I nursed my swollen jaw and Bubba spooned cayenne pepper into a collection of hollow-point bullets.

"Stop that," I said.

"What? I'm bored."

"You're bored a lot lately."

"Well, look at the company I've been keeping."

Angie looked up from the table as she hung up the phone and smiled at me. "We got him."

"Wesley?"

She nodded. "Paid taxes from 1984 until '89, when he disappeared."