“That he’d kill me or mark me or something. Or that he’d talk me out of it.” She leaned forward, put her port-tipped fingers on my wrist. The gesture was clearly calculated but nonetheless effective for it. I breathed in her spicy scent and felt her sexual impact. I wasn’t aroused and didn’t want her but I could not be unaware of her sexual strength. She said, “Can’t you help me, Matt?” And, immediately, “Do you mind if I call you Matt?”

I had to laugh. “No,” I said. “I don’t mind.”

“I make money but I don’t get to keep it. And I don’t really make more money than I did on the street. But I have a little money.”

“Oh?”

“I have a thousand dollars.”

I didn’t say anything. She opened her purse, found a plain white envelope, got a finger under the flap and tore it open. She took a sheaf of bills from it and placed them on the table between us.

“You could see him for me,” she said.

I picked up the money, held it in my hand. I was being offered the opportunity to serve as intermediary between a blonde whore and a black pimp. It was not a role I’d ever hungered for.

I wanted to hand the money back. But I was nine or ten days out of Roosevelt Hospital and I owed money there, and on the first of the month my rent would be due, and I hadn’t sent anything to Anita and the boys in longer than I cared to remember. I had money in my wallet and more money in the bank but it didn’t add up to much, and Kim Dakkinen’s money was as good as anybody else’s and easier to come by, and what difference did it make what she’d done to earn it?

I counted the bills. They were used hundreds and there were ten of them. I left five on the table in front of me and handed the other five to her. Her eyes widened a little and I decided she had to be wearing contacts. Nobody had eyes that color.

I said, “Five now and five later. If I get you off the hook.”

“Deal,” she said, and grinned suddenly. “You could have had the whole thousand in front.”

“Maybe I’ll work better with an incentive. You want some more coffee?”

“If you’re having some. And I think I’d like something sweet. Do they have desserts here?”

“The pecan pie’s good. So’s the cheesecake.”

“I love pecan pie,” she said. “I have a terrible sweet tooth but I never gain an ounce. Isn’t that lucky?”

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

There was a problem. In order for me to talk to Chance I had to find him, and she couldn’t tell me how to do it.