Back Eight Million Ways to Die
Chapters (45)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Contents
  5. Epigraph
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. Chapter 30
  36. Chapter 31
  37. Chapter 32
  38. Chapter 33
  39. Chapter 34
  40. About the Author
  41. Books By Lawrence Block
  42. Enter the World of Matthew Scudder
  43. Praise
  44. Copyright
  45. About the Publisher

“Oh, no. I never had her number, even.” She thought for a moment. “She had beautiful eyes. I can close my eyes and picture the color of them.”

Her own eyes were large, somewhere between brown and green. Her eyelashes were unusually long, and it struck me that they were probably false. She was a short girl of the body type they call a pony in Las Vegas chorus lines. She was wearing faded Levi’s with the cuffs turned up and a hot pink sweater that was stretched tight over her full breasts.

She hadn’t known that Kim had planned to leave Chance, and she found the information interesting. “Well, I can understand that,” she said after some thought. “He didn’t really care for her, you know, and you don’t want to stay forever with a man who doesn’t care for you.”

“What makes you say he didn’t care for her?”

“You pick these things up. I suppose he was glad to have her around, like she didn’t make trouble and she brought in the bread, but he didn’t have a feeling for her.”

“Does he have a feeling for the others?”

“He has a feeling for me,” she said.

“And anybody else?”

“He likes Sunny. Everybody likes Sunny, she’s fun to be with. I don’t know if he cares for her. Or Donna, I’m sure he doesn’t care for Donna, but I don’t think she cares for him either. I think that’s strictly business on both sides. Donna, I don’t think Donna cares for anybody. I don’t think she knows there are people in the world.”

“How about Ruby?”

“Have you met her?” I hadn’t. “Well, she’s like, you know, exotic. So he’d like that. And Mary Lou’s very intelligent and they go to concerts and shit, like Lincoln Center, classical music, but that doesn’t mean he has a feeling for her.”

She started to giggle. I asked her what was so funny. “Oh, I just flashed that I’m the typical dumb hooker, thinks she’s the only one the pimp loves. But you know what it is? I’m the only one he can relax with. He can come up here and take his shoes off and let his mind roll out. Do you know what a karmic tie is?”

“No.”

“Well, it has something to do with reincarnation. I don’t know if you believe in that.”

“I never thought about it much.”