I doubt that.
“I’m sure you will. I’d like all information you can find as soon as possible. Let’s say tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow? That’s hardly any time at all.”
“Then you’d better get started.”
Candy steps out of the garage, running her hand down Ivan’s arm and holding his pinkie for a second. She blows the short vucari a kiss and comes back to the car.
I put my hand over the receiver when she gets in.
“What was that all about?” I whisper.
“Watch,” she says.
In the garage, the vucari cousins are shouting. The little one pokes Ivan in the chest with the wooden handle of his mallet. Ivan swings and clocks the little guy. But he doesn’t go down. He crouches and slams his shoulder into Ivan’s belly. Ivan falls on the shorter vucari and they end up in a pile of flailing fists and feet, rolling around the garage floor like a spider having a seizure.
I mouth, “You’re evil.”
Candy shrugs and mouths, “I was bored. And I love messing with dumb guys.”
“One more thing, Amanda. I’m going to need guns. Pistols. I’m not sure what I’ll be in the mood for, so bring an assortment. Like teacakes to a party. All right?”
“My pleasure, Lucifer. I live to serve you.”
“Of course you do.”
“Where shall I get in touch with you? The usual? The Chateau Marmont?”
Goddamn. I forgot about that place.
“Yes, the Chateau. My usual suite.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow evening, Lucifer.”
“Ciao.”
I put the phone away and Candy leans back like she’s never seen me before.
“You have a suite somewhere? You’ve been holding out on me.”
“I don’t have one yet but I think I will when we get back to town.”
“Is there room service? I like room service.”
I put the black blade in the ignition and start the car.
“How does Rinko feel about you spending time with me? She knows about us, right?”
“She’s not brain-dead, so yeah, she knows. I told you before, Rinko and I aren’t married. She knows you and I have something and you know she and I have something. No one has to be here who doesn’t want to be. I mean, there’s nothing that’s stopping you from seeing someone else.”
“I’m not interested in anyone else.”
“Really? Is that why Sasha Grey had her tongue down your throat last night?”
“Brigitte? That was nothing. Just a couple of old zombie slayers who haven’t seen each other in a few months.”
“Another month and you two would have been dry-humping on the bar.”