Part 33 (1/2)

Izzy was back pretty quickly, and she could tell that he'd been successful by the way he was holding his bag. It was no longer empty, and sure enough, he set it on the floor with a heavy-sounding thump.

With the two of them working together, the search of the room went that much more quickly.

”Let's put everything back the way we found it,” Izzy said. ”No need to tip him off that we were here.”

”Was there anything that led you to believe there's a second gun?” she asked him, looking up from putting the cus.h.i.+ons back on the reclining chair. ”An empty box, or a different type of ammo or...?”

”No,” he said. ”We just wanted to be extra careful.”

That we we referred to Izzy and Dan. referred to Izzy and Dan.

”This must've made Danny crazy,” Eden said. ”I remember him always asking that, first thing, whenever Ivette got a new boyfriend. Does he own a weapon? Does he own a weapon? It really freaked him out, the idea of some stranger bringing a gun into the house.” It really freaked him out, the idea of some stranger bringing a gun into the house.”

”I bet,” Izzy said.

”Do you want me to go into Ben's room and help decide which of his things to take?”

”Maybe you shouldn't go back there,” he said.

Eden looked at him. ”Why not?”

”There's a deadbolt on the bedroom door.”

”In Ben's room?” she asked. ”That used to be my room. I installed that lock.”

”Not the way it's currently working,” Izzy said. ”Plus Greg boarded up the other window.”

”Seriously?” she said, moving swiftly down the hall to look.

In doing so, she pa.s.sed the bathroom where Greg had locked her, not quite a year ago-where Izzy had come and rescued her.

She paused at the door of the bedroom that had been hers when they'd first moved in. Ben had moved in with her, sometime later, when Greg had decided he needed the third bedroom for a home office-probably when he realized that Eden really wasn't wasn't open to the idea of him visiting her in her room at night. open to the idea of him visiting her in her room at night.

And there it was-the deadbolt she'd installed on her bedroom door. But Greg had removed it and turned it around, so that it could be used to lock someone-Ben-in the room instead of keeping creepy, lecherous old drunks out.

Izzy was right-Greg had also boarded up the second window. She'd broken the first one by throwing a chair through it.

And yet, good, positive things had happened in this very room.

It was in here, sitting on the bed, that Izzy had asked her to marry him. She'd thought at first that he was kidding, but he'd been dead serious.

”Y'okay?” Izzy said, appearing now beside her, solid and tall, and still, as always, concerned for her.

She nodded and flipped on the light and went inside. ”Good thing he didn't have a gun when I lived here, too.”

”That very thought crossed my mind,” Izzy said as he followed her and looked around.

Eden got right to work, making a pile of the few things Ben would want them to take. His CDs. He only had about a dozen, given to him as gifts. He had a few DVDs, too, even though there wasn't a DVD player anywhere in the house.

Izzy put his bag down on the bed and pushed aside the shabby dresser, revealing a spot in the corner where the tired wall-to-wall carpeting had come free from beneath the molding. He lifted it up and pulled out a manila envelope that had a rubber band tightly around it.

It was Ben's stash of money.

”You should just keep that,” Eden told Izzy now as she took an extra pair of black jeans and Ben's work boots from the closet. ”He told me you gave it to him, while I was...away.”

”Gave is gave,” Izzy said evenly. ”I'm not taking it back. Besides, it's pretty impressive that a kid his age didn't just go out and spend it.”

”He was keeping it for an emergency,” Eden told him as she gave the boots a second look and put them back. They were already too small. ”He's a Gillman, even though he doesn't really think he is. We learn from an early age that the sky could fall any minute and you better have a backup plan, because sooner or later, disaster is coming.”

T-s.h.i.+rts, socks, underwear-everything they took, they wouldn't have to buy later. At least not until Ben grew out of it all in another few months.

”That's a hard way to live.” As Izzy packed it all in his bag, Eden gave the top of Ben's battered desk a quick glance.

He had a small collection of little toys and action figures-things he probably got with his Happy Meals back when he was twelve. She'd had a similar collection-Ariel from The Little Mermaid The Little Mermaid, and Aladdin's monkey, Abu; the Brave Little Toaster and a bendable Gumby and Pokey-all of which had been swept away when the levees broke.

So she took Ben's Toy Story Toy Story figures and his Pokemon cards, his Transformers and several other action figures she didn't recognize, and jammed them into Izzy's bag along with the far more logical socks and briefs. figures and his Pokemon cards, his Transformers and several other action figures she didn't recognize, and jammed them into Izzy's bag along with the far more logical socks and briefs.

Izzy noticed-he noticed everything. But he didn't comment.

”That everything?” he asked.

Eden nodded. ”What's next?”

”Ivette,” Izzy said. ”We need to find out where she's working so we can get an address and pay her a visit.”

”Kitchen,” Eden said. ”There might be something stuck to the fridge with a magnet. If not, there's a place on the counter where we always put the mail. I don't know if they still do that now, but...”

”Mail as in, maybe there's a paycheck?” Izzy asked.

Eden made the sound of the raspberry. ”Greg would've cashed that. They share a bank account. I'm thinking pay stub or envelope left in the rubble-something with the company's return address.”

”Show me,” Izzy said.

After they'd returned from Ben's interview with the social worker named Larry over at CPS, Jennilyn and Ben sat at the kitchen table, heads together. They were using Jenn's laptop to surf the Internet, searching for three-bedroom apartments in San Diego.

”There are definitely more two-bedrooms than three,” Jenni told Dan as he came in to get a gla.s.s of water. ”Even when I expand the search to include houses. And the prices...” She made a face. ”Well, they're great compared to New York City, but...”

”Then maybe we should look for a two-bedroom,” Dan said. ”I can bunk in with Ben-which won't be that often,” he added as his little brother's discomfort levels increased. Jenn had been right-the kid didn't know him very well, and vice versa. Dan didn't have even a fraction of the relations.h.i.+p with Ben that Eden did. And clearly the thought of having to share a room was not a happy one. ”The teams've been spending a lot of time overseas and, um...”

And as those those words left his mouth, Dan realized that they weren't going to inspire any kind of a words left his mouth, Dan realized that they weren't going to inspire any kind of a yay yay response, this time from Jenn, considering the last time he'd gone wheels up he'd nearly died. response, this time from Jenn, considering the last time he'd gone wheels up he'd nearly died.

Way to work the room, Gillman. Freak everyone everyone out. out.

But Jenn took it in stride. She didn't smile, but she didn't look perturbed. ”If it'll mostly be Eden and Ben living there,” she said evenly, ”then a two-bedroom makes sense. And with Izzy and Eden chipping in...”

”Are they really back together?” Ben asked. He'd already learned to look to Jenn for a bulls.h.i.+t-free answer. ”Enough to want to live together? I mean, even just a few days ago, Eden was pretty adamant that it was over.”

”Well, you know Eden,” Dan started, but Jenn cut him off.

”People sometimes think they know what they want,” she told the kid, ”and then they find out they're completely wrong. Go figure, you know?”