Part 20 (1/2)
”Yes, Choo. They are for that girl.”
”You should stay away from her. She's a very scary girl.”
”Hot, though, don't you think?”
Virtue stared at him. ”Don't you know there's a quarantine? Where have you been? No one is supposed to go out.”
”A what?”
”A quarantine. That flu going around. Everyone is supposed to stay inside.”
”I've had flu before, big deal,” Sanjit said dismissively.
”Look, if they put on a quarantine they have good reasons. You don't know these people, I think most of them are crazy. You don't know what they might do if they catch you out.”
”I'll be back,” Sanjit said with a jaunty wink. ”Unless I get really lucky.”
”Or she shoots you with that big gun of hers.”
”That's also a possibility,” Sanjit said cheerfully.
He patted Bowie on the head and checked on the others. Then he headed out into the sunlight.
The streets of Perdido Beach had never exactly been busy. It wasn't New York or Bangkok. But they were particularly quiet now. Not a soul in sight.
Maybe Virtue was telling the truth about a quarantine after all. But hey, who better to be with than Lana, the Healer?
He reached Clifftop without seeing anyone.
He pushed through the lobby doors. He knew that Lana had the best room on the highest floor, a room with a balcony that looked down at the cliff and the beach and out at the ocean.
He was confronted with a confusing hallway full of doors, some closed, many showing signs of having been kicked open or battered down so kids could raid the minibars.
He found what he thought was the right door. He straightened his clothes and his flowers and knocked. From inside Patrick erupted in loud barking.
He saw the peephole go dark as someone looked out.
He smiled and waved.
Soft cursing from inside. Then, ”It's okay, Patrick, it's just some idiot.”
The door opened. Lana had a cigarette hanging from the corner of her mouth. She had her pistol in her hand.
”What?” she snapped at Sanjit.
”Flowers,” Sanjit said, and held them out to her.
Lana stared at the flowers. ”Are you kidding me?”
”I would have brought candy, but I couldn't find any.”
”Are you r.e.t.a.r.ded? There's a quarantine on. No one is supposed to be outside.”
He had hoped for a little smile. He detected no smile. Instead he smelled alcohol on her breath. Although she didn't seem drunk, her words weren't slurred, and her eyes focused the full intensity of her incredulity quite effectively.
”May I come in?” Sanjit asked.
”In?” Lana echoed. ”Here?”
”Yes. May I come in?”
Lana blinked.
”Okay,” she said, and her eyebrows shot up like she was amazed the word had come out of her mouth. She stepped back and Sanjit stepped through.
The room had once been a sterile, anonymous hotel room.
It still was. Lana had hung no pictures, collected no precious possessions. No stuffed animals lay on the bed. The room was filthy, of course, but so was just about every room in Perdido Beach.
It smelled of cigarette b.u.t.ts, whiskey, and dog. A huge shotgun leaned against one wall. Patrick seemed almost as agitated as his owner. Neither Lana nor Patrick was used to receiving guests.
There was a small Sammy sun in the closet so that when the closet door was left open there would be light, and when closed less light.
Sanjit crossed to the gla.s.s door. ”Great view.”
”What do you want?”
”I want to get to know you,” Sanjit said.
”Why?”
”You're interesting.”
”Yeah,” Lana said. ”But not in any way you're going to like.”
Sanjit sat down on the desk chair. He laid the flowers on the hutch next to the TV set. He noticed a scratch from a thorn. It was bleeding a little, no big deal.
”No,” Lana said, ”I'm not going to heal your scratch.”
”Good,” Sanjit said.
”Good? Why good?”
”Because when you hold my hand, I don't want it to be work for you.”
”Hand holding?” Lana barked out a laugh. ”That's what you want? Hand holding?”
”Well, we would work up to that. If we like each other.”
”We don't.”