Part 3 (2/2)
Her mind...not accepting this...shutting down...
”Not,” Kiko added, ”when he died twenty-three years ago.”
FOUR.
TheLostLittleBoy AFTERthe meeting, Kiko persuaded his boss to allow Dawn to go with him and Breisi to the Pennybaker home for an innocuous round of questioning with Robby's dad. Although the mysterious Voice wasn't that excited about her riding along, Kiko was adamant-no doubt because, in the psychic's all-knowing mind, Frank's daughter was meant be on this case with them. The Voice had to have a lot of faith in Kiko's talents to go along with this.
And, even though she didn't really buy into the vision thing, she couldn't fly in the face of this opportunity, either.
In any event, the boss had made his employees promise to always keep Dawn in their sights, safe. Truthfully, she didn't feel the need for babysitting, but if she wanted to be there, following directions from the spook crew was mandatory.
And that's how she got to this point: stuck in the backseat of Breisi's 4Runner. There were some w.a.n.ky features, like the panels that had been built into the floor and the compartments in the doors. Also, in the rear storage area, gray canvas covered something Kiko wouldn't explain, so Dawn had stopped asking within the first few minutes. It smelled like grease and steel. That, mixed with the tropical air freshener attached to Breisi's vents, tumbled Dawn's stomach.
As they roared out of the Hills and along the 405 Freeway to Brentwood, where the Pennybakers lived in a sw.a.n.ky mini-mansion close to where OJ Simpson had performed the last leg of his Freedom Rider Bronco fiasco, she watched the night embrace L.A.
Lights s.h.i.+mmered in the valley, winking and seducing as they frosted the dark gla.s.s of skysc.r.a.pers. Back in the distance, the famous Hollywood sign rested against the withered skin of Mount Lee. It was lit by floodlights, crooked in its dotage but alive with the hope and sparkle of people who still had some dreams left.
In a good mood, Kiko turned around in his seat, wearing sungla.s.ses. G.o.d, that chapped her hide. There was no reason to wear those things at night unless you were a poseur.
”Smooth as a Lamborghini, huh, Dawn?”
”I've never had the pleasure of driving one.”
”Me, either; but I will. You watch. One day, I'll have a garage full of 'em after I score the right roles. Right now, I'm just a face in the crowd, but my agent's got a few jobs cooking. Something along the lines ofThe Station Agent. Or a stage production ofWaiting for G.o.dot. I'm up for Vladmir in this production where we would dress like p.a.w.ns being used in the game of life.”
”Interesting,” she said, distracted by all the questions she needed answered.
”I'm here to tell you,” he continued, on a roll, ”that actors of my talent have been f.u.c.ked ever sinceLord of the RingsandStar Wa.r.s.ended. Gimme a hobbit to double or an Ewok to play any day of the week, I say. All I want to do is be on that screen.
That's how it's always been, too, ever since I was just a rugrat from Phoenix. I was in school plays and all that stuff, but I knew movies were the golden ticket. That's why I came out to L.A., right out of twelfth grade. I was a starving actor for a while, but then the boss came calling one day after thisthinghappened....”
At the way he trailed off, Dawn's interest was piqued.”Thing?”
”Yeah.” Kiko frowned. ”It was in the papers-”
”Whatthing, Kiko?” Man, he liked to flap those gums.
He paused, like this was allowing the memory time to fully form. Then, shrugging, he said, ”There was a guy going around my old neighborhood, breaking into apartments and attacking women. I knew who he was. He just lived two doors down and, one day, he left his jacket by the mailboxes. When I touched it, I sensed what he'd been up to.”
She hadn't expected such a sobering story. ”Seriously?”
”Seriously. I have psychometric talents along with precognition and telepathy.”
She wanted to ask more, but he was already talking again.
”I started bugging the police about him before he could ruin another woman's life, but they, of course, didn't believe me. I'm used to that though, so I cut to the chase and told them I was going to do something about the guy myself if they were just going to sit on their a.s.ses and let him rape his way through L.A.”
Kiko, the vigilante? ”So did you do...something?”
The psychic smirked. ”I didn't have to. This detective who'd already worked with sixth-sense consultants and believed in its value investigated my neighbor. She ended up gathering enough evidence to nail him pretty quick.”
”Wow.” Dawn just sat there. ”You're, like, a hero then.”
”Yes, I am.”
He rushed on, making her wonder if he actually had the capacity for humility. Small chance, but maybe.
”The press got a hold of the story, and that's how the boss found me. He liked my 'interest in justice' besides all the psychic talent.”
”You were in the news? Aren't you afraid this rapist will have a vendetta against you?”
”Not really. He hanged himself in prison.” Silence struck the air. Breisi sighed and inserted a receiver in her right ear and pushed a glowing red b.u.t.ton in the middle of the steering wheel. The 4Runner revved, then jetted to a higher speed.
Thrown back in her seat, Dawn recovered, then scooted forward. She gestured toward the b.u.t.ton. ”What'sthat?”
There. Change the subject, p.r.o.nto. It helped her to stop worrying about Frank's part in this PI firm that required a ”sense of justice” from its employees. It kept her from thinking about Breisi's part in it. Frank's part in it.
Breisi was acting like the backseat was vacant, but Kiko was glad to answer.
”That's one of her antiradar gadgets. It saves us a lot of time.” Kiko tapped his ear. ”And she likes to monitor.”
”Police scanners?”
”Not right now. The Dodgers are playing the Giants, so don't talk to her unless it's highly necessary.”
Dawn didn't need an excuse to do that, but she played ”nice” instead. Frank would've been proud.
She s.h.i.+fted back into her seat, finally at her wits' end with these people. ”So...What's going on with Mr. Limpet?”
”Don't call him that.”
”Why?”
He took off his sungla.s.ses and gave her a blank look.
”Oh, come on, Kiko. For starters, did you think I wouldn't notice that he wasn't in the room for our entire conversation?”
”The boss just enjoys his privacy.”
”You've never wondered? Man, do you guys ever solve anything or do you just run around in that Hammer House of Horror getting your jollies from blowing the minds of people who manage to get past the door?”
Kiko, as compact as he was, turned his entire body around to face her. ”We're aces in what we do, but...well, our clientele is slightly different from the norm. Breisi and I handle the customer service and aboveboard groundwork. None of the clients gets to see the boss like you did.”
”I didn't exactlyseehim.”
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