Part 3 (1/2)

Here came the gravity knife again, as quick as a shark, and, snapping his head back out of the way, Ricky counter-slashed at the sweeping arm and felt the rubbery tug of flesh unzipped by the tip of his Buck's steel.

Andre abruptly stepped back and relaxed. He put his knife away and held up his arm. It had a nice b.l.o.o.d.y slash across the inner forearm. He stood there letting it bleed for Ricky. Ricky had seen himself and others bleed, but not a black man. On black skin, he found, blood looked more opulent, a richer red, and so did the meat underneath the skin. That cut would take at least a dozen st.i.tches. They both watched the blood soak the elastic cuff of Andre's jacket.

”So here's what it is,” said Andre, and dipped his free hand in the jacket and pulled out a teensy, elegant little silver cellphone. ”Ima call the oinkers, and say I need an ambulance because this mad whacked white shrimp-that's you-slashed me when I just axed him for some spare change, and then Ima ditch the s.h.i.+t outta this knife before they show up, and it won't matter if they believe me or not, when they see me bleedin like this they gonna take us both down for questioning and statements. How's your rap sheet, Chief, hey? So look. Just give me a little money and I'm totally outta your face. It don't have to be much. Ten dollars would do it!”

This took Ricky aback. ”Ten dollars? You make me cut you for ten dollars?”

”You wanna give me a hundred, give me a hundred! Ten's all you gotta give me-and a ride. A short ride, over to the Hood.”

”You want money and a ride! You think I'm outta my mind? You wanna ride to your connection to score, and when we get there, you're gonna try an get more money out of me. And that's the best best case scenario.” Ricky was dismayed to hear a hint of negotiation in his own words. It was true, he'd had a number of contacts with the San Francisco Police Department, as the result of alcohol-enhanced conflicts here and there. But also, he felt intrigued by the guy. Something fascinating burned in this Andre whack. Intensity came off him in waves, along with his faint scent of street-funk. The man was consumed by a pa.s.sion. In the deformed letters on his t-s.h.i.+rt, Ricky thought he could make out a T_H_U. case scenario.” Ricky was dismayed to hear a hint of negotiation in his own words. It was true, he'd had a number of contacts with the San Francisco Police Department, as the result of alcohol-enhanced conflicts here and there. But also, he felt intrigued by the guy. Something fascinating burned in this Andre whack. Intensity came off him in waves, along with his faint scent of street-funk. The man was consumed by a pa.s.sion. In the deformed letters on his t-s.h.i.+rt, Ricky thought he could make out a T_H_U.

”What could I be coppin for ten bucks?” crowed Andre. ”I'm not out to harm you! This just has to do with me. me. See, it's See, it's required. required. I have to get these two things from someone else, the money and the ride.” I have to get these two things from someone else, the money and the ride.”

”Explain that. Explain why you have have to get these two things from someone else.” to get these two things from someone else.”

Andre didn't answer for a moment. He stared and stared, not exactly at Ricky, but at something he seemed to see in Ricky. He seemed to be weighing this thing he detected. He had eyes like black opals, and strange slow thoughts seemed to move within their s.h.i.+ny hemispheres . . . .

”The reason is,” he said at last, ”that's the procedure. procedure. There are these particular rules for seeing the one I want to see.” There are these particular rules for seeing the one I want to see.”

”And who is that?”

”I can't tell you. I'm not allowed.”

It was almost time to close up anyway. Ricky became aware of a powerful tug of curiosity, and aware of the fact that Andre saw it in his eyes. This put Ricky's back up.

”No. You gotta give me something. You gotta tell me at least-””Tha.s.sit! f.u.c.k you!” And Andre flipped open the cellphone. His big spatulate fingertips made quick dainty movements on the minute keys. Ricky heard the bleep, minuscule but crystal clear, of the digits, and then a micro-voice saying, ”Nine One One Emergency.”

”I been stabbed by a punk in a liquor store! I been stabbed!”

Ricky violently shook his head, and held up his hands in surrender. With a bleep, Andre clicked off. ”Believe me! You're not makin a mistake. It's something I can't talk about, but you can see see it. You can see it yourself. But the thing is, it's got to be now. We can't hem an haw. And Ima tell you now, now that you're in, that there's something it. You can see it yourself. But the thing is, it's got to be now. We can't hem an haw. And Ima tell you now, now that you're in, that there's something in in it for you, something good as gold. Trust me, you'll see. Help me with this knot,” he said, pulling a surprisingly clean-looking handkerchief from his jacket pocket. He folded it-rather expertly, Ricky thought-into a bandage. Ricky wrapped it round the wound and tied the ends in a neat, tight square-knot, feeling as his fingers pressed against flesh that he was forming a bond with this whack by stanching his blood. He was accepting a dangerous complicity with his whack aims, whatever they might be . . . . it for you, something good as gold. Trust me, you'll see. Help me with this knot,” he said, pulling a surprisingly clean-looking handkerchief from his jacket pocket. He folded it-rather expertly, Ricky thought-into a bandage. Ricky wrapped it round the wound and tied the ends in a neat, tight square-knot, feeling as his fingers pressed against flesh that he was forming a bond with this whack by stanching his blood. He was accepting a dangerous complicity with his whack aims, whatever they might be . . . .

Bandaged, Andre held out his hand. Ricky put a ten in it.

”Thanks,” said Andre. ”So. Where's your ride?”

The blue Mustang boomed down Sixteenth through the Mission. All the signals were on blink. Here and there under the streetlights, there was a wino or two, or someone walking fast, shoulders hunched against the emptiness, but mostly the Mustang rolled through pure naked City, a vacant concrete stage.

Ricky liked driving around at this hour, and often did it on his own for fun. When he was a kid, he'd always felt sorcery in the midnight streets, in the mosaic of their lights, and he'd never lost the sense of unearthly shapes stirring beneath their web, stirring till they almost cohered, as the stars did for the ancients into constellations. Tonight, with mad, bleeding Andre riding shotgun, the lights glittered wilder possibilities, and a sinister grandeur seemed to lurk in them.

They pa.s.sed under the freeway and down to the Bayside, hanging south on Third. After long blocks of big blank buildings, Third took a snaky turn, and they were rolling through the Hood.

p.a.w.n shops and thrift stores and liquor stores. A whiff of Mad Dog hung over it, Mad Dog with every other drug laced through it. The Hood was lit, was like a long jewel. The signals were working here.

The signals stretched out of sight ahead, like a python with scales of red and green, their radiance haloed in a light fog that was drifting in off the Bay. And people were out, little knots of them near the corners. They formed isolated clots of gaudy life, like tidepools, all of them dressed in baggy clothes of brightcolored nylon, panelled and logo-ed with surreal pastels under the emerald-and-ruby signal glare. And as they stood and talked together, they moved in a way both fitful and languid, like sealife bannering in a restless sea.

The signals changed in pattern to a slow tidal rhythm. It seemed a rhythm meant to accommodate rush-hour traffic. You got a green for two blocks max, and then you got a red. A long, long red. Ricky's blue Mustang was almost the only car on the road in this phantom rush-hour, creeping down the long bright python two blocks at a time and then idling, idling interminably, while the sealife on the corners seemed astir with interest and attention.

Ricky had no qualms about running red lights on deserted streets, but here it seemed dangerous, a declaration of unease.

”f.u.c.k this!” he said at their fourth red light, slipping the brake and rolling forward. At a stroll though, under twenty. The Mustang lounged along, taking green and red alike, as if upon a scenic country road. The bright languid people on the corners threw laughter at them now, a shout or two, and it seemed as if the whole great submarine python stirred to quicker currents. Ricky felt a ripple of hallucination, and saw here, for just a moment, a vast inked mural, the ink not dry, themselves and all around them still half-liquid ent.i.ties billowing in an aqueous universe . . . .

Out of nowhere, for the first time in three years, Ricky had the thought that he would like a drink. He was amazed at this thought. He was frightened. Then he was angry.

”I'm not drivin much farther, Andre. Spit out where we're going, and it better be nearby, or you can call 911 and I'll take my chances. I'll bet you got a longer past with the SFPD than I do.”

”d.a.m.n you! Whip in here, then.”

This cross street was mostly houses-some abandoned-with a liquor store on the next corner, and a lot of sealife lounging out in front of it. ”Pull up into some light where you can see this.”

They idled at the curb. The people on the main drag were twothirds of a block behind them, the liquor store tidepool much closer ahead of them. Andre leaned his fanatic's face close to Ricky. The intensity of the man was an almost tactile experience; Ricky seemed to feel the m.u.f.fled crackling of his will through the inches of air that separated them. ”Here,” hissed Andre. ”I'm gonna give you this, this, just to drive me another coupla miles up into these hills. Look at it. Count it. Take it.” He shoved a thick roll of bills into Ricky's ribs. just to drive me another coupla miles up into these hills. Look at it. Count it. Take it.” He shoved a thick roll of bills into Ricky's ribs.

It was in twenties and fifties and hundreds . . . . It was over five thousand dollars.

”You're . . . you're bats.h.i.+t, Andre! You make me cut you to get ten bucks, and now you-”

”Just listen.” Some people from the liquor store tide pool were drifting their way, and Ricky saw similar movement from Third Street in his rearview mirror. ”What I needed,” said Andre, ”was money that blood was spilt for-it didn't matter how much blood, it didn't matter how much money. Your ten-spot? It's worth that much to me there in your hand. Your ten-spot and another couple miles in your car.”

The locals were flowing closer to the Mustang at both ends. Ricky fingered the money. The gist of it was, he decided, that if he didn't follow this waking dream to its end, he would never forgive himself. ”OK,” he said.

”Another couple miles in your car,” said Andre, ”an one more thing. You gotta come in.”

”You f.u.c.k! You s.h.i.+t! Where does it end end with you? You just keep-” with you? You just keep-”

”You come in, you watch me connect, and you go out again, scot-free, no harm, no strings attached! I gotta bring blood money, and I gotta bring a witness. witness. I lied to you. It wasn't the ride I needed. It was a I lied to you. It wasn't the ride I needed. It was a witness.” witness.”

A huge shape in lavender running-sweats, and a gaunt one wearing a lime-green jumpsuit, stood beside the Mustang, smiling and making roll-down-the-window gestures. Behind the car, shapes from the main drag were moving laterally out into the street to come up to the driver's side . . . .

But in that poised moment what Ricky saw most vividly was Andre's face, his taut narrow face within its weedy 'fro. This man was in the visionary's trance. His eyes, his soul were locked upon something that filled him with awe. What he pursued had nothing to do with Ricky, nor with anything Ricky could imagine, and Ricky wanted to know what that thing was.

Andre said, ”Ima show you-what's your name again?”

”Ricky.”

”Ima show you, Richie, the power and the glory. They are right here among among you, man, an you don't even see it! h.e.l.l, even these fools out here can you, man, an you don't even see it! h.e.l.l, even these fools out here can see see it!” it!”

The Mustang was surrounded now. From behind it sprouted shapes in crimson hoods, with fists bulging inside gold velvet jacket pockets. Up to Ricky's door (its window already open, his elbow thrust out, and five K in cash on his lap) stepped two men with thundercloud hair, wearing shades, their cheeks and brows all whorled with Maori tatooing like ink-black flames. A trio of gaudy nylon scarecrows leaned on his hood, conferring, the sidethrust bills of their caps switching like blades. But Ricky also noted that all this audience, every one of them, had eyes strictly for Andre sitting there at his side. Ricky was free to scan all those exotic, piratical faces as though he were invisible . . . .

All their eyes were grave. They showed awe, and they showed loathing too, as if they abhorred something Andre had done, but just as piercingly, longed for his nerve to do it. Ricky realized he had embarked on a longer journey than he'd thought.

Andre scanned all these buccaneer faces, his fellow mariners of the Hood. A remote little grin was hanging slantwise across his jaw. ”Check this out Rocky,” he growled, ”an learn from these fools. Learn their awe, awe, man, cause what I'ma show you, up in those hills, is man, cause what I'ma show you, up in those hills, is awe.” awe.”

He shouldered his door open and thrust himself up onto the sidewalk. He towered just as tall as the giant in lavender sweats, but he was narrow as a reed. Yet his voice fairly boomed: ”Yo! Alla you! Listen up! Looka here! Looka me! You all wanna see something? Wanna see something about about something besides something besides s.h.i.+t!? s.h.i.+t!? See something See something real, real, just for a just for a change? change? See the ice-cold, spinecrawlin, hair-stirrin See the ice-cold, spinecrawlin, hair-stirrin truth? truth? Looka here! Looka here, at the power! Looka here! Looka here, at the glory!” Looka here! Looka here, at the power! Looka here! Looka here, at the glory!”

Ricky scanned all the dark faces that ringed them round, and every eye was locked upon that wild gaunt man in his rapture, who now, with a powerful shrug, shouldered off his nylon jacket. It flopped down on the sidewalk with a slither and a sigh, and lay there on the concrete like a sloughed coc.o.o.n. He stretched the fabric of his T-s.h.i.+rt, displaying it to every locked-on eye.

Rickey's angle was still too acute to let him decipher exactly who it was who ”ruled.” But all these encircling faces, they they seemed to know. They shared a vision of awe and terror and . . . something like hope. A frosty hope, endlessly remote . . . but hope. Ricky realized that there prevailed on these mean streets a consensus of vision. He clearly saw that all these eyes had seen, and understood, a catastrophic spectacle beyond his own imagining. seemed to know. They shared a vision of awe and terror and . . . something like hope. A frosty hope, endlessly remote . . . but hope. Ricky realized that there prevailed on these mean streets a consensus of vision. He clearly saw that all these eyes had seen, and understood, a catastrophic spectacle beyond his own imagining.

Andre barked, hoa.r.s.e and brutish as a sea-lion, ”Jus look look at me here! I have gone up to see Him, and I have looked through His eyes, and I have at me here! I have gone up to see Him, and I have looked through His eyes, and I have been been where He where He is, is, time without end! An I'm here to tell you, all you dearly beloved mongrel dogs of mine, I'm here to tell you that it's time without end! An I'm here to tell you, all you dearly beloved mongrel dogs of mine, I'm here to tell you that it's consumed consumed me! My flesh, and my time, have been blown off my bones, by the searing winds of His breath! I'm not far off now from eternity! Not far off from infinity now!” me! My flesh, and my time, have been blown off my bones, by the searing winds of His breath! I'm not far off now from eternity! Not far off from infinity now!”