Part 51 (1/2)

”Well, I don't, either,” Rance admitted. ”But weather this good this late in the year just doesn't feel right.” He coughed, then wheezed out a curse under his breath. Coughing hurt. It always had, ever since he got shot up. It always would, up till the day they buried him. That, or something close to it, was on his mind these days. ”Maybe I'm just antsy. d.a.m.ned if I know.”

”What's to be antsy about?” Penny asked. ”We're doing great-a lot better now that they dropped on good old Pierre. Plenty of business, plenty of customers . . . .”

”Yeah.” Auerbach lit a cigarette. That would probably make him cough some more, but he didn't care. No, that wasn't right. He did care, but not enough to make him quit. ”Maybe it's just that things are going too good. I keep waiting for the knock on the door at three in the morning.”

Penny shook her head. ”Not this time. If they didn't grab us when they got Pierre the t.u.r.d, they aren't gonna do it. You and me, sweetie, we're home free.”

Now Rance eyed her with more than a little alarm. ”Whenever you start thinking like that, you get careless. Remember what happened when we took that little trip down into Mexico? I don't want anything like that happening again. They owe us for a lot more now than they did back then.”

”You worry too much,” Penny said. ”Everything's gonna be fine, you wait and see.”

”You don't worry enough,” Rance returned. ”You go around acting like the Lizards and the Frenchmen can't see us, you're going to find out you're wrong. Then you'll be sorry, and so will I.”

”I'm not the one who's been taking chances lately,” Penny said. ”You're the fellow who blackmailed that Lizard into finding good old Pierre's sister a job. Of course, that was just out of the goodness of your heart. Yeah, sure it was.”

”Lay off me on account of that, will you please?” Auerbach said wearily. ”I never messed around with her, and you can't say I did no matter how much you want to pin it on me.”

”If I could, I'd be gone,” Penny answered. ”I don't stay where I'm not wanted, believe you me I don't.” She glared at him. ”But even if you didn't do anything, I could tell you wanted to.”

”Oh, for Christ's sake.” Rance rolled his eyes. He knew that was overacting, but he needed to overact a little, because Penny wasn't wrong. Picking his words with care and hoping that care didn't show, he said, ”She's not ugly, but she's not anything special. I don't know what you're all up in arms about.”

”Cut the c.r.a.p, Rance,” Penny said crisply. ”I'm not blind, and I'm not stupid, either. I said you didn't do anything, but I know how a man looks at a woman, and I know how a man acts around a woman he's sweet on, too. You're not the sort of guy who charges out and does big favors for just anybody.”

That held enough truth to hurt if Rance looked at it closely. He limped over to an ashtray and stubbed out the cigarette. Returning the glare Penny'd given him, he answered, ”Yeah, that's why I threw you out on your can when you called me up out of a clear blue sky.”

”You know how I paid you back, buster.” She tugged at her skirt, as if about to pull it off. ”Some other gal could do it the same way.”

”After what Monique Dutourd went through with that d.a.m.n n.a.z.i, I don't think she pays in that coin,” Auerbach said, though he would have been interested in finding out whether he was wrong. ”And we've been round this barn before, babe. Like I said, I sicced the Germans on that G.o.dd.a.m.n Roundbush because I wanted a piece of David Goldfarb's a.s.s.”

When he'd used that line before, he'd made Penny laugh. Not this time. She said, ”You sicced the n.a.z.is on Roundbush because he p.i.s.sed you off. That's the long and short of it.”

That also held some truth, but only some. Stubbornly, he said, ”I did it because I don't like to see anybody getting a raw deal. That goes for Goldfarb, and it goes for the French gal, too.”

”Yeah, a knight in s.h.i.+ning armor,” Penny snarled.

”I already told you once, I didn't throw you out when you called me on the phone,” Auerbach rasped. ”I'll tell you something else, too-I'm getting G.o.dd.a.m.n sick of you ragging on me all the time. You don't like it, leave me half the cash and get your own room and run your own business and leave me the h.e.l.l alone.”

”I ought to,” she said.

”Go ahead,” Rance told her. ”Go right ahead. We split up once before. Did you think we were going to last forever this time?” He was spoiling for a fight. He could feel it.

”That'll give you the excuse you need to hop on the next train for Tours and your little professor, won't it?”Penny blazed.

Rance laughed in her face. ”I knew you were gonna say that. G.o.d d.a.m.n it to h.e.l.l, I knew you would. But there's something you don't get, sweetheart. If I'm by myself, I don't go to Tours. If I'm by myself, I go to the airport and hop on the first plane I can catch that's heading for the States.”

Penny laughed, too, every bit as nastily as he had. ”And you last about three days before the guys whose hired goons you plugged find out you're back and fill you full of holes for payback.”

He shook his head. ”I don't think so. Once I'm home, I can fade into the woodwork again. I did it for years before you barged in and livened things up. I figure I can do it again without much trouble.”

”Go back to Fort Worth and finish drinking yourself to death? Quarter-limit poker with the boys at the American Legion hall?” Penny didn't hide her scorn. ”You reckon you can stand the excitement?”

”It wasn't so bad,” he answered.

Before Penny could say something else nasty, the telephone on the nightstand rang. She was standing a lot closer to it than Rance was, so she picked it up. ”Allo?” ”Allo?” That tried to be French, but ended up sounding a lot more like Kansas. She listened for a minute or so, then said, That tried to be French, but ended up sounding a lot more like Kansas. She listened for a minute or so, then said, ”Un moment, s'il vous plait,” ”Un moment, s'il vous plait,” and held the phone out to Auerbach. ”Talk to this guy, will you? I can't make out more than about every other word.” and held the phone out to Auerbach. ”Talk to this guy, will you? I can't make out more than about every other word.”

What that meant was, she had no idea what the Frenchman was saying. She spoke some French, but she'd always had a devil of a time understanding it when spoken. Rance limped over and took the phone from her. ”Allo?” ”Allo?” His own accent wasn't great, but he managed. His own accent wasn't great, but he managed.

”h.e.l.lo, Auerbach,” said the frog on the other end of the line. ”The s.h.i.+pment is early, for a wonder. You want to pick it up tonight instead of Friday?”

Now Rance said, ”Un moment.” ”Un moment.” He held his hand over the mouthpiece and spoke to Penny in English: ”Want to get the stuff tonight?” He held his hand over the mouthpiece and spoke to Penny in English: ”Want to get the stuff tonight?”

”Sure,” she said at once. ”Are we still in business?”

”You need me, or somebody who can really talk some, anyway,” Auerbach answered. She made a face at him. He went back to French: ”C'est bon.” ”C'est bon.”

”All right,” the ginger dealer said. ”Usual time. Usual place. But tonight.” The line went dead.

Auerbach hung up the phone and folded his arms across his chest. ”Like I said, you want to walk out on me, go right ahead. We'll see which one of us lasts longer as a solo act.”

”Oh, screw you,” she said, and then, half laughing and half still angry, she proceeded to do exactly that. She clawed him and bit his shoulder hard enough to draw blood. As he bucked above her, he was trying to hurt her at least as much as he was trying to please her. Afterwards, panting and sweaty, she asked him, ”Where you gonna get a lay like that from your professor?”

”She's not my professor, dammit,” he said. ”If you listened as well as you screw, you'd know that.”

”I don't want to listen,” Penny said. ”The more you listen, the more lies you hear. I've already heard too many.” But after that she did stop putting him through the wringer about Monique Dutourd, for which he was more than duly grateful.

They got dressed and went downstairs to grab a taxi. ”We want to go to 7 Rue des Flots-Bleu, in the Anse de la Fausse Monnaie,” Rance said in French to the driver of the battered VW. In English, he remarked, ”Just like Ma.r.s.eille to have a district named for counterfeit money.” Then he had to squeeze into the cab's cramped back seat. ”One more reason to hate the G.o.dd.a.m.n n.a.z.is,” he muttered as his leg complained.

The Anse de la Fausse Monnaie lay on the southern side of the headland whose northern side helped shape Ma.r.s.eille's Vieux Port. Being well to the west of the center of the city, it hadn't suffered badly from the explosive-metal bomb. The locals hardly thought of themselves as citizens of Ma.r.s.eille at all. They hadn't been till the Germans built roads connecting their little settlement to the main part of the city.

As soon as Auerbach paid off the cabby, the fellow drove away faster than a Volkswagen had any business going. Rance didn't care for that. ”He doesn't much want to be around here, does he?” he said. ”Next question is, what does he know that we don't?” The hotel couldn't have been more than a mile and a half away, but was effectively in a different world-and, with Rance's bad leg, a far distant one.

Penny, as usual, refused to worry. ”We've been here before. We'll do fine this time, too,” she said, and headed off toward the tavern that was their target. Sighing, wis.h.i.+ng he were carrying a submachine gun, Auerbach followed.

Inside, fishermen and hookers looked up from their booze. The barkeep had seen the two new arrivals before, though. When he jerked a thumb at the staircase and said, ”Room eight,” everybody relaxed-even if the newcomers didn't look as if they belonged, they were known, expected, and therefore not immediately dangerous.

Rance's leg complained about the stairs, too, but he couldn't do anything about that. By the moans and low thumpings coming from behind the thin doors upstairs, most of those rooms weren't being used for ginger deals, but for a much older kind of transaction.

Rance knocked on the door with the tarnished bra.s.s 8. ”Auerbach?” asked the Frenchman who'd telephoned.

”Who else?” he said in English. He didn't think the frog knew any, but that didn't matter. His ruined voice identified him as surely as a pa.s.sport photo.

The door opened. A blinding light shone in his face. Another one speared Penny. The room was full of Lizards. They all pointed automatic rifles at the Americans. Rance's imagined submachine gun wouldn't have done him a d.a.m.n bit of good. ”You are under arrest for trafficking in ginger!” one of the Lizards shouted in his own language. ”We shall lock you up and eat the key!”

A human would have spoken of throwing away the key. As Auerbach raised his hands over his head, he wasn't inclined to quibble about differ-ences in slang. He'd always known this day might come. He found himself less frightened, less furious, than he'd imagined he would or could be if it did. Turning his head toward Penny, he said, ”I told you so.”

”Oh, shut up,” she answered, but he still thought he got the last word.

Nesseref always checked her telephone for messages when she got home after walking Orbit. As often as not, the messages she did get were advertis.e.m.e.nts, some delivered by real members of the Race reading from scripts, some altogether electronic. She deleted both sorts without the least hesitation. n.o.body was ever going to convince her that she could set foot on the road to riches by responding to a phone call from someone far likelier to be out for his profit than her own.