City of Night

Chapter 71

Carson driving, Michael riding shotgun: At least this one thing was still right with the world.

He had called the cell number for Deucalion and had, of course, gotten voice mail for jelly Biggs. He left a message, asking for a meeting at the Luxe Theater, at midnight.

“What do we do till then?” Carson asked.

“You think we could risk a stop at my apartment? I’ve got some cash there. And I could throw a few things in a suitcase.”

“Let’s drive by, see what we think.”

“Just slow down below supersonic.”

Accelerating, Carson said, “How do you think Deucalion does that Houdini stuff?”

“Don’t ask me. I’m a prestidigitation disaster. You know that trick with little kids where you pretend to take their nose off, and you show it poking out of your fist, except it’s really just your thumb?”

“Yeah.”

“They always look at me like I’m a moron, and say, ‘That’s just your stupid thumb.’”

“I’ve never seen you goofing around with kids.”

“I’ve got a couple friends, they did the kid thing,” he said. “I’ve played babysitter in a pinch.”

“I’ll bet you’re good with kids.”

“I’m no Barney the Dinosaur, but I can hold my own.”

“He must sweat like a pig in that suit.”

“You couldn’t pay me enough to be Barney,” he said.

“I used to hate Big Bird when I was a kid.”

“Why?”

She said, “He was such a self-righteous bore.”

“You know who used to scare me when I was a little kid? Snuggle the Bear.”

“Do I know Snuggle?”

“In those TV ads for that fabric softener. Somebody would say how soft their robe was or their towels, and Snuggle the teddy bear would be hiding behind a pillow or creeping around under a chair, giggling.”

“He was just happy that people were pleased.”

“No, it was a maniacal little giggle. And his eyes were glazed. And how did he get in all those houses to hide and giggle?”

“You’re saying Snuggle should’ve been charged with B and E?”

“Absolutely. Most of the time when he giggled, he covered his mouth with one paw. I always thought he didn’t want you to see his teeth.”

“Snuggle had bad teeth?” she asked.

“I figured they were rows of tiny vicious fangs he was hiding. When I was maybe four or five, I used to have nightmares where I’d be in bed with a teddy bear, and it was Snuggle, and he was trying to chew open my jugular and suck the lifeblood out of me.”

She said, “So much about you suddenly makes more sense than it ever did before.”

“Maybe if we aren’t cops someday, we can open a toy shop.”

“Can we run a toy shop and have guns?”

“I don’t see why not,” he said.