Vegas Moon

2.

Connor Payne is the name Darwin gave me when I came out of the coma. He went to a great deal of trouble to legally “kill” Creed and establish Connor Payne as a living, breathing person with a full history, including phony medical and dental records. When I decided to keep my original name, Darwin was furious at my lack of appreciation. Nevertheless, he kept the identity active on the chance I might need it someday.

It’s late afternoon.

I’m in Vegas, in the multi-million dollar high-rise condo Callie Carpenter shares with her life partner, Eva LeSage. Callie’s my top operative, and at the risk of sounding like a Hollywood script, she’s not only the deadliest woman I’ve ever met, but the most beautiful, as well. A natural blond, Callie boasts the entire package: flawless skin, piercing eyes, high cheekbones, dazzling smile, smokin’ hot body…and the most amazing mouth I’ve ever seen. Her lips…are stunning. Not enhanced, not thin, not pouty—Christ, I feel like a slow learner in a high school writing class trying to come up with words that do them justice. I mean, can I buy a friggin’ adjective that hasn’t been overused?

I’ll start over.

You know how some women look like moms, and some like teachers? And some look frigid, while others look bedtime? Well, Callie’s mouth looks like heaven. It’s an astonishing mouth, with lips so enticing they force your attention away from what is already a perfect woman.

Callie would never have to sell her body.

Men would pay to watch her apply lipstick.

Another great thing about Callie? She’s a good sport, always up for a kill.

When I tell her about the chip she says, “We really need to do something about Darwin.”

“It’ll eventually come to that,” I say.

We sit in silence awhile, thinking about killing Darwin. Then she says, “What about Phyllis?”

“I’m going to pay her a visit tonight.”

“At her place?”

I nod.

“You think she’s got the device?”

“No. But she’ll know who does. Meanwhile, it’s great having you on standby.”

Callie shrugs. “It’s something to do till the next assignment.”

“Speaking of which…”

She looks up. “Yeah?”

“Darwin met with Homeland last night, so the next assignment could come any minute.”

“Good.”

I raise an eyebrow.

She responds, “Too much domestic bliss wears me down over time.”

I smile. “Trouble in Paradise?”

She shrugs. “You know how it is, living full time with a woman. Not to mention she’s a trapeze artist, with aches and pains and the attitude you get with circus folk.”

I look at her a minute.

“Do you guys ever…”

“What?”

I move my hand in a swaying motion, like a trapeze. Then say, “You know…”

“What’re you, sixteen?” she says.

“Sometimes.”

We’re quiet a minute. Then I say, “Seriously, Callie, what’s happened?”

“What do you mean?”

“Last time I was here you were walking on air. I’d never seen you so happy.”

She stares at the window a moment, then stands and walks over to it and adjusts the blinds. Turns back to face me and says, “You know what I do all day?”

“I can only fantasize.”

“I do absolutely nothing. Nothing but wait for your calls. I mean, I get up early, Eva’s sleeping. I go for a run, or work out, or lay out by the pool, or go shopping, or get my hair and nails done, but nine times out of ten, I’m doing all those things alone.”

“Could be worse though, right?”

“I’m bored out of my fucking skull! We can’t go anywhere because Eva’s life is wrapped up in that God-forsaken show. She sleeps till noon, rehearses till six, performs till ten.”

“Doesn’t she ever get a day off?”

“Tuesdays. But she’s always recuperating from one thing or another. And lately, she’s supposedly been visiting her mother Tuesday nights.”

“You don’t believe her?”

She sighs. “You don’t want to hear all this bullshit, do you?”

“I do. You never talk about your personal life.”

“Shows you how desperate I’ve become.”

“You think she’s cheating?”

“I…no. But she’s distant. And last week when she went out, she took a bag.”

“She spent the night?”

“No. But she didn’t bring the bag back.”

“Maybe she gave it to her mother.”

“Maybe.”

I study her face. “What have you done?”

She shakes her head. “God, I can’t believe it’s come to this.”

“Tell me.”

“I put a tracking device on her car.”

“And if you find out she’s cheating?”

She sighs again. “I’ve given up my days and nights for this woman. I moved away from my home in Georgia. You know how much I loved living on the lake.”

“I do.”

“It’s not like I’m old, or ugly…”

“You’re the most beautiful woman on the planet Earth.”

“See?”

“If she’s cheating on you, she doesn’t deserve you.”

“That’s what I’m saying.”

“And if she’s not cheating?”

“Then I’m going to have a hell of a boring life.”

“Until the next time I call.”

“Until then.”

“It’s what you live for.”

“No. Waiting for Eva to get in the mood is what I live for.”

“Tell me what that’s like. When she’s in the mood.”

“Donovan?”

“Yeah?”

“I mean this in all honesty.”

“Go ahead.”

“If I were to start telling you about it, you’d cream your jeans before I got to the good part.”

I blink two, three times. Then say, “I love it when you talk dirty.”

“You should hear me with Eva.”

“Any chance of that happening?”

“No. You want a drink?”

“Maybe later. After my cold shower.”

She smiles.

“Eva must be a helluva woman,” I say, “especially in bed.”

“She’s a trapeze artist.”

“And that makes a big difference, right? I mean, all jokes aside?”

She smiles. “You can’t begin to comprehend.”

“You sure about that?”

“Positive.”

“How can you say that?”

“The fact you had to ask proves you have no point of reference from which to imagine it.”