A Dirty Job (Grim Reaper 1)

"Well, fuck you, Asher!" Lily said. "Just because I'm a kid doesn't mean I don't have feelings. " And she hung up.

Charlie called back.

"Asher's Secondhand," Lily answered, "family-owned by bourgeoisie douche waffles for over thirty years. "

"Lily, I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else. What did you call about?"

"Moi?" Lily said. "Je me fous de ta gueule, esp??ce de gaufre de douche. "

"Lily, stop speaking French. I said I was sorry. "

"There's a cop down here to see you," she said.

Charlie had Sophie strapped to his chest like a terrorist baby bomb when he came down the back steps. She had just gotten to the point where she could hold up her head, so he had strapped her in face-out so she could look around. The way her arms and legs waved around as Charlie walked, she looked as if she was skydiving and using a skinny nerd as a parachute.

The cop stood at the counter opposite Lily, looking like a cognac ad in an Italian-cut double-breasted suit in indigo raw silk with a buff linen shirt and yellow tie. He was about fifty, Hispanic, lean, with sharp facial features and the aspect of a predatory bird. His hair was combed straight back and the gray streaks at the temples made it appear that he was moving toward you even when he stood still.

/> "Inspector Alphonse Rivera," the cop said, extending his hand. "Thanks for coming down. The young lady said you were working last Monday night. "

Monday. The day he'd battled the ravens back in the alley, the day the pale redhead had come into the store.

"You don't have to tell him anything, Asher," Lily said, obviously renewing her loyalty in spite of his douche wafflosity.

"Thanks, Lily, why don't you take a break and go see how things are going in the abyss. "

She grumbled, then got something out of the drawer under the register, presumably her cigarettes, and retreated out the back door.

"Why isn't that kid in school?" Rivera asked.

"She's special," Charlie said. "You know, homeschooled. "

"That what makes her so cheerful?"

"She's studying the Existentialists this month. Asked for a study day last week to kill an Arab on the beach. "

Rivera smiled and Charlie relaxed a little. He produced a photograph from his breast pocket and held it out to Charlie. Sophie made as if to grab it. The photograph was of an older gentleman in his Sunday best standing on the steps of a church. Charlie recognized the Cathedral of Sts. Peter and Paul, which was just a few blocks away on Washington Square.

"Did you see this man Monday night? He was wearing a charcoal overcoat and a hat that night. "

"No, I'm sorry. I didn't," Charlie said. And he hadn't. "I was here in the store until about ten. We had a few customers, but not this fellow. "

"Are you sure? His name is James O'Malley. He isn't well. Cancer. His wife said he went out for a walk about dusk Monday night and he never came back. "

"No, I'm sorry," Charlie said. "Did you ask the cable-car operator?"

"Already talked to the guys working this line that night. We think he may have collapsed somewhere and we haven't found him. It doesn't look good after this long. "

Charlie nodded, trying to look thoughtful. He was so relieved that the cop wasn't here about anything connected with him that he was almost giddy. "Maybe you should ask the Emperor - you know him, right? He sees more of the nooks and crannies of the city than most of us. "

Rivera cringed at the mention of the Emperor, but then relaxed into another smile. "That's a good idea, Mr. Asher. I'll see if I can track him down. " He handed Charlie a card. "If you remember anything, give me a call, would you?"

"I will. Uh, Inspector," Charlie said, and Rivera paused a few steps from the counter, "isn't this sort of a routine case for an inspector to be investigating?"

"Yes, normally uniform personnel would handle something like this, but it may relate to something else I'm working on, so you get me instead. "

"Oh, okay," Charlie said. "Beautiful suit, by the way. Couldn't help noticing. It's my business. "

"Thanks," Rivera said, looking at his sleeves, a little wistful. "I had a short run of good fortune a while back. "