“I’ve never heard anyone say that in real life, you know. Not out loud.”
“Say what, Miz Crow?”
“ ‘Loot.’ It’s not a word you ever hear people say. Maybe in movies people say it. Not for real.”
“This isn’t a movie, Miz Crow.”
“Black Crow. It’s Miz Black Crow. My friends call me Sam.”
“Got it, Sam. Now about this man—“
“But you aren’t my friends. You can call me Miz Black Crow.”
“Listen, you snot-nosed little—“
“It’s okay, Mister Road. Sam here—pardon, ma’am—I mean, Miz Black Crow wants to help us. She’s a law-abiding citizen.”
“Ma’am, we know you helped Shadow. You were seen with him, in a white Chevy Nova. He gave you a ride. He bought you dinner. Did he say anything that could help us in our investigation? Two of our best men have vanished.”
“I never met him.”
“You met him. Please don’t make the mistake of thinking we’re stupid. We aren’t stupid.”
“Mm. I meet a lot of people. Maybe I met him and forgot already.”
“Ma’am, it really is to your advantage to cooperate with us.”
“Otherwise, you’ll have to introduce me to your friends Mister Thumbscrews and Mister Pentothal?”
“Ma’am, you aren’t making this any easier on yourself.”
“Gee. I’m sorry. Now, is there anything else? ‘Cos I’m going to say ‘Buh-bye now’ and close the door and I figure you two are going to go and get into Mister Car and drive away.”
“Your lack of cooperation has been noted, ma’am.”
“Buh-bye now.”
Click.
CHAPTER TEN
I’ll tell you all my secrets
But I lie about my past
So send me off to bed forevermore
—Tom Waits, “Tango Till They’re Sore”
A whole life in darkness, surrounded by filth, that was what Shadow dreamed, his first night in Lakeside. A child’s life, long ago and far away, in a land across the ocean, in the lands where the sun rose. But this life contained no sunrises, only dimness by day and blindness by night.
Nobody spoke to him. He heard human voices, from outside, but could understand human speech no better than he understood the howling of the owls or the yelps of dogs.
He remembered, or thought he remembered, one night, half a lifetime ago, when one of the big people had entered, quietly, and had not cuffed him or fed him, but had picked him up to her breast and embraced him. She smelled good. Hot drops of water had fallen from her face to his. He had been scared, and had wailed loudly in his fear.
She put him down on the straw, hurriedly, and left the hut, fastening the door behind her.
He remembered that moment, and he treasured it, just as he remembered the sweetness of a cabbage heart, the tart taste of plums, the crunch of apples, the greasy delight of roasted fish.