“You can learn some magic after you learn to shoot,” I say.
“Thanks, Daddy. You going to get me that two-wheeler for my birthday?”
“For that, I thought I’d teach you how to steal cars.”
“I’m glad to see that this relationship is keeping you both out of trouble,” says Allegra.
Candy puts her hand on Allegra’s arm.
“Did he tell you where he’s crashing?”
“Later. I’ll tell her about it myself.”
“Lucifer’s private suite in the Chateau Marmont,” Candy says.
Allegra looks at her food, moving it around the container with her chopsticks.
“You two must still be tight if he’s loaning you his apartment.”
Allegra had a tsunami-size freak-out when I was Samael’s bodyguard while he was in town working on a movie. We barely spoke for a while. I didn’t even say good-bye when I went back to Hell.
“I don’t know how they’d be tighter,” says Candy. She laughs.
“Shut up.”
Candy looks at me, then at Allegra.
“Oh. Shit. I’m sorry.”
She puts down her food.
“That’s why I wanted to tell her,” I say.
“Tell me what?” Allegra says.
I sit there like an idiot. My mouth won’t open. I know what will happen when it does.
Vidocq says, “Darling, things have changed a great deal while Stark was in Hell.”
Allegra’s hand moves halfway to her mouth. A gesture of fear or concern or maybe she’s just stifling a burp.
“My God. You didn’t sell him your soul to get out, did you?”
“No,” I say.
I keep looking across the street at Cairo’s place.
“I am Lucifer.”
I turn and Allegra is looking at me like I answered her in Urdu.
I say, “I didn’t ask for it and I don’t want it. Lucifer, the one you know about, dumped the job on me. I had to protect Alice and the other souls down there. I didn’t have a choice.”
She sets down her chopsticks.
“So now you take souls and lead people into sin.”
“Mostly I just handle paperwork.”