“What’s the weirdest porn you ever found?” says Candy.
Kasabian gives her a serious look.
“Unless you want to wake up screaming, don’t ever ask me that again.”
“Yes, sir.”
AROUND TEN, MY phone rings. It’s Brigitte.
“Hi.”
“Hi yourself. You have an appointment with Herr Rose at three tomorrow afternoon.”
“Thanks, Brigitte. You’re my hero.”
“Don’t be so hasty. Remember I said that everything has a price?”
“Go on.”
“The price for the address is this. I’m coming with you.”
“You haven’t exactly been in the field lately. What if things get hot?”
“That’s why I’m coming. If I go to another audition without at least the chance to kill something, I’m afraid my behavior will become quite drastic. So you see, Jimmy, you’re not just doing me a favor. You’ll be doing a humanitarian service too.”
“Fine. Come along. I’m sure Candy will enjoy it. You can tell each other stories about your favorite childhood kills.”
A pause.
“That’s the rub, you see. Herr Rose is terribly claustrophobic and only ever sees a maximum of two people at a time. It’s a rule he breaks for no one.”
“No problem. He’ll be tickled pink when he finds you and Candy at his door.”
“And where will you be?”
“Coming down the chimney.”
“Through a shadow.”
“Yeah.”
“I miss seeing that.”
“You can get an eyeful tomorrow.”
“He’ll hear you and throw us out.”
“Hear me? I’ll be as quiet as a cotton-candy mouse.”
“I’m not so sure about this, Jimmy.”
“Sure you are. It’ll be fun. Dress pretty and bring your gun.”
“A man who knows how to speak to my heart.”
She gives me Rose’s address. I repeat it and Candy writes it down.
I say, “See you tomorrow, Brigitte,” and hang up.