than you bargained for. No matter what it is.â
âItâs nothing, Doggy. Itâs a writing job. The old lady in the home wants to die happy. Iâm going to tell her what she wants to know and then send her a bill. Doggyâyou know that the Louis Victor case is already solved.â
We stared at each other for a long awkward moment until we both realized that we were staring. And then we paused to see who could get out gracefully.
âYeah, I know.â Doggy smiled again. âItâs just that Iâm a little concerned about you, Cecil. I knew your father. Iâm sorry about him. You and I donât know each other real well but I know a lot about you. I donât want you to get in trouble or hurt.â
âDoggy, you donât know shit about meâ¦.â
âNow, Cecil, thatâs not quite true,â he said firmly, with the tone of a patient day-care worker. He reached into his bag and brought out a file, replaced his half glasses, and started reading.
âYou are⦠letâs see⦠thirty-six and you were born in Juneau. Your dad, of course, isâ¦wasââhe looked up with that sympathetic look that addresses my familyâs disappointmentâââthe Judge.â Your sisterâs earned a good name as an attorney and now teaches at Yale. You studied music and art history at Reed College until you were thrown out. You got into drugs. The drugs werenât the problem at Reed. You got tossed for never showing up for lectures or exams.â
He looked up with a cute little âfuck youâ grin and kept reading.
âAfter Reed, in â73 you traveled in Africa and Asia, studying religion and music, and ⦠I donât suppose you call it âcontemplating your navel,â do you? No. You worked for a time in the oil patch in Wyoming and on the tugs on the Inside Passage, and you traveled around the South singing in choirsâ?â
Another look.
âSacred Harp chorus. Get to the good stuff.â
His voice was taking on more of a biting tone. There were no happy lines around his eyes. âThe good stuff. Well, your daddy wanted you to be a lawyer, so he set you up as an investigator with the Public Defender Agency, hoping that if you carried enough briefcases for snotty little lawyers younger than you, youâd be shamed into going to law school. But you got in some trouble that involved cocaine and a small matter of suborning perjury. You did a little timeâvery little timeâand your record was wiped clean. You moved to Sitka and played at being Sam Spade with your sisterâs money. You stayed sober until your daddy died, and then you played the drunken aesthete until your girlfriend left you. Now your roommate is shot in the chest and may die.â
âWhatâs the point?â
âThe point is this, friend. This is real life. This is Toddyâs life. Iâd feel a little better about all of this if you had gotten shot, but you didnât. So go home, get drunk or fucked up any way you want. But stay out of this. What happened tonight is a real crime, Younger. There is no room for a damaged, confused rich kid roaming around fucking up this investigation.â
I should have thought of some icy retort that would have shown him how cool and incisive I was. I should have said something that would have thrown the entire weight of his disdain back on him in three or four words.
âOh, yeah? Make me.â
âGet out of here, Younger. Get drunk. Get stoned. Just stay out of the way.â
He walked out the door and I settled back in the chair by the window. Across the road there was a street lamp above the water and the reflection was milky white on the surface of the bay. I thought of broken bones.
Toddy lay in bed surrounded by blinking machines and tubes. His face was as white as a plaster mask. I wanted to shake him, scold him for being so lazy as to be in bed. I wanted to wrap
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