Taming a Sea Horse by Robert B. Parker Read Free Book Online Page A

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    I said, "Robert, if you need to steady that thing two-handed to hit me from eleven inches away you better think about a strength program."
    "I'll use it, you bastard."
    "I'm sure you would if you needed to," I said. "But you won't need to."
    I turned and walked into his apartment. It was one room with a stand-up kitchen and a bathroom. Most of the bed-sitting-room was occupied by an unfolded sofa bed unmade with dark maroon silk sheets and a pale gray puff comforter.
    Rambeaux still stood against the wall by the door with the short gun held in front of him. He was in his underwear, stretch bikinis with gray and maroon stripes. He was wiry and looked in shape but he was no bigger than a tall middleweight. In addition to the black eye, his lower lip was swollen. There was a purple blotch on his rib cage on the right side and a reddish welt on his forehead above his right eye.
    "What's going on?" I said. Rambeaux shook his head.
    "I look for April, she's not around. I come here, you say you don't know where she is and you got nothing more to do with her. Day before yesterday you told me to stay away from your 'lady'-always one of my favorite expressions. Now you don't know where she is, don't want to know where she is, and you look like you were in a hatchet fight and didn't have a hatchet. There are inferences to be drawn."
    Rambeaux let the gun drop to his side, holding it in his right hand. He walked into the room and sat on the bed and looked at me, the gun resting on his thigh. He shook his head, and it must have hurt, because he stopped in midshake and began to massage the back of his neck with his free hand.
    "Listen, man. Two days ago I was doing fine. I had a nice little connection for myself. Had some ladies working for me. Then you show up and everything is fucked up. You keep hanging around and we both gonna get killed and I done shit to deserve it."
    "I try to use this power wisely," I said. "Who's going to kill us?"
    Rambeaux shook his head. "I won't tell you nothing," he said. "I don't know where April is. I ain't going to know tomorrow neither. You can keep coming around and fucking with me but I still ain't going to know."
    "But if you're seen with me it'll cause trouble?"
    Rambeaux looked straight at me. His eyes were dark and shiny. "Stay away from me, man. Honest to God, I don't know nothing about April and you just going to get me killed for nothing."
    He had the gun pointed at me again. "Maybe not for nothing," I said.
    "Jesus, man, she's just quiff, you know. I go out and in an hour I collect ten more just as good."
    "So how come somebody punched your lights out over her and how come you're scared of dying over her, and how come I can't find her?"
    "Ain't her, man, it's who…" He shook his head. "No, you get out of here or I swear to God I'll shoot. I will waste you right fucking here."
    I stood with my hands in my hip pockets and my back to the windows, with the light from the windows brightening the rumpled silk sheets, on the unfolded bed. Rambeaux had the gun up now in both hands again, pointed at the middle of my stomach. He was shivering.
    "Okay," I said. "I'm going to leave you my card, in case you need to talk with me."
    I took my wallet out and pulled a card free and left it on the maroon lacquered coffee table that had been pushed against the wall to make room for the bed.
    "I don't want no card," Rambeaux said. "I don't want to see you again ever."
    "In case," I said. "Maybe even in case you need help."
    Rambeaux shook his head and stood, the gun pointed at me now held straight out in front with both hands:
    "She alive?" I said.
    Rambeaux nodded. "She fine, man, forget her."
    I nodded toward my card on the coffee table. "In case you need help," I said, and walked out carefully past him.
    I went down to Times Square' then and looked for Ginger Buckey but couldn't find her. I had dinner and went back and looked some more and still couldn't find her, so I went back to the