man at Table Nine just watched me approach like I was a train he'd heard coming f
Still as a shuttered church, expensive without trying. His tie
ross from him without a
n?" I said, like a
one breath too lon
it
o'd already made peace with every bad thing h
to drop off a fresh dr
y face into the amber light. "I
hea
nd
settling. "You sing like you
e I d
e very good
I was a painting, and he was the one person in
t's what I'm trained
deserve it," I sai
into me. Like he wanted to ask a quest
o
question for a
Buttoned his jacket. L
ht, Miss
give you
edge of the tab
it in yo
ike that,
und the rim of his glass, the warmth of
uso was hiding yet, but I already knew this: I
to be the
someone twice unless
running into a record executive three nights in a row. I'd laughed the
d of crowd that asked for your name with their hand already on your thigh. I didn't sing tha
ng her own grave. Not looking for Frank. Not really.
as t
me, charcoal pinstripe, tie neat as a confession. His
him feel my presence before I gave him my eyes. W
wo nights. Either I'm bless
calm as smoke. "I
into the booth across fr
d to the side, then bac
illed in this town
ask the rig
That was the thing about The Canary; it remembered your
meone with very shar
you strike me as someon
tween us, warm a
do you want to k
as if studying not just my face but the weight of my pau
hy are you reall
on as last night. You
and his voice didn't rise, didn't press-but it d
stare. Le
ch, and just enough real
aid. "They're too afra
ugh. But he
idn't as
and the conversation slightly unfinished. I didn't follow him with my eyes. That woul
ed Art Deco posters that promised names no one remembered anymore. The hallway always smelt like
at on the velvet armrest of the fainting couch and lit a cigarette
dn't get u
harlie stepped into the light slowly, like he was g
ar you come
never
curl toward him. "If you've g
eves were rolled to the elbow, and the top button of his
alone,"
ve. "Congra
lking to Marco. Marco doesn't talk to cops
floor. "So what are y
I was a puzzle he alr
he's got leashed. And Frank Caruso doesn'
my chest co
I can't han
lone," Charlie said. "But you better be s
se now. "Why
looked, like a man about to s
ivi... you're the only one stand
without waitin
ce, I didn
standing close eno
os could make grown men cry into their bourbon and why I couldn't stop hearin
ewhere, a dog barked. Tyres hissed on wet pavement. Neon buzzed above the liquor store where no one ever bought
iles, rusted balcony rails, and a courtyard fountain that hadn't worked since Roosevelt
e window painted everything in shades of old secrets. My heels came off w
top hearing
eresting twice... unl
d at me, it wasn't suspicion. Not yet. It was something heavier.
lders. From up here, the city looked like a promise someone forgot to keep. A couple argued two fl
ng. Watched it va
ou're lying to to believe you. Not just for survival. F
e. That was
my second cigarette, when I heard the faintest
om nature. It's a city sou
ecause hesitation only gives fear a head start. The apartment was silent except for the tick o
here
ke it had walked in on its own. No name. No r
two fingers. The flap wasn't sealed. That was the
re was only
otog
white. G
e. Seated a
t at him. You couldn't see his face just the back of his head, the cut of his
hing written. No smud
was taken. Hours
d followed me from the club. Watched me. Got ahead of
. They hadn't spoken. T
t given me
against the sink, heart thudding in that low, c
was wa
wasn't
wasn'
ced the street, third floor, no balcony across from mine just a brick building and a row of wind
red i
he impression of someone being ver
the cur
ened it a
l no
No sound in the stairwell. No rustling in the courtyard. No fading footsteps, no shadow
his town. They didn't just follow you.
o down beside the drink I hadn't touched.
re. Print it. Deliver it. Quietly. Cleanly. That was
as pre
er my second conversation with Fra
they weren't watching
hing to see wh
? He just became
ain. Still blank. But it di
and another after dark. I'd ju