Hollywood Moon (2009) by Joseph - Hollywood Station 03 Wambaugh

Author:Joseph - Hollywood Station 03 Wambaugh [Wambaugh, Joseph - Hollywood Station 03]
Format: mobi
Published: 2010-12-23T23:20:53.718000+00:00

Chapter THIRTEEN

TRISTAN HAWKINS HADN'T SLEPT well and had experienced strange and troubling dreams for most of the night. He'd smoked a blunt before going to bed in his east Hollywood hotel-apartment, where he'd lived alone since the first of the year. The smoke hadn't really mellowed him, and it came back on him later, resulting in sleeplessness and nightmares. Somehow the tropical colors that the landlord favored, along with the rank, humid cooking smells from the Cubans next door, reminded him of a whorehouse in Haiti, an unpleasant memory from his short stint as a steward on a cruise liner when he was eighteen years old. It was a good job, but he'd gotten fired for stealing $20 from one of the cabins being tended by another steward.

Tristan had been wide awake since daybreak and lay there staring at the mildew stains on the plasterboard walls. After their surveillance of Kessler the night before, he'd completely lost control of Jerzy, and he was peeved every time he thought of how the dumb peckerwood threatened to throw him out of his own car unless Tristan let him go back home to his woman. And what was his home anyway? Just a shitty little two-bedroom house in Frogtown that Jerzy shared with a woman who was uglier than Shrek, and her four miserable brats.

If he had someone else he could use to help execute the vague plan he was formulating, he'd drop Jerzy in the time it took to make the call to tell him that his bitch looked like she belonged on WrestleMania, and that he'd take a bath in a tub of bleach if he had to sleep with that old hose bag. But he couldn't do that, and they were scheduled to meet Kessler at 5 P. M. back at the pest-infested duplex/office, where Tristan was supposed to tell him about the interesting new idea he had. The fact that he had no ideas at all wasn't of concern; it was how to handle Kessler after they informed the man that they were his new partners. The fact was, a little muscle might be needed to quiet Kessler down, and that was the main reason he needed the big Polack.

Kessler had been a letdown in any case. Tristan hadn't made $1,000 total in the weeks he'd been a runner, so even if the plan didn't work, he had very little to lose. His scheme was going to involve fast-talking and finesse, and that required his talents. Still, he wished he had one more ace to play. That's why he decided to return to Kessler's apartment today when he was certain the man would be away from it.

At 10 A. M., Tristan Hawkins was at a T-shirt shop on Hollywood Boulevard, where a non-English-speaking Guatemalan embroidered Department of Water and Power across a baseball cap that Tristan bought at the shop. For another $25 the Guatemalan stitched the same lettering across the pocket of the gray work shirt that Tristan had brought with him.

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