Zodiac by Tom Duffy

Author:Tom Duffy [Duffy, Tom]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Blue Ruin Publishing
Published: 2022-07-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIVE

Fly me to the Moon

How do you find people who don’t want to be found? How do you dig up dirt on a group so far underground they’re not even a theory? How do you begin a revenge killing spree like a revenant who knows near to nothing about his killers?

First, you stop giving a fuck. Second, you go get a fucking drink at their job. Habit wraps itself around people like a fetal caul. I didn’t know much besides their names, but I did know where David worked and I was willing to bet that he’d show up for his next shift, blood on his hands or not. I had to hope his next shift was today.

I pulled into the Grove’s parking garage. I had circled the block a couple times and didn’t see police hanging around. I didn’t expect to. They knew I had 23-skidoo’ed out of there so there was no reason to think I’d be back. It’s not like it was the scene of a crime. I stopped at the Paseo Colorado and bought myself a pair of sunglasses for ten bucks, one of those big chunky deals with blue lenses. I wasn’t an aviator in real life, but I played one while I sat in the stolen car staring at the back door into the hotel.

An hour later and after a couple rounds of the security guard, I got antsy. Either the fucker was in there or he wasn’t. Either he was working today or not. Sitting in a running car, listening to the traffic report every eight minutes made me feel like a fool. I needed to go in and check the situation. If David was there, what would he do in front of his coworkers and patrons? I was looking forward to seeing the look on his face as well.

It was a cool day for Pasadena, so I left Birdie in the car with the windows cracked. I made sure her food and water were good to go and gave her some tickles and told her to stay put. I didn’t want to worry about having her inside in case I needed all my focus.

I sat down at the bar. The purple lights were off, a small blessing. There was a young lady behind the bar. She gave me a million-dollar smile and asked what she could get me. I ordered an Old Crow, and something called avocado toast. I assumed it was exactly as described but didn’t know why the fuck it cost so much. She smiled, though it didn’t reach her eyes.

Here’s something the younger folks call TMI and I call oversharing: I’ve never been much for sex. Not that I mean I’m not good at it, although I couldn’t really give you an honest opinion about that either. I’ve never been interested in it. It had happened a few times, once begrudgingly during the Libra ritual. It certainly provides no interest now. But even when I was younger, sex wasn’t something that crossed my mind.

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