Baca by Billy Kring

Author:Billy Kring [Kring, Billy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-05-24T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

As we drove away, I said to Hondo, “You remember Mickey’s home address?”

He looked at me and nodded.

Hunter said, “Yeah, maybe there’s something we can find.”

“You can’t go.” I said.

“I sure can. You watch me.”

Hondo said, “No, Hunter. If Vick or his people walk in on us, it’ll be your career. We can’t let you risk it.”

“But-”

“No Buts,” I said. “We’ll drop you at the office and fill you in when we get back.”

“Or call you for bail money,” Hondo said.

I said, “Besides, Hondo and I can go through the place almost as fast as the three of us could. You know that. Three’s almost too many for a small house.”

She didn’t say yes, but she didn’t disagree anymore. We were silent as Hondo drove us to the office, where Hunter got out and Hondo turned toward West Hollywood.

**

Mickey’s house was small white stucco on the corner, with a large eucalyptus tree in the front yard whose roots were cracking the sidewalk. We parked in the drive and walked to the door. I tried the knob.

“It’s locked.”

Hondo moved me out of the way and fiddled with it for several seconds and the door opened. He said, “Nah, just stuck a little from the humidity.” I didn’t remind him we were in the middle of a drought.

The inside was neat, with peach colored walls and a white leather sofa and armchair. The floor was tile and the kitchen had a six-foot bar with barstools around it for the eating area. A tall, wide computer desk and filing cabinets took up the place for the dining room table. Hondo turned on the computer and we watched the screen come up with a floating message of hot pink script letters: Give yourself a Great Day!

Hondo punched some keys and the Windows screen came up. I said, “Go ahead. I’ll look around the rest of the house.” Hondo nodded and I walked down a hall and into the single bedroom. There was a canopy bed made in soft pinks and whites, with furry teddy bears lying on the made-up bed. I went to the nightstand beside the bed and opened the drawer below the phone. Inside was a diary with a lock.

I took it out and found the tiny key underneath the book. I opened the lock and flipped through the pages until I got to the last entries and started with three days ago.

Dear Diary, I got a call today from the Sheriff’s Department to go to Bobby’s Malibu home and pick up some things they wanted out of there. I thought about calling Ronny and Hondo, but felt I could do it on my own and show them I’m good for something. I admire them so much. They are the finest, most noble men I have ever known. Bob is a great person and I love him with all my heart (Yes Dear Diary, even if we haven’t kissed!), but Ronny and Hondo are so...well, Heroic. But they aren’t stiff or anything, just funny and warm and kind.

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