Oddest Jobs - Hellboy by Christopher Golden & Mike Mignola

Author:Christopher Golden & Mike Mignola [Golden, Christopher & Mignola, Mike]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

It was Tuesday morning when they flew me back into Sonoma County Airport. Albie was waiting for me. He was definitely looking old and tired, like maybe he was wishing he'd taken this being-retired thing more seriously. Getting a glimpse of what squirms under the rock of everyday reality can do that for you. I definitely wasn't going to let him get any closer to the lighthouse than I had to.

"How was your trip?" he asked.

"Connecticut, what's there to say?" I told him. "The guys at the Bureau say hi. A bunch of them still remember you from '69."

"That's nice," he said. "And how was New Orleans?"

"Even freakier than usual. I did get to spend a nice night on the town." I have some good friends in New Orleans, and there are a few places I can go and eat red beans and listen to music where nobody bats an eye at me. I like that.

"And your ... shopping?"

"Good, I think — I hope. We'll see. There's no recipe book for this stuff — we kind of make it up as we go along."

It was a pleasant-enough trip west to the coast and Caldo Bay — you could smell and see spring on the way — but I wasn't really looking forward to visiting Monk's

Point. As he drove, Albie filled me in on what had been happening, not that there was much news. The only excitement in town was that Bobby Gentle was spending what he called his insurance money like it was water, and there was a permanent twenty-four-hour party going on out at his house, with all the local rummies and freeloaders prominently represented.

"I can't help thinking about that poor kid — or at least his body," I said. "The Wednesday Men must have squeezed his soul right out of it, then kept the body running until they got bored or lost control over it. You never saw anything so empty and so lost."

Albie shuddered. "Come on, don't."

When we arrived chez Bayless, I opened my two suitcases and started spreading stuff out on the table. Albie watched me with wide eyes as I counted and sorted. "What is all that?"

"Fighting gear," I said as I shoved things into a knapsack. "And some other tricks. Its how we're going to take it to the Wednesday boys, basically."

"How's that going to work?"

"You mean, how do I hope its going to work? I'd rather tell you after I live through it — if I manage. It'll be less embarrassing that way." I wasn't feeling all that confident, to be honest. "You got a beer?"

The afternoon ticked away in small talk and me packing and repacking my knapsack and coat pockets about a hundred times. At one point I was making Albie so nervous I got up and took a walk along the headlands above the ocean. The lighthouse at Monk's Point stuck up like a warning finger. I turned my back on it and concentrated on the dark-green water and the white chop kicked up by the rising wind.

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