Three hours later he was in the Whiskey Sky downing Jack Daniel’s and trying to pretend that he was really sitting in Hannibal’s apartment up in the Santa Monica Mountains and looking out at the Pacific Ocean, instead of staring across Lake Michigan and trying to dupe himself into believing that he wasn’t going to get up the next morning and drive some more drugs for Joey Pacitto.
It wasn’t working.
But he was also uncomfortable. Face had been starred at enough over the years to have some kind of sixth sense for it now and he’d felt that feeling all night. He sat tight and waited, not in the mood for the chase, but not going to turn anything down if it landed in his lap. Well, anything female at any rate, he didn’t intend spending the night with a man any time soon, that was one can of worms he had no intention of opening up for a good few years.
Just as the whiskey haze was getting a bit too thick to think straight, she made her move, sliding into the chair opposite him with a nervous smile.
She was nothing like Face had imagined. For someone who had been giving him that much of the eye all night, Face had pictured a real looker, six foot, dyed blonde, lipstick as brash as her personality, figure to die for, heels you could kill with. What he got instead was a slight elfin figure, hair a natural white blonde cut to frame her face, green eyes that seemed to dart around constantly on the lookout for, what? Her cropped jeans, navy ballet pumps and white cashmere jumper marking her out in the urban sophistication of the bar.
Her eyes flicked round the room once more before finally settling on Face’s blue ones, “Hey,” she sounded nervous, “You okay here? You don’t look so... good...”
Face laughed and downed the rest of his JD, “As chat up lines go, I’ve certainly heard better.”
His visitor frowned and shuffled in her seat, “Who said anything about chatting you up?” she actually looked offended; “I was just checking you were alright!”
Face raised his eyebrows at her and gestured at the bar keep, “Yeah? Well you should know, you’ve certainly been checking me out for long enough.”
For a second he thought she was going to get up and walk off again, but then the bar keep arrived with another JD and something that looked suspiciously like orange juice and she laughed instead, holding her hand out across the table, “Jessie Connors, pleased to meet you.”
Face found himself returning her smile and it felt strange on him, “Rob Taylor, pleased to meet you.”
She nodded back and looked thoughtful for a moment before taking a sip of her juice, “So, you have been looking pretty down. Are you okay?”
And then the strangest thing happened, Face took a deep breath and actually told the truth, “I’ve certainly been better,” he shrugged, “Shit happens, yeah?”
To his surprise, Jessie laughed again and took another mouthful of juice. “Certainly does. So tell me, those two over there by the door, you think they really hate each other or d’you think they’re really hot for each other and just playing it cool...?”
Face laughed and glanced up at the mirror behind the bar so he could check out said couple without being seen.
The alarm was piercing and Face cracked an eye open as he tried to swat it into silence. By the time he succeeded he’d remembered that he was supposed to be out driving for Pacitto and Accrombo again this morning and groaned as he rolled out of the bed. He was half way to the bathroom before he remembered Jessie and turned on his heel, checking out the king sized bed, expecting to see her there – but it was empty.
He frowned in confusion, trying to think around his hangover and remember what had happened last night, but his head was pounding too hard and time was pushing on so he buried his thoughts and his despair about what he was going to do, and headed into the bathroom to get dressed.
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Nine hours had passed before he hauled himself back into his suite, pocket full of money and shame gnawing at the edges of his soul. Accrombo had gone to great lengths to piss him off today, putting him down in front of anyone who was around, making him wait for his job and then accusing him of being late and docking his pay. Face had swallowed the bitter taste in his mouth and walked out, the money he received better than nothing.
An hour in the shower wasn’t long enough to wash the bitter taste away or to scour the humiliation from his skin, but it was long enough to make sure that all the local bars were open and Face scraped his wet hair back, threw on some clothes set out to see what he could find along the lake front.
It was one of those nights where things just seemed to get a little out of hand. Face hadn’t been looking for trouble, not consciously at any rate, but then he was being accused of touching someone else’s girl and the bouncers were suddenly in his face and he possibly threw a punch and the next think he knew he was face down on the lake front path, boots in his ribs and insults in his ears.
Eventually they left him alone and he was just crawling up onto his knees and thanking his stars that at least they hadn’t robbed him when a cold knife appeared at his throat and a voice hissed, “Hand it over, loser,” right into his ear.
Face groaned and checked out his options. He was drunk, he knew that, too drunk to put up a good fight, and he could feel blood running down his neck from the pressure of the knife, it was obviously fucking sharp. He forced his eyes open and saw everything in double, he’d felt at least one punch right in the side of the head as he had been hauled from the bar, so that’s maybe where the double vision was coming from. He didn’t see another way out, so slid his hand into his pocket muttering, “Okay, okay, take it easy...”
Then the knife was gone, and so was the money and an elbow to the side of the head sent him sprawling to the ground once more but then he heard a voice, clear and calm and very female, ring out in the night.
“Hold it right there you motherfucker, and drop your knife,” Face squinted up into the darkness and could just about make out something white in the night, almost like a halo shining in the dark before his vision started to swim and he had to duck his head, wait for the world to stop spinning.
There was indistinct muttering before Face heard that voice again, “You want to try that out then do you? You want to risk my aim? ‘Cause I promise you, I can put a bullet right between your eyes quicker than you can blink...” and he was sure he recognised it.
There was the sound of the knife hitting the ground and Face had enough left about him to grope about in the darkness and scoop it up.
“And the money, dick-wad...” more indistinct muttering, “Now, fuck off before I change my mind...” and the sound of feet running away down the path met Face’s ears.
He cracked his eyes open again and was relieved to find that the double vision had morphed into one, albeit still swimming image, just as a face ducked right down to his eye line.
“Oh, God, Rob, look at the state of you, what the hell have you been doing?”
Face squinted and forced his eyes to settle, “Jessie? That you? Since when is ‘dick-wad’ even a word?”
Muted giggling reached his ears as he felt firm hands on his arms hauling him up, “C’mon, let’s get you back to your room before you find some more trouble.”
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Face had certainly had better nights. Jessie managed to drag him back to his room, using the key from his pocket to unlock his door and held his head over the toilet while he threw up then hauled him over to his bed and cleaned him up while he drifted off into a drunken slumber.
He was never a deep sleeper, and the sound of someone’s muted cough had him jerking awake and scrambling to his feet at the side of the bed, eyes wide for danger just as the bedside clock ticked on to three ten a.m.
Jessie froze in the chair at the side of the bed; her face illuminated by the bedside lamp and stared in silence as Face’s brain caught up with the situation.
“Fuck...” he muttered as he sank back on the bed, “Didn’t know you were here, you scared the shit out of me...”
“Sorry,” Jessie got to her feet and dragged a denim jacket over her bare arms, “I was worried you’d choke on your own vomit,” and there was a bite to her voice that took Face by surprise.
He looked up, “Hey,” and she caught his eyes, “I’m sorry. You don’t have to leave. You just caught me unaware, that’s all.”
Jessie paused and seemed to consider her options for a moment before sinking back into the chair. “You feeling alright?” Face noted the bite had gone again.
“No,” he muttered getting back to his feet and heading for the bathroom, “I feel like I’ve had too much to drink, been beaten up, stabbed, robbed and then thrown half my guts up. Not the best feeling.”
By the time he came out again, washed and toileted and feeling slightly more human, Jessie was curled up like a cat in the arm chair by the window, a mug of coffee in her hand, another one steaming away invitingly on his bedside table. Face sat on the bed, back against the head rest and took the coffee taking a long drag with his eyes closed; he let out a sigh and rested his head against the wall, “Thanks,”
“You’re welcome.”
“I mean for everything, not just the coffee.”
He opened his eyes again and Jessie met his gaze and smiled at him, “I know. You’re still welcome.”
They slipped into a companiable silence for a few minutes while Face let the caffeine do its work before he asked, “So, you been following me or something then?”
Jessie raised her eye brow at the forthrightness of the question before answering just as openly, “Yeah.”
Face cocked his head and frowned, “Any particular reason why?”
There was a pause as Jessie took a long mouthful of coffee and looked Face right in the eyes. It made him feel uncomfortable, honesty wasn’t a concept he dabbled in that much, but somehow with Jessie, it seemed the only thing on offer.
“I waited for you in the Whiskey Sky for a few hours, and when you didn’t show I went looking for you. The girl on the desk said she’d seen you head down towards the lakeshore so I wandered down there. Saw those bouncers throw you out. What had you done?”
Face shook his head, feeling that Jessie was trying to duck the issue, “Something and nothing. So you just happened to be in the right place at the right time then?” Jessie nodded, “With a piece?” Face held the gun up between his fingers and Jessie gasped, patting her pockets down and scowling at him.
“Yes,” she snapped, “I carry one all the time. Unless someone lifts it from me.”
Face checked the safety was on and then chucked it down on the end of the bed, eyeing Jessie up carefully.
“So, why are you following me?”
“Well, that depends,” Jessie held his stare, “Who are you hiding from?”
Face almost choked on his coffee.
“I thought so,” Jessie rubbed her chin thoughtfully; “She must have been someone pretty special to have you hiding out here all alone and drinking yourself into oblivion every night.”
Irritation flared in Face. He was a very private person and made it his life’s work to be deliberately difficult to read. It was something he prided himself on, how he could present any image, any impression of himself and anyone nearby would be fooled, taken in hook, line and sinker. But Jessie here, well, there she was just sitting in that chair in his suite like she owned the damn place and presuming to speculate about him. Of course, the fact that she was so close to the mark only made it worse.
“Really?” Now he was the one with the bite to his voice, “Well, there is no ‘she’, so shows what you know.”
Jessie just nodded, “He then. Whatever. Still must have been a big thing to warrant all that money spending on Jack. So, what happened?”
Face got to his feet and stormed across the room, standing with his back to Jessie and starring out at the inky blackness that was
By the time the room service breakfast had been polished off, Face had talked more about himself than ever before. Jessie sat at the end of the bed licking syrup off her fingers and frowning as she contemplated Face’s story.
“So,” she fished a napkin off the tray and carefully wiped her fingers dry, “Let me get this straight then,” she tossed the napkin down. “This guy that you weren’t really involved with, not really, spent almost eighteen months trying to track you down when you walked out on him after you thought you’d done something wrong when you hadn’t, right?” Face nodded, “And when he does find you, he tells you that he loves you and he wants you to come back with him. Right again?” Face felt his cheeks heat as he gave another nod; Jessie’s frown deepened, “But you told him no, that you didn’t want to be with him?”
“Yes!” Face was finding this very uncomfortable and stalked back over to the window, finding watching the city come to life much easier than having Jessie watch him.
“So he left, and then you left and now he doesn’t know where you are, and you haven’t talked to him since?”
“That’s right,” Face ground out.
There was a few minutes of silence as Jessie pondered this over before coming up with her next question, “And why was that again?”
Face sighed, his hands clenching into tight fists, “I told you, ‘cause it’s for the best. I’m difficult to live with, it wouldn’t be fair on either of us, it would only end badly,” Face’s jaw ached with the effort of talking through gritted teeth.
“Oh, I get it!” Face heard Jessie shuffle round on the bed and almost felt her gaze land right between his shoulder blades, “So this is some kind of act of self preservation then? You think it’s all going to go pear shaped so you’ve put a stop to it from the start? It can’t go wrong if it doesn’t get the chance to get going? Let you live a happy life without the threat of heart break hanging over you? Is that it?”
“Exactly,” Yes, that was it, precisely, so why did Face have this mounting sense of nausea building within him?
“Okay,” he felt more than heard Jessie walk towards him, “Well, if that’s the case, Rob, then why are you so miserable?”
And the truth hit him like an icy punch in the gut.
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