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Keeper

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by Greg Rucka


  He knew what he was doing. He knew how to fight.

  Blood flowed over his upper lip, and the smile turned bigger, and I could see dark pink around his teeth.

  “You want me to show you out?” I asked him.

  Trouble shook his head, and the smile blossomed into a grin.

  “You took my knife,” he said. The lighting made the blood from his nose look black.

  “That’s a fucking precious knife, and you took it.”

  “You didn’t have a knife. If you had a knife, you would have just committed a felony, and we’d have to call the police.”

  “Fuck that,” Jacob said. “I am calling the cops.” I heard the rattle of plastic on metal as he reached for the phone.

  Trouble shifted his weight, settling and coiling, wanting the fight, and I took a step to the side, putting myself between him and Erika, figuring that if I was about to get beaten, at least he’d walk away without her. His hands were up and ready, and his breathing was under control.

  If he was a serious martial artist, I was deep in the shit. Despite my chosen profession, I don’t like pain, and at seven-fifty an hour, I’m not getting paid enough to change that fact.

  “You’ve no idea the world of hurt you’ve bought,” Trouble said, showing me his teeth. His eyes moved from me to see beyond my shoulder, and then everything changed. His glee vanished with the grin, face turning into a battle mask, and he spat blood onto the floor.

  I wondered how much this was going to hurt.

  His hips began to torque, and I thought he was starting with a kick, prepped myself to block it.

  But the leg didn’t launch.

  Instead he turned, breaking for the fire door, pushing through the people who had stopped to watch this different scene being played, knocking over the PVC woman with the leashes. She went backward, falling onto her slaves, crying out, and he kept going.

  I went after him, trying to be more polite about my pursuit, but the fire door had already swung shut by the time I reached it. I slammed the release bar down and pushed, stepped out into the alley, checking left and then right, spotting him as he reached Tenth Avenue, then turned the comer.

  By the time I could make the avenue, he’d be gone.

  I thought about going after him anyway, then decided I’d gotten off easily and had better not push my luck. My breath was condensing in the mid-November air, and it was cold out, and getting colder. There was a wind blowing, too, floating the smells of alcohol, urine, and exhaust down the alley.

  I heard the rubber seal at the base of the fire door scraping the ground, saw Erika stepping out to look past me to the avenue. The door swung shut slowly, and I heard the latch click. “You broke his fucking nose,” she declared. “Probably,” I said. “What’d you do?”

  “Me? I didn’t do anything.”

  “Something scared him off,” I said. “What did he want?”

  “He wanted to top me.”

  “With a knife?”

  She shrugged, faked a shiver, and said, “I’m going back inside.”

  “The hell you are.”

  Erika stopped, turned her head and tossed her hair much as she had done to Trouble. “What?”

  “You’re fifteen, Erika. Isn’t that right?” “Twenty-one,” she said immediately.

  “You got some proof of that?”

  “Atticus. You know who I am.”

  “Exactly.”

  She waited for more, and then realized that was my whole argument.

  “Fuck you,” she said, finally, then spun on one of her too-high heels, making to go back inside. I let her, because she couldn’t get far. It was a fire door, after all, and there was no handle on the outside. Great for exiting the building in a hurry, not so good for a return trip.

  It took her a second to come to the same conclusion. “I’ll go through the front. No problem. I’ve done it before.” She brushed past me, heading down the alley.

  “I’ll make sure you’re carded.”

  “I’ve got ID.”

  “I’ll tell them it’s fake,” I said.

  That stopped her once more. Without turning, she said, “I fucking hate you.”

  “Nice to see you, too.”

  “Go to hell,” Erika snarled. She turned and pointed a finger at me. “Where the fuck am I going to sleep tonight?”

  “At home.”

  “You are so wrong.” She threw her hands out as if to ward me off, then began shaking her head and muttering. The wind kicked up, gusted down the dark street, and I felt its teeth through my jacket. Erika had goose bumps on her skin, and the cheap lace of her top made her pale breasts stand out in contrast. I looked toward Tenth Avenue, feeling like a dirty old man.

  She certainly wasn’t dressing fifteen.

  “Why the fuck are you doing this?” Erika demanded.

  I took off my jacket and offered it to her. She ignored it. “Where the hell do you get off telling me I can’t go back in there? What’s your fucking problem, huh?”

  “You’re underage, Erika,” I said. “Will you put this on?”

  “So fucking what?”

  “So it’s illegal that’s so fucking what. How’d you get in there?”

  “None of your business.”

  “Will you please put this on?”

  “Why?”

  “Because I can see your nipples and they’re erect and I embarrass easily,” I said.

  Erika checked her front, then grabbed a breast in each hand and looked at me. “That’s the point, asshole,” she said, squeezing, her thumbs and forefingers pinching flesh.

  “Put on the goddamn jacket, Erika.”

  She grabbed my coat and put it on.

  “Thank you,” I said.

  “You’re a fucking asshole,” she said.

  I began heading toward Tenth Avenue, walking slowly, hoping she’d join me. After five steps, she did, falling in on my left.

  We were almost to the comer when Erika asked, “How you been?” She asked it like I’d seen her yesterday and we’d maybe just caught a movie, then done some window-shopping at Macy’s.

  “I’ve been better. Why aren’t you at home? Why aren’t you in D.C.?”

  Erika laughed. “The Colonel retired, lives in Garrison now. I don’t even live with him.”

  “So where do you live?”

  “Wherever I find a bed, dipshit.” She stopped, checked her tone, then continued, more patiently. “That’s why I need to get back in there, Atticus. That’s where I’m going to find my shelter for the night.”

  This time, I stopped. “You’re tricking?” “Sometimes, I guess. Sure.”

  “What the hell’s happened? Why aren’t you living at home?”

  Erika took an impatient breath and looked off past my shoulder, shoving her hands into the pockets of my army jacket. The gesture revealed her age, the jacket much too big for her, the miniskirt almost entirely swallowed by its hem. The light on the street wasn’t fantastic, but I could see her eyes clearly, and they looked fine, her pupils equal. She didn’t seem to be on anything. I waited.

  Erika said, “They got a divorce, you know that, right?”

  “I heard a rumor.”

  She ran a knuckle over the bridge of her nose, wiping imaginary club grime away. “Yeah, well, the rumor is true. Maybe a year after you left, Mom took off. They’ve been fighting since then, over money, over me, you name it. It all went final about a year ago. I don’t even know where she is these days, and frankly I don’t fucking care. So, I live with the Colonel, just him and me . . . and he doesn’t go out much anymore, you know?” She was still watching something beyond me, keeping her gaze distant. “He sort of sees me ... he sort of sees me as in-home entertainment. So I don’t like to be around the house that much.”

  In-home entertainment. I swallowed, felt a little sick as all of the implications of that phrase hit home.

  An NYPD sector car turned off the avenue and headed down the street, passing us. Erika watched its progress, and
when it stopped in front of the warehouse, she said, “Guess somebody called the cops, huh?”

  “How long has it been going on, Erika?”

  She shrugged, picking a spot on the pavement that interested her. “He retired a little before it went final, brought me home from school, I was going to boarding school in Vermont.” She rubbed her hands against her upper arms, making friction for heat. “You going to take me home now? I’m fucking freezing my tits off.”

  Table of Contents

  DON’T MISS GREG RUCKA’S ATTICUS KODIAK NOVELS

  Praise for Greg Rucka

  Title Page

  Copyright page

  Dedeication

  Epigraph

  KEEPER

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

  About the Author

  FINDER

 

 

 


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