face.â
Jacks sounds bored. âYeah. So?â
âWhere is it?â
I can hear Jacks rummaging around. âI think itâs in the pocket of the jeans I was wearing yesterday,â he informs me. âHold on.â He sets the phone down. I wait patiently. Thereâs not much else I can do at this point. Somewhere downstairs Jacks utters a grunt of success before he picks up the phone again. âYeah, I got it. Want me to bring it up?â
âYeah.â I donât wait for his response. I hang up the phone and walk back to the kitchen. I take two cups down from the cupboard and pour myself and Jacks a drink. Gotta start somewhere. Two minutes later, Jacks is banging on the door. I pull it open and he hands me an envelope. Mint green. I hand him a glass in return and he nods his gratitude. He leans in the doorway as I tear open the envelope and pull out the note.
Now it looks like you need my help as well. Friday, ten, Gold Note.
Again, thereâs no signature. I hold it out to Jacks. âLooks like I got a date.â I light up a cigarette as Jacks reads the note and turns it over in his hands. He looks just as puzzled as I feel. He hands the note back to me and checks his watch.
âFriday is two days away,â he points out. This must be why Jacks is a cop. His power of observation.
I nod. âIâm aware of that.â
âAre you gonna go?â
âYeah,â I reply. âIâm curious.â I turn away from Jacks and make my way to my chair. I ease myself into it with a slight sigh. Jacks stares at me.
âAre you sure youâre up for it?â he asks.
âWhy wouldnât I be?â
âConsidering the fact that you almost got killed yesterday, I thought maybe you might play it low key for a little while,â Jacks explains.
âYou sound like my mother.â Jacks narrows his eyes at me. I raise my hands. âI donât have the time to play it low key. As you just pointed out, someone tried to off me yesterday. Twice.â I take a drag off the cigarette.
âSpeaking of which, what are you gonna do about this place?â Jacks asks. I raise my eyebrows. He motions around the apartment.
âI was thinking of getting some hanging plants,â I tell him. âMaybe a nice end table or an armoire for the corner.â
Jacks shakes his head. âYou know what I mean, smart-ass,â he says through gritted teeth. âIâm assuming, just as you are, that someone wants you stone cold. Where are you gonna hole up?â
I look Jacks straight in the eye. âIâm staying right here. Iâm not leaving this place and going on the run. Those sons of bitches know where to find me. Bring the dirty bastards on.â
Jacks clenches his jaw. âYou got a fucking death wish?â
I shrug. âNo, I just donât plan on taking any more shit.â Jacks stands up straight in the doorway. What does he want me to do? Go on the lam? Iâve seen what happens to guys on the lam. They survive for a little while, maybe they survive for a long while, but in the end, they always get caught and when they do, they get whatâs coming to them. Iâm not gonna be one of those guys. I can tell he wants to argue some more, but he knows itâs pointless. He moves on to another line of questioning.
âDid you fuck her?â he asks.
âWho?â
âThat broad that was here last night with you,â Jacks says. âMeg.â
âWhat makes you think she stayed over?â I ask. I intentionally avoid his question solely because I know itâll drive him absolutely insane.
âBecause I saw her leaving this morning as I was coming in,â he explains. I nod and turn my attention back to the letter. I can feel his eyes burning a hole into me.
âWell?â he asks.
I put the letter down again and stare at him stupidly. âWell what?â
âDid you?â
âDid I