ay act nice； but deep down they think they're God and have contempt for minions： She asked me if I knew what a minion was； and I said I didn't。 She told me it was a servant。 Well； that got me mad。〃
〃I guess so；〃 I said。 〃I've never treated you or anyone like a servant； Chuck。〃
〃I know。 I know！〃
I believed some of his account was true。 Most of it was self…serving and slanted； I was sure。
〃So I started doing things for her。 Little things at first；〃 he went on。 〃And every time I did one bad thing； it got easier to do the next。 It's like I got harder and harder inside and talked myself into believing everything I was doing was justified； even right。 Maybe so I could sleep at night。 Then the things she wanted got big； like the e…mail； only she got Anderson to give me those。 assignments。Bray's too slippery to get caught。〃
〃What things； for example？〃 I said。
〃Dropping the bullet down the sink。 That was bad enough。〃
〃Yes； it was；〃 I said； holding in my contempt for him。
〃Which is one of the reasons I knew something really big must be on her mind when she sent me the page about meeting her at Buckhead's last night；〃 he went on。 〃She said not to say a word to anyone and not answer her back unless there was a problem。 Just to show up。 Period。
〃I was scared to death of her by then；〃 he said； and that part I certainly believed。 〃She had me； you know。 i was dirty and she had me。 I was so scared of。 what she might ask me to do next：〃
〃And what might that have been？〃
He hesitated。 A transfer truck swerved in front of me and I tapped my brakes。 Bulldozers were moving dirt on the embankment； and dust was everywhere。
〃Screw up the Container Man case： I knew that was ing。 She was going to get me to tamper with something to get you into so much trouble that it was over for you。 And what better case than one with Interpol and everything？ With all the interest？〃
〃And have you done something to promise that case； Chuck？〃 I said。
〃No； ma'am。〃
〃Have you tampered with any case？〃
〃Other than the bullet； no； ma'am。〃
〃You realize of course you would be mitting a felony if you altered or destroyed evidence？ Do you realize Bray's heading you toward prison and probably even setting you up for it so she can get you out of the way after she's finished with me？〃
〃Deep down； I don't think she'd do that to me；〃 he said。
He was nothing to her。 He was a flunky who didn't have sense enough to avoid a trap when he found one because his ego and ambition got in the way。
〃You're sure about that；〃 I said。 〃Sure Bray wouldn't make you the fall guy？〃
He wavered。
〃Are you the one who's been stealing things in the office？〃 I hit the matter head…on and asked。
〃I have all of it。 She wanted me to do 。 。 。 to do anything I could to make you look like you couldn't run the office。 It's all at my house in a box。 Eventually I was going to leave it in the building somewhere so someone would find it and return the stuff to everyone。〃
〃Why would you let her have this much power over you？〃 I asked。 〃So much that you would lie and steal and premeditate tampering with evidence？〃
〃Oh； please don't let me get arrested； go to prison；〃 he said in a panicky voice that would win him no acting awards。 〃I have a wife。 A baby on the way。 I'll mit suicide； I promise I will。 I know lots of ways to do it。〃
〃Don't even think such a thing；〃 I said。 〃Don't ever say that again。〃
〃I will。 I'm ruined； and it's all my fault。 Nobody else's。〃
〃You're not ruined unless you choose to be。〃
〃It doesn't matter anymore；〃 he muttered； and； I was beginning to fear he might be serious。
He was constantly licking his lips； and his words were sticky because his mouth was so dry。
〃My wife wouldn't care。 And the baby doesn't need to grow up with a father in prison。〃
〃Don't you dare send your body to me；' I told him angrily。 〃Don't you dare have me walk in and find you on one of my tables。〃
He turned to me； shocked。
〃Grow up；〃 I said。 〃You don't just shoot your brains out when things turn to shit； do you hear me？ Do you know what suicide is？〃
He stared wide…eyed at me。
〃It's getting in the last pissed…off word。 It's a big so there；〃 I said。
22
The Pit Stop was just past Kate's Beauty Salon and a small house with a sign out front advertising a psychic。 I parked next to a beat…up black pickup truck tattooed with multiple bumper stickers that gave me broad hints about Mr。 Pit。
The door to his business instantly opened and I was greeted by a man whose exposed skin； every inch of it； including his neck and head； was tattooed。 His body piercing made me cringe。
He was older than I had expected； probably in his fifties； a wiry man with a long gray ponytail and a beard。 He had a face that looked as if it had been beaten up a few times； and he dressed in a black leather vest over a T…shirt。 His wallet was chained to his jeans。
〃You must be Pit；〃 I said as I_opened the trunk to get out the plastic bag。
〃e on in；〃 he replied in a relaxed way； as if nothing in the world was off kilter or worth worrying about。
He walked in ahead of Ruffin and me and called out； 〃Taxi； sit； girl。〃 Then he assured us； 〃Don't worry about her。 She's gentler than baby shampoo。〃
I knew I wasn't going to like what was inside his shop。
〃I didn't know you were bringing anybody with you；〃 Pit mented； and I noticed his tongue sported a pointed silver post。 〃What's your name？〃
〃Chuck。〃
〃He's one of my assistants；〃 I explained。 〃If you have a place to sit； he'll wait。〃 '
Taxi was a pit bull； a brown and black square block of muscle on four legs。
〃Oh； yeah；' Pit was pointing out a corner of the room where there was a TV and a sitting area。 〃We gotta have a place for the customers to wait for their appointments。 Chuck； you just help yourself。 Let me know if you need change for the Coke machine。〃
〃Thanks；〃 he said； subdued。
I didn't like the way Taxi stared at me。 I would never trust a pit bull no matter how gentle its owner said it was。 To me； the mixture of bulldog and terrier had created the Frankenstein of breeding； and I had seen my share of tornup people； especially children。
〃Okay；。 Taxi； tummy rub；〃 Pit said in a cooing voice。
Taxi rolled over； legs in the air； and her master squatted and began rubbing her stomach。
〃You know〃…he looked up at Chuck and me…〃these dogs aren't bad unless the owners want 'em to be。 They're just big babies。 Aren't you； Taxi？ I named her ‘Taxi' because some taxi driver came in here a year back and wanted a tattoo。 Said he'd trade me a pit bull puppy for a Grim Reaper with his ex…wife's name under it。 So that's what I did； didn't I； girl？ Kind of a joke that she's a Pit and I am； too。 We ain't related。〃
Pit's shop was a world I didn't know and couldn't have imagined； and I'd visited some very strange places in my career。 Walls were covered with flash； every example edgeto…edge。 There were thousands of Indians； winged horses； dragons； fish； frogs and cultist symbols that meant nothing to me。 Pit's Trust No One 。 and Been There ；Fucked That opinions were everywhere。 Plastic skulls grimaced from shelves and tables； and tattoo magazines were placed about for brave hearts to flip through while they waited for the needle。
Oddly； what I would have found so offensive just an hour ago suddenly took on the authority and truth of a creed。 People like Pit and probably much of his clientele were outlaws who bucked anything that took away the right of people to be who and what they are。 Out of place in all of this was the dead man whose flesh I was carrying in a jar。 There was nothing countercultural or defiant about someone dressed in Armani clothes and crocodile shoes。
〃How did you get into this？〃 I asked Pit。
Chuck began browsing sheet…flash as if he were wandering through an art museum。 I set the bag on the countertop by the cash register。
〃Graffiti；〃 Pit replied。 〃I bring a lot of that into my style； sort of like Grime at Primal Urge out in San Fran； not that I'm saying I'm anywhere near as good as him。 But if you bine bright； more graffitilike images with the bolder lines of the old school； that's me。〃
He tapped his finger on a framed photograph of a nude woman smiling slyly； arms provocatively crossed over her breasts。 She had a sunset behind a lighthouse on her belly。
〃Now that lady there；〃 he said； 〃she es in here with her boyfriend and says he's giving her a tattoo for her birthday。 She starts out with this little itty…bitty butterfly on her hip； scared to death。 After that she es back every week for another one。〃
〃Whys〃 I asked。
〃It's addicting。〃
〃Most people get more than one？〃
〃Most who get just one want to tuck it somewhere； usually out of sight。 Like a heart on a butt or a boob。 In other words； that one tattoo has special meaning。 Or maybe the person got it when they were drunk…that happens； too； but not in my shop。 I won't touch you if you smell like booze。〃
〃If someone had one tattoo on his back and nowhere else on his body； as best I can tell？ Important？ Maybe something more than bravado or being drunk？〃 I asked。
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