LITMIR.BIZ

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course. It’s an honor to work for the augur.”

      I can’t see his eyes, so I can’t tell if he’s lying.

      “Sitting in a stuffy room pushing buttons. I get it. I used to talk that way the last time I worked for a bigwig.”

      He does a sarcastic little snort laugh.

      “When did you ever work for someone respectable?”

      “Respectable? Never. I used to work for Azazel, one of Lucifer’s generals. I guess I didn’t really ‘work’ for him. I was more of a slave. Anyway, I talked the way you do all the time. ‘What a great boss. What a great gig. I’m the luckiest boy in Candy Land.’”

      He looks at me and says, “Bullshit,” but he takes his time about it. Savoring the moment.

      I lean into the glow of the monitors to light up my face.

      “You think I got these scars playing Jenga?”

      “I’ve seen a hundred cons with faces like yours. You’re nothing special.”

      That’s the second time in a couple of days someone said I look like a con. One more time and I’m getting a haircut.

      I take the pause in the heartbreaking verbal abuse to look over the guests. A lot of old faces from the council meetings. I can’t remember most of their names, but I could find them in a crowd if I had to. A lot of new faces too.

      Beautiful people. Perfect clothes. Teeth like CG snowscapes. Breasts lifted. Jowls tightened. You can tell the Sub Rosa men from the civilians because the civilians have hair plugs, while the balding Sub Rosa have hoodoo and self-loathing. I know I’m supposed to be listening for Wormwood giveaways, but I’d rather machine-gun the entire room than listen to any more chatter about private jets, vacation homes, or Arabian horses. I’d do it too. Wipe out the whole party, but Wormwood probably has bets on it and a mass slaughter would line someone’s pockets, so, for now, everyone is safe. As for why Abbot called me here, I haven’t heard one out-of-place word all evening.

      “I’d say this whole thing is pretty much a bust. How ’bout you, Willem? Picking up any supervillain vibes from this bunch?”

      “That’s not what I’m here for.”

      “What are you here for?”

      “To operate the equipment and to keep an eye on you.”

      “I have been falling asleep at meetings recently. Do you ever have sleeping problems, Willem? I do. Nightmares and migraines. I found a cure, but I’m not sure it’s healthy. Not a keeper. What do you do to relax, Willem?”

      He takes his hands from the console and wraps them together like he’s praying or wants to keep from punching me.

      “Stop saying my name all the time.”

      “Have I been? How rude. Say, Abbot said we could have stuff sent down here. What do you say to a couple of aperitifs?”

      He shakes his head.

      “Coffee is all you’re allowed.”

      “Ouch. Of everything you’ve said tonight, that’s the most hurtful.”

      Willem turns to face me. It’s the first time since we shook hands a couple of hours ago. A giveaway that this won’t be a lasting romance.

      He says, “The augur sees something in you, so I’ve been trying to give you the benefit of the doubt. But you come in here with these games and attitude, and worst of all, this Hell bullshit. Is that supposed to scare me? Am I supposed to be impressed with your lies or, more likely, your delusions?”

      “I know some card tricks too.”

      “See? That’s what I’m talking about. You have nothing to say. Nothing to contribute except noise. If it was up to me, you wouldn’t just be barred from this boat. I’d keep you out of the whole marina.”

      “Luckily, it’s not up to you, so we get to spend this quality time together.”

      He turns back to the console.

      “Just be quiet and try to do at least a little piece of your job.”

      I watch the screen for a few minutes. The guests mingle. Abbot presses the flesh. Spends a few minutes with Tuatha Fortune, the wife of the previous augur. Waiters bring in drinks and food and take out the remains. The most exciting thing that happens is when a waiter runs out of shrimp puffs and Charlie Anpu, the graying, liquored-up patriarch of a heavyweight Sub Rosa family, gets bent out of shape about it. Like the poor-slob waiter is supposed to bend over and shoot seafood out of his ass. What a creep. My hoodoo is good enough that I could probably do it, but I hate to show off at parties.

      I pull out my phone and check the time. More than two hours down here in Glitter Gulch. The best night of my life.

      “So, Willem. How long were you a cop?”

      “I told you to stop saying my name.”

      “It’s a simple question. How long were you on the job?”

      He shakes his head.

      “You don’t get to ask about my personal life.”

      I point to one of the screens. The augur laughs at a billionaire’s dirty limerick or maybe the guy does a mean Ed Sullivan impression. Anyway, the laugh looks real, but I can see Abbot’s eyes and he’s dying inside. That makes two of us.

      “Abbot seems to be having a good time.”

      “He’s doing his job. And he’s not the one you’re supposed to be watching.”

      “I’m watching plenty. But I can’t hear a thing with you talking all the time.”

      He freezes for a minute, but doesn’t say anything.

      I take it back. I don’t want to machine-gun the party. I want to find the fault line that will drop California into the ocean and toss a nuke down there. No one on this boat, me included, will benefit the human race by living one more day. Let’s just blow the whole shebang into the Pacific and give Nevada a shot at some prime beachfront property.

      I look at other monitors. Waiters go in and out of the kitchen. Security patrols the walkway to the boat. A seagull swoops low and shits on the deck. Lucky bird.

      “Did you know Audsley Ishii?”

      Willem nods. “Ishii is a good man.”

      “And you don’t like me because I got him fired.”

      “I don’t like you because of who and what you are.”

      I swing my chair around to face him.

      “Enlighten me, Willem. What am I?”

      He turns to me.

      “You’re nothing but a loudmouth hustler. You have the skills to watch the room? Bullshit. You’re some hotshot killer? Bullshit. You’ve been to Hell? That’s the biggest bullshit of all. But it’s a nice line to the right people. The kind of unhinged street trash you spend your time with.”

      I check the time on my phone again. I swear time has stopped completely.

      “Ishii wants to kill me. Did you know that?”

      “Good luck to him, I say,” Willem says.

      “But I work for Abbot.”

      “I know.”

      “Which means you sort of work for me. I mean, as part of security it’s your job to fall on a grenade for anyone on the council.”

      “I know.”

      “That means me.”

      “Unfortunately.”

      I lean back.

      “Still like your job?”

      “I

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