- •The Intersection of Law and Desire
- •I let her sit in silence for a few moments before repeating, “What do they have on you?”
- •I hesitated for a second, embarrassed at what came to mind. “Oh, hell. Jerking off,” I finally admitted.
- •I felt a touch of slickness between my legs. “I’m wet,” I acknowledged.
- •I brushed some of the water out of my hair, hoping it would spot her leather interior and muttered, “Whoever said, ‘Better late than never’?”
- •I would be seeing Cordelia tomorrow, I suddenly realized. And myself in the mirror later tonight. I gently removed Karen’s arms from around my neck.
- •I picked up her bike rack and my duffel bag with my oh so beloved running shoes, while Cordelia managed her bike and gear. After locking up, we headed down to put the bike on her car.
- •I turned sharply around to scan the road. “Nope. Not a Rolls in sight. The snootiest car visible is a Cadillac. And it’s not even this year’s model. I don’t think they’re watching you right now.”
- •I watched them as they pedaled away, Torbin riding abreast with Cordelia. She was nodding her head to something he was saying. Then a line of trees hid them from my view.
- •I stopped. Clearly we needed to have more than a one-sided conversation. Joanne looped back to me.
- •I shrugged noncommittally.
- •I nodded as I waited by the passenger door for her to open it.
- •I grinned at his use of tv cop show cliché, then said, “I’ll do what I can. I’ll call you as soon as I’ve got something to report.”
- •I didn’t recognize the desk sergeant. I introduced myself, then bantered a bit about the Saints’ chances for the playoffs this year.
- •I opened it and started reading, although I knew it would back him up. Bill did paperwork until I decided I had read all of the autopsy report that I cared to. I handed the file back to him.
- •I didn’t need to look around to know that Joey had arrived.
- •I let my disapproval hang in the silence for a long moment. “Eight months? And you’re just now wondering about it?”
- •I decided that sniping at each other wasn’t going to be helpful. “What do you do to calm her fears?”
- •I installed the night-light next to Cissy’s bed, then stayed up reading until a little after three, but no one stirred. Maybe the night-light would keep away Cissy’s fears.
- •I gave her a quick rundown while driving out of the airport maze. Then I asked the question I had been wanting to ask. “What do you know about child psychology?”
- •I shrugged, met her gaze for a moment, then looked away. “What do we do?” I demanded.
- •I stood gazing out the window to avoid looking at her while she packed up.
- •I nodded yes.
- •I thought for a moment. Barbara Selby couldn’t afford anything like it. Then I remembered the money Karen was paying me.
- •I decided to do some work on my one paying case and dialed Torbin’s number.
- •I didn’t reply, instead I crossed my arms and looked away from him.
- •I knelt beside Cissy. “I think I like the blue one the best. Which one do you like?”
- •I nodded, then said, “I’m glad you noticed.”
- •I nodded, then added, “I’m not asking for your money back.”
- •I started to ask her about Lindsey, but realized that I was picking at scabs, scratching and irritating them.
- •I sat next to her, taking her hand between both of mine. “Now tell me about your day.”
- •I shuddered beneath Cordelia’s embrace, warmth a fragile and fleeting thing.
- •I didn’t answer. I slowly leaned back into her embrace. Warm and alive and not in immediate pain seemed to be all that I could offer her.
- •I watched Cordelia as she spoke. She believed what she said, but if I gave in to her wishes, then the power became hers and I would have to trust that she would not use it.
- •I turned and led the way to the kitchen.
- •I quickly hurried down the stairs and out of the courtyard, feeling ragged and torn, unwilling to have her voice leave another mark on me.
- •I looked again at the matchbook. “Heart of Desire” was scripted in gold on a black background. Some of the gold lettering had begun to chip.
- •I said, “What are you working on? We might—”
- •I reluctantly gave him the number to Cordelia’s clinic.
- •I sat for a moment before finally replying, “I need to talk to a lawyer first.”
- •I put the black binder back on o’Connor’s desk, a faint unsettled queasiness rolling in my stomach.
- •I thought for a moment. Legally it would probably be Aunt Greta, but she was the last person I’d want involved. “I guess my cousin, Torbin Robedeaux.”
- •I watched Joey walk out of the bar. The fish had taken the bait. But look what usually happens to bait. I didn’t drive by Cordelia’s apartment on my way out of the Quarter.
- •I held my temper. Joey was playing with me, testing my limits. “I like men. I even love some men. I just get real bored with them when they take their clothes off.”
- •I started to say it wasn’t her money but her mortal soul that I was worried about, but Joey wouldn’t understand and I was beyond explaining it.
- •I turned into the driveway of Lindsey’s office.
- •I finally broke the silence by asking, “Is she okay?”
- •I knew she was right. Law and justice aren’t the same thing. “Is she okay? How badly hurt is she?”
- •I spun on my heel, angry at her. Then I turned back and said as gently as I could, “If you need my help, you know my number. Call me anytime.”
- •I headed in the direction he had indicated. For a moment, the sound of our footsteps mingled, then his faded into the distance and mine alone echoed.
- •I nodded and he continued.
- •I looked at the floor for several moments before I finally answered, “For a while. I lived there…I couldn’t get away from him.” Then I said, “I’d prefer to talk about something else.”
- •I spent most of the weekend at my apartment. No one called me, and I called no one.
- •I nodded slowly, but made no other reply.
- •I climbed into the backseat.
- •I got down to business. “So when does the ceiling fall on Zeke’s head?”
- •I handed the last box to Mr. Unfriendly, then hopped out of the truck. Zeke led the way back into the building. Mr. Silent followed me, closing the door on the cool night.
- •I gave both Betsy and Camille my phone number. Then, with Camille running interference, we headed back downstairs.
- •I didn’t know what to do except respond. I had not expected this. I had come up with dozens of scenarios, but none of them had included Lindsey kissing me.
- •I shrugged, then since she was fronting the money, answered, “No, not for you, it shouldn’t be.”
- •I crossed my arms over my chest, a barricade of sorts. “I need a shrink’s advice,” was my opening. “How do you say no when someone’s making a sexual advance that you’re not sure you want?”
- •I said nothing. I didn’t think Lindsey deserved the accident, but that was a road she had to walk.
- •I felt a surge of jealousy. I knew I wasn’t Cordelia’s first lover, but that wasn’t the same thing as hearing Lindsey describe this.
- •I checked the gun. It was loaded. I suddenly turned and pointed it at Algernon. He stopped and merely looked at me.
- •In the alley you will meet your escort to the boat. That way no one can follow you or recognize your car.
- •I switched it on and found the path into the dark woods.
- •I took one of the pay packets out and waved it in Vern’s face. Then I said, “I don’t pay sexist assholes. You want your money, you’d better deal with me.”
- •I didn’t. That was the horrible thing. “Load up the kids,” I said, to buy time. Maybe if I got enough men out of here I could chance pulling my gun.
- •I held the kiss a little longer, giving her time to get the key securely under her tongue. Then I broke it off. I wondered what Cordelia was thinking.
- •I padlocked the door. It would keep them in, but it would also keep the crew out.
- •I handed it to Ron, and said, “Thanks a lot. I’ve got to get these kids to bed now. It’s almost midnight and they’re very tired.”
- •I lifted the next girl. She was silent, asking no questions, expecting nothing. Cordelia was helping me now, we both put the next two girls in at the same time. Then in silence, the last two.
- •I aimed at him and fired.
- •I told my tale as best I could, still waiting for word on Cordelia and the kids.
- •I just shrugged, terrified to lift my barricades. I couldn’t admit how desperately I wanted to revive the time when I was sure she loved me.
- •I looked at Cordelia. Usually we’re locked in our own world, our own needs and desires. Cordelia had just let me into a place where she was small and scared. “I’m so afraid of you,” I admitted.
- •I let the tension ease out of me and closed my eyes.
- •I got up to leave. His money could buy many things. A lesson in the cost of betrayal was one of them. Francois had made his choices.
- •I ignored that. “Why do you think Francois won’t betray you?”
- •I started to point out that was clichéd, too, but decided that Kessler wasn’t interested in knowing that. I didn’t talk.
- •I slammed my heel into his instep, causing him to howl in pain.
- •I didn’t know if Barbara was asking a rhetorical question or asking me about myself. I answered as if it were the latter, “The memory remains. Don’t silence her. Don’t ever blame her.”
- •I watched them as they went down the hall, not wanting to go with them. Instead, I walked back the way I came, giving Barbara and Cissy time to find their way home.
- •I didn’t look back as we drove away.
I knew she was right. Law and justice aren’t the same thing. “Is she okay? How badly hurt is she?”
Lindsey paused again, then said, “I don’t know if I should be telling you this. Well, I shouldn’t actually.” Nonetheless she continued, “It appears that there’s not much physical harm. I did a fairly superficial exam. There was some abrasion on the outer lips, cracked skin that was causing the bleeding. The inner lips and vaginal opening showed signs of irritation, appearing red and swollen. I only did an external examination. There were no bruises or evidence of tearing or distention of the vaginal opening.”
“No penetration?”
“Was she raped by an adult male? No, probably not. But…‘penetration’ can consist of many things.” Lindsey sighed again and added, “The reality is that a defense attorney could argue that all this was caused by ‘avid masturbation.’ And with no suspect…” Lindsey trailed off.
“But you think she’s being sexually abused?”
“Did you ever masturbate to the point that you abraded yourself?” Lindsey asked sarcastically. “I doubt Cissy did this to herself. And she is terrified of something.”
“Where does that leave us?”
“You probably won’t like this, but now that Barbara Selby’s aware, the molester may find Cissy a not very safe target and disappear into the woodwork. That’s the best of what’s likely to happen.”
“To go molest some other child.”
“Probably.”
Lindsey was right. I didn’t like it. “I have a hard time letting it go at that.”
“Believe it or not, so do I. Find out who it is and find the evidence that can stop him without destroying his victims.”
“Is that possible?” I asked sarcastically.
“Or drop it and get on with your life.”
“I can’t do that.”
“Well, call me if you need to talk,” Lindsey said.
“Yeah, thanks. Or if I find out anything,” I added, not wanting this to be a one-way street.
“That, too.”
Our food arrived, sushi for Lindsey, chicken teriyaki for me. For several minutes, we ate in silence.
Then Lindsey asked, “Will I see you Friday night?”
“Friday night?”
“The roast, toast, and crawfish boil for Karol Escapade in honor of the magic he’s done with benefits for PWAs, and for Nurse Claire for her work in early intervention. I know Cordelia’s going to be there since she sold me the tickets.”
“Uh…no. I’m not going to be there.”
“Oh,” Lindsey retreated, realizing she had stumbled into something. “Is Cordelia going by herself?”
“I don’t know,” I said shortly. I didn’t want to be reminded of Cordelia.
“Not something you want to talk about?” Lindsey probed.
“You got it.”
“An argument or a breakup?”
“You going to give me a bill for this?” I retorted.
“No, you’re not a client,” Lindsey mildly replied. “People’s deep, dark secrets always interest me. The words ‘I don’t want to talk about it’ always perk up my interest.”
“This isn’t a deep, dark secret. Cordelia and I are no longer seeing each other. There, is your interest sated?”
“Not quite, a few more gory details. You were only going together for a few months, weren’t you?”
“If that.”
“Quick breakup.”
“Some things aren’t meant to be.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Things happen. Time to move on.”
“If that’s how you feel.”
“It is. ‘Monogamy is a synonym for monotony.’”
“I’m a psychiatrist. Don’t protest too much. I’ll heap all sorts of Freudian symbolism into it.”
“Then I won’t protest at all. I’ll take the expedient exit and silently eat. That way you won’t have anything to analyze.”
And with that, we finished our dinner in silence. But it was a dense quiet, with a tension between Lindsey and myself.
As we paid our check, she broke it, “If I promise not to analyze, will you promise to call and let me know what’s going on?”
“Yeah, I’ll do that.”
“Okay. And, Micky? If it’s a brick wall, don’t bang your head against it.”
“I’ll try not to.”
“Will you help me to my car?” she asked as she slowly stood up.
“Of course.”
Lindsey took my arm, causing a few people to glance at us, at two women touching, which gave having her arm linked through mine more intimacy than it really had.
I held her umbrella over us as we left the safety of the awning and stepped into the rain. Lindsey found her keys and unlocked her car. Then she turned to me and put her arms around me. For a moment, she held me, then let go.
“Good night, Micky. I want to hear from you.” She got into her car.
“Good night, Lindsey.” I handed her the umbrella, then hurriedly dashed for my own car. By the time I got into it and had enough water out of my eyes to see, she was gone. Driving in the rain was distracting. But it wasn’t enough of a distraction to keep me from thinking about abused children.
Chapter 24
The sun was finally shining, although I wasn’t in much of a mood to appreciate it.
I again thought about calling O’Connor, but knew it wouldn’t be prudent to use my phone nor the height of wisdom to walk out of my building and use the phone on the corner. I also wanted at talk to Barbara. All the major items on today’s agenda were things that I would prefer to avoid. I kept busy until the only chores left to me were the truly repugnant instead of the merely odious.
By this time it was five thirty, and Barbara should be home from work. The sun was setting as I got there, the short days of winter approaching. I sat in my car for a moment or two trying to think of what I wanted to say, to ask. I looked up to see Barbara coming across the lawn. I got out of the car to meet her.
“Hi,” I said.
“Hello,” she answered, wary but not hostile. She didn’t appear surprised to see me.
“How’s Cissy?”
“She’s okay. She’s watching TV.” Barbara crossed her arms across her chest, a barricade to my concern. “I’d prefer you didn’t see her.”
“I don’t need to see her. I really just wanted to find out how she’s doing. See if there’s anything I can do. Maybe this weekend…”
Barbara didn’t say anything for a moment, her arms still held tightly across her chest. She looked away from me before she spoke. “I mean not see Cissy…for a while.”
“‘For a while’?” I stupidly echoed.
She still avoided looking at me. “I just think Cissy needs to be with her family for a while, that’s all.”
“A week? A month? Six months?” I took a step toward Barbara, but she took a step away.
For a moment Barbara’s eyes met mine, then she looked away. “I need to protect Cissy. I’ve seen some of the people you hang around with, men who wear dresses, women in motorcycle jackets. I don’t know them or what they—”
“They’re not child abusers,” I cut her off. “I didn’t think you would fall for those ugly—”
“Micky!” Barbara cried. “I can’t afford an experiment in liberalism. This is my daughter. My daughter has been hurt.”
“Pandering to ugly myths and stereotypes won’t help her,” I shot back.
“This is my daughter,” Barbara repeated fiercely. “I don’t care what I have to do to protect her. I can’t afford to be fair and just and open-minded. Not if she gets hurt.”
“You might hurt her even more,” I replied. “Because if the only place you look is at the queer part of town, you’ll miss the real child molesters. The teachers, the ministers, the nice neighbor, a relative, a boyfriend,” I added pointedly. “That’s where they really hide, behind their façade of normality and kindness.”
Barbara shook her head. “It doesn’t change my mind. Cissy sees no one but family.”
“What about your boyfriend, Ted?” I demanded. “Does he have a criminal record? Any idea? Or does protecting your daughter only extend to getting rid of queers?”
Barbara glared at me before saying, “I think you’d better leave.”
“If you really want to protect Cissy, you’re going to have to ask yourself a lot of difficult questions. You may like the answers even less. But it’s the only way—”
“I know all this,” Barbara cut me off. “I’ll do what I have to do.”
A car pulled into her driveway. A stocky man in his late forties got out. “Barb,” he called, “what’s going on?”
“It’s okay, Ted,” she answered. To me, she said quietly, “You’d better go now.”