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Rage, my inner fire. Yama speaks.
    You may take this advice, you may not. Santana is a very dangerous man. He might look for you, then we will see who has numbered days.
    Largo walks from the door Dallas led him through, shirt unbuttoned, face flushed red from sun and hot chicks. I wanted the cold to be here. The Chicago bitter chill in my hands, my hair, my heart. I turn to Yama and say.
    We'll see.
    These were my parting words to Yama. He barks something in Japanese but I ignore him. Largo and I travel back to the hotel to pick up our things. We know we have to come back to L.A. This is where my answers lie. By the time we reach Del Mar the sun has dipped into the ocean and the sky is a strange peach color. I feel wasted and want to sleep. I have a small wrap of speed in my holdall. I consider taking a dab then heading back to L.A. I ask.
    Larg, you want to head back tonight or tomorrow?
    I'm beat, let's stay in sleepy town one more night. Grab a drink at the bar. Yeah?
    Fine.
    My clothes and supplies were in Largo's room. I wanted to book a single for me for one night, then I could recover from the day. The heat. Yama. His bullshit.
    Check in was a small desk. A young Hispanic was behind. Blue tee and blue jeans.
    Single room. One night.
    Largo carried on upstairs to his room. The kid placed a card and a key on the desk top. I filled it in. All false. The kid took it and read the registration card. Looked at me then the card.
    He spoke, his accent strong.
    This your name?
    Do you want fucking money?
    A man cane here early today. He 'scribe a man like you.
    Kid looks back down to the card and continues.
    This not the nay he ask for. He says other nay.
    Did he leave a name so that I could get hold of him?
    No. He says nay, 'scribe you and you friend. I tell him you no stay here. He leave.
    What did this man look like?
    I place another $20 bill on the desk.
    The kid places a strangle hold on his own neck and says.
    Angel wings like this.
    GOOD COP BAD COP OLD COP
     
    Yama warned me. Yama also knew where I would be. Santana is on his team. Santana is safe while protected by Yama. Maybe Yama sent him to make this right.
    I laugh.
    I shave. Shower, take a leak with a weapon nearby. Largo will do the same. I dress. I put on a tee-shirt and jeans. Shoes without socks. Heat pours in through the window. It's carried on a breeze that tempers it a little. Sea air. A low white moon. Cloudless sky, black on black.
    I walk into the corridor. It's dimly lit. A few bulbs are dead or have been removed. The shadows within the hotel doorways are still. I remain still locking the door with the key with the large plastic fob, keeping my face and eyes on the doorways. I keep my eyes open and remain still. Movement gives clues to movement. I remain calm and still and motionless. I move. My steps are quick and take me to the stairwell. I enter and descend to the foyer.
    Largo is sat on a plastic chair out by the patio outside the foyer. Tourists pass on their way to diners. I tell Largo.
    Let's go.
    He climbs out of the chair slowly. I can tell by the way he places his hands against his knees and pushes himself upright that he is aging.
    We are both aware that this place could become dangerous. Quick. Santana is in town and looking for something. I am prepared. I am sure he will be too. Before I take his life I will find what he knows about my sister. And her death. Angled parking bays line the street. The street is busy. Red lights on cars blink and reverse as the drivers exchange parking spaces. A white Lincoln pulls into one of the slots 15 yards ahead of us. We walk closer.
    Largo glances at me I return the look. I am prepared.
    The door unclips. Detective Iverson emerges. The opposite door opens and the Old Cop unfolds from it.
    Iverson hitches his pants.
    Old Cop speaks.
    You ladies on a date.
    Something like that. I tell him.
    Well maybe we could make it a double date.
    My man here's a little shy.
    Largo giggles and waves his