بخش 02 - فصل 02

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On his last circuit of the day, he cruises by the house on Teaberry Lane where Jerome Robinson, Hodges’s hired boy, lives with his mother, father, and kid sister. Jerome Robinson also bugs Brady. Robinson is good-looking, he works for the ex-cop, and he goes out every weekend with different girls. All of the girls are pretty. Some are even

white. That’s wrong. It’s against nature. “Hey!” Robinson cries. “Mr. Ice Cream Man! Wait up!” He sprints lightly across his lawn with his dog, a big Irish setter, running at his heels. Behind them comes the kid sister, who is about nine. “Get me a chocolate, Jerry!” she cries. “Pleeeease?”

He even has a white kid’s name. Jerome. Jerry. It’s offensive. Why can’t he be Traymore? Or Devon? Or Leroy? Why can’t he be fucking Kunta Kinte? Jerome’s feet are sockless in his moccasins, his ankles still green from cutting the ex-cop’s lawn. He’s got a big smile on his undeniably handsome face, and when he flashes it at his

weekend dates, Brady just bets those girls drop their pants and hold out their arms. Come on in, Jerry. Brady himself has never been with a girl. “How you doin, man?” Jerome asks. Brady, who has left the wheel and now stands at the service window, grins. “I’m fine. It’s almost quitting time,

and that always makes me fine.” “You have any chocolate left? The Little Mermaid there wants some.” Brady gives him a thumbsup, still grinning. It’s pretty much the same grin he was wearing under the clown mask when he tore into the crowd of sad-sack job-seekers at City Center with the accelerator

pedal pushed to the mat. “It’s a big ten-four on the chocolate, my friend.” The little sister arrives, eyes sparkling, braids bouncing. “Don’t you call me Little Mermaid, Jere, I hate that!” She’s nine or so, and also has a ridiculously white name: Barbara. Brady finds the idea of a black child named Barbara so surreal it’s not even

offensive. The only one in the family with a nigger name is the dog, standing on his hind legs with his paws planted on the side of the truck and his tail wagging. “Down, Odell!” Jerome says, and the dog sits, panting and looking cheerful. “What about you?” Brady asks Jerome. “Something for you?”

“A vanilla soft-serve, please.” Vanilla’s what you’d like to be, Brady thinks, and gets them their orders. He likes to keep an eye on Jerome, he likes to know about Jerome, because these days Jerome seems to be the only person who spends any time with the Det-Ret, and in the last two months Brady has

observed them together enough to see that Hodges treats the kid as a friend as well as a part-time employee. Brady has never had friends himself, friends are dangerous, but he knows what they are: sops to the ego. Emotional safety nets. When you’re feeling bad, who do you turn to? Your friends, of course, and your friends say stuff like aw gee and cheer up

and we’re with you and let’s go out for a drink. Jerome is only seventeen, not yet old enough to go out with Hodges for a drink (unless it’s soda), but he can always say cheer up and I’m with you. So he bears watching. Mrs. Trelawney didn’t have any friends. No husband, either. Just her old sick mommy. Which made her easy meat, especially after the cops

started working her over. Why, they had done half of Brady’s work for him. The rest he did for himself, pretty much right under the scrawny bitch’s nose. “Here you go,” Brady says, handing Jerome ice cream treats he wishes were spiked with arsenic. Or maybe warfarin. Load them up with that and they’d bleed out from

their eyes and ears and mouths. Not to mention their assholes. He imagines all the kids on the West Side dropping their packs and their precious cell phones while the blood poured from every orifice. What a disaster movie that would make! Jerome gives him a ten, and along with his change, Brady

hands back a dog biscuit. “For Odell,” he says. “Thanks, mister!” Barbara says, and licks her chocolate cone. “This is good!” “Enjoy it, honey.” He drives the Mr. Tastey truck, and he frequently drives a Cyber Patrol VW on outcalls, but his real job this summer is Detective K. William Hodges (Ret.). And

making sure Detective Hodges (Ret.) uses that gun. Brady heads back toward Loeb’s Ice Cream Factory to turn in his truck and change into his street clothes. He keeps to the speed limit the whole way. Always safe, never sorry.