I had forgotten I was wearing only underpants and a tee-shirt. The abrasion had started to scab over and I was hopeful that I would be able to wear pants the next day. I gave my leg another spritz of antiseptic.
“My bike went down. It was Dougal’s fault. But what about you? Have you been to the hospital? You look like you can hardly move.”
“I’m doing okay. I’ll have a few weeks’ vacation, I guess. Not too many men want to have sex with a woman who looks like this. And I’m not my usual nimble self right now, I have to say.”
“If you don’t mind me mentioning it, Rae, you seem a bit cavalier about what happened. Don’t you think it’s time you looked for another career? You could open that spa; maybe start small with nail care and facials.”
“This is an occupational hazard, Bliss. Something similar happened a few years ago, so now I’ve got a special fund set aside to keep me going until I heal. I’m careful to take a new customer only when he’s been recommended by a regular, but sometimes a wing nut slips through no matter how careful I am. Jerry is a friend of Ewan Quigley, and I thought he was okay. Like I said, it’s an occupational hazard.”
“But the spa …”
“I’m not quite ready for that yet. I need a few more pesos in the old bank account. But soon.”
Neither of us spoke for a few minutes. We drank our tea and I tried to think of something supportive and upbeat to say, but came up empty. Each of us had our eye on a personal prize. Only time would tell if either of our improbable dreams would materialize.
“So, are you staying with the Quigleys again tonight? I didn’t know you were friends with Sarah Quigley, too.” That was a back-handed way of asking if Sarah knew Ewan was boffing Rae.
“Well, they’re kind of rough, but they’ve been good neighbours. And, in case you’re wondering, Sarah knows Ewan is a customer. She’s cool with that. Saves her from having to do the dirty deed herself, I guess.”
I saw Sarah’s point, but eeewww.
“We just sat around and ate some cookies last night after Sarah fixed my cuts. That and a shot of Southern Comfort, and I slept like a baby in their spare bed. The only down side is that Sarah doesn’t wear clothes in the trailer.”
“She doesn’t wear clothes outside the trailer, either. What’s with that, anyway?”
“I’m not sure. Sarah has some mental problems, I think. Ewan doesn’t pay much attention to her, so maybe it’s her way of getting him to notice her.”
As a psychologist, Rae sucked, but I had no better explanation for Sarah’s penchant for nudity.
But, cookies and a shot of booze? Maybe I should try that to help me relax enough to sleep. There were no cookies here, but I did have that bottle of wine.
I asked Rae, “Who was that big guy who ripped off your door, the one with the snake belt buckle? He was plenty scary, even though he came to your rescue.”
“Oh, that’s Snake. He’s new around here. I think he helps Ewan with some business.”
“And what business is that?”
Rae looked at me through her swollen eyes. “I think Sarah and Ewan have a little … uh … produce company. Nothing big, but apparently they have a loyal client base in the area.”
“What about Snake?” Seriously, how ridiculous was that name. “What does he do for the Quigleys? Is he an enforcer or a distributor?”
“Don’t know and don’t want to know. I’m just glad he was around last night.”
“What happened to the guy who assaulted you?”
“Jerry? Hopefully he’s folded up in a shallow grave somewhere.”
At my expression, she added quickly, “Not really. I imagine Snake just laid a beating on him and let him go.”
I yawned, feeling more relaxed now that I had company.
“Well, listen, Bliss. I won’t keep you up. I just wanted to ask you something. You’ll probably say no, but I know how hard up you are right now so maybe you’ll consider it.”
I yawned again, almost dislocating my jaw. “What’s that, Rae? Anything I can do, you just name it. I could take your laundry and do it with mine at Dougal’s. Or I can fit some groceries in the bike.”
“No. Listen, would you take a few of my customers for me while I’m laid up? Just a couple of my better ones? No more than one or two a day. I’d make sure they weren’t kinky, and give you some pointers on what they like. You could fit them in between your other jobs. I wouldn’t ask you, but I don’t want to risk losing good clients.”
After opening and closing my mouth a few times, composing and rejecting several answers, such as, “I’ll do your laundry but absolutely will not do your customers” and “Yuck, yuck, a thousand yucks,” I finally replied, “Sorry Rae. I can’t do it. It’s not my thing, so, sorry.”
My future might include dying of starvation in a ditch, but it was better than turning tricks in Hemp Hollow. The horny pervs would have to go elsewhere for service.
She sighed and stood up. “That’s okay, Bliss. I understand.”
I stood on my stoop and watched as Rae painfully climbed the steps to her own trailer. Either Ewan or Snake had repaired Rae’s door. I shivered at the thought of either of those two creeps working so close to my place.
After locking myself in, I took a last peek through a slit in the curtains. Across the compound, a figure stood silhouetted against the Quigleys’ open door. The man, or woman, handed a large paper grocery bag over to Ewan, who unfolded the top and peered in. He nodded and stepped back, but before he closed the door on his visitor the light widened momentarily and I caught a quick glimpse. Slight build, short, slicked-back hair. I didn’t need to see the agate-black eyes.
Pan. What was Glory’s manservant doing here, on the wrong side of the tracks?
He had dropped something off. Rae had more or less confirmed that Ewan was dealing marijuana, but Pan wasn’t picking up a stash, he was delivering something. Could it be Glory’s pot in that bag?
I remembered the cannabis leaf stuck in Julian Barnfeather’s greasy hair. Was everybody in town involved with the stuff? Neil Redfern seemed to think so.
I scooped up all the overdue tax papers and shoved them back into the drawer, except for the final notice, which I folded and tucked into my purse along with the newspaper article. I didn’t know what I was going to do about the swamp, but I had only a few days to decide.
It seemed unlikely that Mike owned another section of wetland he was donating to the province. Was he waiting until Friday to buy my land back? He could probably get it for little more than taxes owing. But, in that case, wasn’t the article in today’s paper premature? If someone else bought the property first, Mike would be in big trouble. And with the Liberal nominations coming up fast …
During our conversation in the alley this afternoon, I had offered Andrea the swamp back and she hadn’t reacted. Was that legal training or ignorance?
In bed with my face resting against the bat, I felt a faint stirring of hope. Nothing concrete, but the beginnings of a plan. The Weasels were not going to make the giant leap to Parliament Hill by stepping on my neck. Not without a fight.
Maybe the universe wasn’t giving me the finger after all. Maybe I had been given a sign.
Chapter
FOURTEEN
Tuesday I got fired.
Allison Seymour, the town librarian, interrupted her vacation to come in and hand me a letter. The board regretted that, due to financial constraints, they were forced to cut back part-time staff.