– No you didnt.
Bang dug in his heels and shrugged off his uncles hand.
– Fuck your hand off me anyway. I do all the shit work! All of it! You, that fucking round-eye Gabe, you never pull your weight. Not that anyone could pull your weight.
– Nephew.
– No, fuck you! Fuck you and this shit job. I fucking quit! See how long that scrawny fucker lasts doing the heavy lifting for you. See how long he lasts when theres trouble. Fuck you and fuck your fucking wife who cant take a fucking phone message and.
Whoever else was meant to be fucked had their name deleted by Po Sins hand wrapping around his nephews throat and shoving him into the graffitied brick wall of the hotel.
Po Sin held him there. Bang turned red.
I took a couple steps.
– Po Sin.
He looked at me. Looked at his nephew. And let go.
Bang slumped, gagged and wheezed. Po Sin put a hand on his chest.
– Dingbang? I. Dingbang.
Bang knocked the hand away.
– Dont call me that!
He pushed from the wall and ran to the end of the alley.
– Gonna pay for touching me, man! No one touches Bang!
He took a step, stopped, and pointed at me.
– You too, shitbag, youre dead!
And he rounded the corner of the alley and was gone.
Po Sin stood there for a second, turned and walked toward me.
– Sorry. Hes my nephew. But. He.
– Hes a dick, Po Sin.
He pulled the end of his moustache.
– Well. Yes. Like father like son. Nothing like working with family to bring out the best in a man.
– Or to make him want to strangle them.
He smiled.
– Dont know about you, but some of my family, I dont need to be anywhere near them to want to strangle ‘em.
– I find it helps that my mom lives out of state.
– Never had a problem with my mother. My dad I could have throttled a couple times.
– My dad spends all his time in a bar out in Santa Monica. That far west, may as well be another state. Hes safe from me.
– Yeah, distance makes the heart grow fonder.
– I didnt say that.
He started for the service entrance.
– My mother and father are both permanently out of reach. And my brother. Well. Were out of touch. Last thing I need at this point is less family.
He stopped and stared at the end of the alley where Bang had disappeared.
I bent and picked up a shitbag and tossed it in the bin.
– He was asking for it, Po Sin.
He kept looking down the alley.
– Hes a boy Im a man.
He turned his head to me.
– A man should be able to retain his composure.
I looked at the shit at my feet.
He made for the entrance.
– Its about lunch. Finish up with that and well go grab a bite.
– Where?
He waved a hand over his shoulder.
– Doesnt matter. With a job like this, wherever we eat its gonna taste like shit.
I watched him go inside. I massaged my finger and rotated my wrist and swung my arm around, making sure it all worked. Then I started. Putting more shit in the bin.
He was right about lunch.
What with the smell of well-marinated crap in our hair and on our clothes and up our noses and down our throats, lunch didnt have much appeal for me. Not so, for the more experienced hands. I watched Po Sin tear into his third cheeseburger, and Gabe scrape the last of his chili from the bottom of the bowl.
Po Sin washed down a bite of burger with chocolate milkshake.
– Different things bother different people.
I picked up one of my fries and took a bite of it. It still tasted like shit.
– So youre saying I shouldnt be disturbed by the fact that having my nasal passages smelling like dung ruins my appetite? What relief. I was worried it was me, I was worried I might be some kind of deviant not wanting to eat when all I can smell is ass butter. What a load off, knowing that Im not alone and everyone has their own problems.
Po Sin wiped his mouth.
– Thought thatd make you feel better.
I dropped the fry and pushed the unfinished bulk of my meal to the middle of the table.
– So what bothers you?
Po Sin grabbed some of my fries and shoved them in his mouth.
– Me? Nothing.
Gabe rubbed his nose.
– Nothing but kids.
Po Sin looked at me.
– Kids are hard. No one likes kids.
I looked away from Po Sin, watched some teenagers at the Fatburger counter shove each other around, laughing, and chose to ignore whatever the fuck point he was trying to make.
– I like kids. Kids are OK.
Gabe drained the last of his ice tea.
– Dead kids. No one likes dead kids.
Po Sin threw me another look, I refused to catch it, and he ate another fry.
– On a trauma job. When its a kid. Thats rough.
Gabe leaned back, the table warped in the lenses of the sunglasses he hadnt taken off since coming out of the hotel.
– Doesnt really count anyway. Kids bother everyone. None of the other stuff bothers you.
Po Sin shrugged.
– Do the job long enough, you see it all.
He dipped his head at Gabe.
– Gabe cant stand the smell of mold.
– Mildew.
– Right, mildew. Water damage. Doesnt like it.
I looked at Gabe.
– Mildew?
He didnt look at me.
– Yeah.
– Rancid mounds of feces are cool, but mildew freaks you out.
He scratched a scar that ran down the top of his left forearm.
– I dont like it much. Thats all.
Po Sins phone rang. He looked at it and answered.
– Clean Team. Uh-huh.
He felt his back pocket, found a notepad, and reached behind his ear for his stub of pencil.
– Sorry to hear that. Uh-huh. Im sorry. Yes. Yes we do. Uh-huh. Well, were on a job right now, but we could be there tonight. Or tomorrow morning. Uh-huh. Im sorry to hear that. Yes it is. Yes it is. Ill. Yes. Well, Id like to ask a few questions if I may. Well, it gives us an idea of whats involved. How many of us might be needed and such. Uh-huh. Well, most important is, have the police and the coroner released the scene? Good. OK. And can you tell me what room it happened in?
I watched him write bedroom on the notepad.
– Sure. And if I may, can I ask how? Right. I know.
Gunshot.
– And if I may, the type of weapon?
Handgun.
– Do you happen to know the caliber of the weapon?
9mm.
– I know. I know.
He took the phone from his ear and rolled his neck around. I could hear crying, cut off as he put it back at his ear.
– Can you tell me if any doors or windows were open? Can you tell me how many?
2 doors.
– Uh-huh. No. Well, its pretty much impossible to give an estimate on the phone. Sure. What well do is, well come out, tonight or in the morning, whichever you prefer, and well take a look and well do an assessment and well tell you just how much time it will take and how much it will cost. No, free of charge, we do that free of charge.
He talked a little more, wrote down an address in Malibu and a phone number, and hung up and dropped the phone in his pocket. He picked up the last of his cheeseburger and put it in his mouth.
– Nine millimeter in the mouth. Gonna be an earner, that one.
Gabe nodded.
– The bigger the gun, the bigger the mess.
I knew that already. That bit of wisdom about guns and the messes that they make.
TILL HIS NEIGHBORS SMELLED HIM
After lunch we brought the last of the boxes down to the bin, followed by the few pieces of spavined furniture. With the floor cleared throughout, the one-bedroom apartment didnt look half big enough to have contained all that we had hauled out of it, and the stench seemed worse than ever.