"Good. 'Cause you promised me a lot of fun, didn't you?"
"Show you a real good time," she said, and nodded.
Across the room, Annie was in conversation with the frizzied brunette who'd earlier partnered with Sheryl. The place was beginning to thin out a bit. There'd be a new shift coming in, Eileen guessed, the morning people, the denizens of the empty hours. He'd paid for twenty minutes of her time, but he'd dumped Sheryl without a backward glance, and she couldn't risk losing him to any of the other girls here. Twenty minutes unless he laid another bill on the bar. Twenty minutes to get him outside on the street, where he'd moved on the other three women. Show him a real good time, all right. Punish him for what he'd done. Make him pay for the three women he'd killed. Make him pay, too, for what a man named Arthur Haines had done to her face… and her body… and her spirit.
"So where are all the jokes?" she asked.
"Jokes?"
"Sheryl said you're full of jokes."
"No, Sheryl didn't say that."
"I thought she said…"
"I'm sure she didn't."
A mistake? No. Back off a bit, anyway.
"She said she'd settle for ten bucks, sit here with you, let you tell her some more jokes…"
"Oh. Yeah."
"So let me hear one."
"I'd rather talk about you right now."
"Sure," Eileen said.
" 'Cause I find that fun, you know. Learning about other people, finding out what makes them tick."
"You sound like a shrink," she said.
"Well, my father's a shrink."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Practices in L.A. Lots of customers out there. You know what L.A. stands for?"
"What?"
"Lunatic Asylum."
"I've never been there, so I wouldn't…"
"Take my word for it. Every variety of nut in the—do you know the one about the guy who goes into a nut shop?"
"No."
"He stutters badly, he says to the clerk, 'I'd I-I-like to b-b-buy a p-p-pound of n-n-nuts.' The clerk says, 'Yes, sir, we have some very nice Brazil nuts at three dollars a pound.' The guy says, 'N-n-no, that's t-t-too high.' So the clerk says, 'I've also got some nice almonds at two dollars a pound.' The guy says, 'N-n-no, that's t-t-too high, t-t-too.' So the clerk says, 'I've got some peanuts at a dollar a pound,' and the guys says, 'F-f-fine.' The clerk weighs out the peanuts, puts them in a bag, and the guy pays for them. The guy says, 'Th-thank you, and I also w-w-want to th-thank you for n-n-not m-m-mentioning m-m-my im-p-p-pedi-ment.' The clerk says, 'That's quite all right, sir, and I want to thank you for not mentioning my deformity.' The guy says, 'Wh-what d-d-deformity?' The clerk says, 'Well, I have a very large nose.' The guy says, 'Oh, is that your n-n-nose? Your n-n-nuts are so high, I th-thought it was your p-p-pecker.'"
Eileen burst out laughing.
The laughter was genuine.
For the briefest tick of time she forgot that she was sitting here at the bar with a man she felt reasonably certain had killed three women and would do his best to kill her as well if she gave him the slightest opportunity.
The laughter surprised her.
She had not laughed this heartily in a long time. She had not laughed since the night Arthur Haines slashed her cheek and forced himself upon her.
She could not stop laughing.
She wondered all at once if the laughter was merely a release of nervous tension.
But she kept laughing.
Tears were rolling down her cheeks.
She reached into her bag for a tissue, felt under the silk scarf, touched the butt of the .44, and suddenly the laughter stopped.
Dabbing at her eyes, she said, "That was very funny."
"I'm going to enjoy you," he said, smiling, looking into her eyes. "You're going to be a good one."
CHAPTER 11
Alice was telling him that a lot of men got turned on by midgets, did he realize that?
Parker realized it. She was a perfect little doll, blonde hair and blue eyes, beautifully formed breasts and well-shaped legs. She was wearing a green dress that hugged the womanly curves of her body, legs crossed, one foot jiggling in a high-heeled green slipper.
He said, "I read a lot of these men's magazines, you know…"
"Uh-huh," she said, nodding encouragement. Drink in her right hand, cigarette in her left.
"And there's all sorts' of letters from men who get turned on by all sorts of women."
"Uh-huh."
"Like, for example, there are many men who are sexually attracted to women with back problems."
"Back problems?" Alice said.
"Yes. Women who wear braces."
"I see," she said.
"And there are men who enjoy one-armed women."
"Uh-huh."
"Or even double amputees."
"Uh-huh."
"Or women who are color blind."
"Color blind, right."
"But I've never seen any letters from men who find midgets sexually attractive. I wonder why. I mean, I find you very attractive, Alice."
"Well, thank you," she said. "But that's what I was saying. A lot of men get turned on by midgets."
"I can understand that."
"It's what's called the Snow White Syndrome."
"Is that what it's called?"
"Yes, because she was living with those seven dwarfs, you know."
"That's right, I never thought of that. I mean, if you look at it that way, it could be a dirty story, couldn't it?"
"Well, sure. Not that dwarfs are midgets."
"No, no. They aren't?"
"No. Midgets are perfectly proportioned little people."
"You certainly are perfectly proportioned, Alice."
"Well, thank you. But my point is, with so many men being attracted to female midgets…"
"Uh-huh."
"You think you'd see midgets in ads and all."
"I never thought of it that way."
"I mean, wouldn't you like to see me modeling lingerie, for example?"
"Oh, I would."
"But instead, if you're a midget, you have to join a circus."
"I never thought of it that way," he said again.
"Have you ever seen a midget working as a clerk in a department store?"
"Never," he said.
"Do you know why?"
"Because you can't see over the counter?"
"Well, that's one reason, of course. But the main reason is there's a lingering prejudice against little people."
"I'll bet there is."
"Short has become a dirty word," Alice said. "Have you ever seen a short movie star?"
"Well, Al Pacino is short."
"On my block, Al Pacino is a giant," she said, and giggled.
Parker loved the way she giggled.
"Have you ever seen a movie where there are midgets making love?" she asked.
"Never."
"We do make love, you know."
"Oh, I'll bet."
"Have you ever seen a midget fireman? Or a midget cop?"
He had not yet told her he was a cop. He wondered if he should tell her he was a cop.
"Well, they changed the requirements, you know," he said.
"What requirements?"
"The height requirements. It used to be five-eight."
"So what is it now?"
"You can be any height. I know cops you can fit them in your vest pocket."
"You mean a midget can become a cop?"
"Well, I don't know about midgets. But I guess…"
"Because I can shoot a gun as good as anybody else, you know. I used to do an Annie Oakley act in the circus. Little Annie Oakley, they called me. That was before I got to be Tiny Alice."
"You are tiny," he said. "That's one of the things I find very sexually attractive about you."
"Well, thank you. But what I'm asking, if I applied to the police department… to become a woman cop, you know… would they accept me? Or would they think short? Do you see what I mean?"