Bill Pronzini - Betrayers

TAMARA

The tests came back negative.

He hadnt given her AIDS or any other STD.

Her first reaction was relief, naturally, big relief. The way Vonda and Ben had talked about Lucas Zeller, Tamara had started picturing him as a walking germ factory capable of infecting the whole damn city. Scared, all right. More scared than shed ever been in her life during that endless two-week wait for the test results.

When the relief wore off, she got mad all over again. At herself to begin with, for having unprotected sex with a virtual stranger. Only once out of the six times theyd got it on, but once was one too many. Stupid. As stupid as you could get in a city like San Francisco, where STDs were rampant, where thousands had suffered and died in the AIDS scourge.

No mystery about why shed rolled over so quick and easy for somebody she hardly knew. Almost a year since Horace had deserted her, almost a year since shed last gotten laid, and Lucas had seemed all right, intelligent, cool, nice quiet eyes, gentle way about him, and he hadnt come on strong when they met at Vonda and Bens wedding reception or when he called her up the next week. She was the one who practically dragged him into her bed that first night. Lord, shed been horny but that was no excuse. She shouldve known better. She did know better. Fool!

Then she started thinking about the phone conversation shed had with him, the day after Vonda told her he was part of one of those secret little fraternities of black men, most of them married, who got together now and then to drink, maybe smoke some weed, and have casual sex with one another. Closet bisexuals who refused to admit they had a gay side. If the AIDS scare hadnt been enough to bust up her brief relationship with Lucas, him being on the down low wouldve done it. That and the phone conversation. Thinking about it made her even madder. At him again, this time.

The only phone number she had for him belonged to his creepy mother, Alisha if she was his mother. And he hadnt given it to her; shed gotten it from the redial on her home phone, after he used it to check in with Mama the second night she slept with him. So shed called up, mad and scared, and hed been there, and shed slammed into him, hard. Didnt faze him a bit. He came back at her all cool and offhand and slick as grease.

You shouldnt jump to conclusions, Tamara. None of its true.

Oh, so youre not on the down low.

Of course not. Even if I was, dont you think Id be very careful, take precautions?

I dont know. I dont know you, man.

Rest easy. I had myself tested not long ago, but not for that reason. Im sexually active and mistakes happen. You ought to know that. Youre the one who was ready and eager to do it that once without a condom.

You wanted it as bad as I did.

Come on, now. Lighten up, quit worrying. Everythings cool.

Yeah, sure. James swears you tried to get him into a switch-hitters club.

Wrong. A sports fan club, thats all.

He says different. He says you came on to him.

Hes either mistaken or lying.

Why would he lie?

I dont know. Grudge thing, maybe. He didnt like it that I went to his sisters wedding reception. Claimed he didnt invite me, but thats a lie, too.

Vondas ex-gangbanger brother James was a lot of things, including a racist, but he wasnt a liar. And the only grudges hed ever held were against other gangbangers and white folks.

I dont believe you, Lucas, Tamara said.

Thats too bad.

Yeah, too bad for both of us if my test comes back positive.

It wont.

It better not. Or Ill damn quick report you to the Department of Health.

So I guess this means you dont want to see me anymore. Real casual, as if hed said it through a yawn.

You better believe it. Sex was all we had, and no way I let you dip your dumbstick in me again.

His creepy mother was listening. Tamara heard Mama say something in her deep, scratchy old voice but couldnt make out the words.

Oh, hell, he said, I know it. You were right as usual.

Talking to Mama. Then, to Tamara, Howd you get this number?

What? What do you care how I got it? I run a detective agency, remember?

Oh, I remember. My bad. I shouldnt have taken the chance with you.

What the hell does that mean?

Good-bye, Tamara, he said. And he banged the receiver in her ear before she could do the same to him.

Made her skin burn hot, remembering.

When she told Vonda about the test results, she got the advice she expected: let it end right there. Good advice, too-for most women. You dodge a bullet, the smart thing is to chalk it up to experience and get on with your life. Only she wasnt made that way. Hed used her, scared her, made her feel bad about herself just when shed been starting to get her stuff together again; she was entitled to one last shot at him.

She called Mamas number again, and this time it was no longer in service. That didnt stop her. She knew where Lucas worked and she had his home address, or thought she did, because back when they first hooked up shed run a superficial background check on him, out of curiosity and because hed said some things that made her wonder if maybe it wasnt his mother he lived with but a wife. Tamara probably wouldnt have done it if their relationship had been the kind that might turn serious, the kind built on caring and trust, but theyd both made it plain from the get-go that their only interest in each other was what went on between the sheets.

The b.g. check had reassured her then. Lucas Zeller had a clean record. Squeaky clean, in fact. Thirty-four, unmarried, worked as a salesman for an electronics company in the East Bay, lived here in the city, had never been arrested or in trouble of any kind. The only mark against him, or so shed thought then, was that he was a mamas boy.

So if she couldnt get him on the phone, then shed confront him in person. Company he worked for was Dale Electronics in El Cerrito. Hed told her he spent a lot of his time on the road, but he happened to be in his office the day she went over there. She expected to have some trouble getting in to see him, but that didnt happen. She just walked right in.

Yeah. Like walking into a wall.

Shed never seen the man at the desk before.

Different guy. The real Lucas Zeller.

Superficial resemblance, nothing more. Dark skinned, where her man had been light skinned and claimed to have white blood-a fudge swirl. Round head instead of blocky, straight nose instead of hooked, all his hair instead of a receding hairline, and a smaller, neater mustache.

He looked at her business card, looked at her, flashed a thin, hopeful smile, and said, Are you here about the theft?

Theft?

My wallet and briefcase. A month ago.

That put an end to her surprise. Tight-mouthed, she asked him where the theft had happened.

Bertolinis, in the city. Thats not why youre here?

Not exactly.

Damn. I keep hoping at least the briefcase will turn up. I had some important papers in there.

You see who took it?

No. I was there for drinks after work with some business associates they didnt see anything, either. Must have happened while I was in the bathroom. I didnt even miss it until we were ready to leave. Heavy sigh. I shouldve watched it more carefully. My wallet was in there, too. He added ruefully, I thought itd be safer than in my coat pocket.

Lose much money?

There wasnt much in the wallet. But the thief made two ATM withdrawals from my checking account before I could close it. Six hundred dollars. He sighed again. I had my PIN number in the wallet, too, because I keep forgetting it.

Credit card charges?

No, thank God. I got them all canceled in time.

Tamara gave him a detailed description of the phony Lucas. You know that man, Mr. Zeller?