Mike Jastrzebski - Key Lime Blues
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Mike Jastrzebski
Key Lime Blues
Chapter 1
When I worked for my mother, Prozac was my drug of choice. Since moving to Key West Ive discovered a slice of key lime pie works just as well. The night I found out Nick Hastings had been murdered less than two miles from where I was tending bar, I ate a whole damn pie.
Dirty Alvins is the kind of bar where you can get a burger at a reasonable price along with a frosty mug of beer and a slice of the best key lime pie on the island. They cater to a diverse crowd and the dozen tables manage to stay full about half of the time. The bar has eight stools squeezed into enough space for six, but its where most of the customers gather two or three deep to tell their stories and bemoan their days.
Customers were scarce that Thursday night and we were closing a little early. There were three of us working and I was cleaning up behind the bar. Tanya, the owner, was in the back room counting the till. When Tanyas father, the original Dirty Alvin, died, she took over. I knew something about working for a family business and I suspected she had mixed feelings about running the place.
I took a moment to watch while Marissa, the waitress, struggled to slip into her leathers. She was a small blond with a tiny waist and large store-bought breasts, and male and female customers alike often took the time to stare at her. Outside, her girlfriend Christy was showing her impatience by revving up her Harley, which is why I didnt hear the front door open.
When I looked up, a tall thin woman was standing in front of me. I jumped and a frown broke the deadpan look that was fixed on her pitted face. Whats the problem? she asked, as if she was used to having people jump at the sight of her.
Maybe she was, I thought. I shook my head. Nothing. I didnt know you were standing there. I threw the towel Id been using into the sink and met her gaze without flinching. Were closed.
Thats good for both of us. She set one of the biggest purses Id ever seen onto the counter and slid onto the barstool across from me.
Now it was my turn to frown. I thought I said we were closed.
Apparently the lady was deaf because she ignored me, opened her purse, and began rummaging around. At one point I swear her entire arm was lost in the void. When she finally finished digging into the abyss she pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a Bic lighter. She set them down and when I started to protest she interrupted me. Yeah, yeah, I know. Youre closed. She reached back into the bag and this time she drew out a badge and tossed it onto the bar. You Wes Darling? she asked.
I didnt pay much attention to the badge. Id seen them before. Instead I asked, Did I serve a minor or something, officer?
She took the time to light a cigarette and drop the pack back into her purse before answering. Its not officer-its Detective Davies. Im afraid this is a little more serious, Wes.
I retrieved an ashtray and set it in front of her, then reached over into the cooler and took out a Miller Light for myself. I took a swig before asking, You want one, Detective?
Davies shook her head. Im working. I wouldnt mind a diet Coke though.
I grabbed a glass, turned my back to the cop, and filled it from the fountain. So what did I do to warrant a visit from the Key West gendarmes? I asked, pushing the Coke across the bar.
Davies wore a gray skirt with a matching jacket that needed a good ironing, and when she accepted the glass I noticed she didnt wear a wedding ring. She took a slow, deliberate sip of her drink, and then took a business card from her jacket pocket. She placed the card on the counter and pushed it toward me, careful to avoid the water ring from her glass. Recognize this? Davies asked.
It was creased and had a stain in the middle faintly resembling a four-leaf clover. I picked it up and was surprised to see my name on it. It used to be one of mine, I said.
Used to be? She reached out a thin, tapered finger and flicked the edge of the card with her nail. It says youre Vice-President of DDA Security and that you specialize in discreet investigations. She tapped the card one more time, snatched it from my fingers, and held it in front of her eyes as if she were studying it.
She squinted at the fine print on the bottom of the card and added, It also says here youre a security expert. Pretty pretentious of you, dont you think? How does anybody become an expert at anything at your age? Youre what, thirty years old? And whats this shit about being founded in 1876?
Its true. A flicker of pride rushed through me, as it always did when I spoke about the history of the agency. My great-great-great-grandfather was a Pinkerton detective, a Wells Fargo shotgun driver, and he even knew Wyatt Earp and Doc Holliday. When he was forty-five he moved to Detroit and started the firm. Back then it was called The Darling Detective Agency.
Thanks for the history lesson. Davies stubbed out her cigarette and set the card face down on the counter. Written in my mothers precise handwriting was the name Dirty Alvins, and the address to the bar.
The detective picked up the card and slipped it back into her pocket, and then leaned toward me. What I really want to know, Wes, is are you in Key West working a case? Is the bartending gig some kind of a cover? I dont understand how someone goes from being VP of a big firm to tending bar in Key West.
Oh, come on, Detective. People have been coming down here to escape for as long as my family has been in the detective business. Lets just say I left the business six months ago for personal reasons. I dont have a clue where that card came from-or why youre standing here keeping me from closing up. I finished my beer in two gulps and set the bottle onto the counter hard enough to emphasize my irritation.
All right, she said. Then explain to me how your business card ended up in the pocket of a body we discovered out at Smathers Beach early this morning. Murders bad for the tourist trade, and makes the city fathers nervous.
Me too, I thought. I reached beneath the counter for the bottle of antacid tablets I kept there and popped four of them into my mouth. Id left the agency for a reason. Because my family had been in the detective business for well over a hundred years, my mother expected me to take over some day. The trouble was I never felt comfortable dealing with the deceit, the dead bodies, and the cops. It only took one screw-up on my part to convince me to quit. Still, the business was in my blood, and Davies had managed to spark my curiosity.
This body got a name? I asked.
Davies turned her head slightly, watching me like a wild animal getting ready to pounce. The guy had your card on him, she said. I was hoping you could tell me his name.
Look, Davies, I said. Im not a psychic. Why dont you tell me what youve got, and Ill help if I can. Ive got nothing to hide.
Davies sat there for a few seconds, then took a small notebook from her purse and laid it in front of me. There was a drivers license on the body, along with your card, and this.
I recognized the notebook and my hand began to tremble when I picked it up and flipped it open. On the front page hed written: stop and see Wes. Now I knew why Davies wanted to talk to me.
My mouth went dry and I had to work up a little spit before I could get the words out. Nick Hastings?
Davies nodded. You know him?
He worked for our agency.
So you are a P.I.?
I barely heard the question. Not only had Nick been my mentor when I started in the business, but for over twenty years hed been involved in an on-again, off-again relationship with my mother. I wasnt looking forward to being the one to break the news to her.
You all right? I thought I detected a touch of sympathy in her voice, but when I looked up her eyes were cold and unwavering.
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