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Walter Mosley - Cinnamon Kiss

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Its the Summer of Love, but anxiety, not libido, is at the forefront of Easy Rawlinss thoughts. His daughter, Feather, has contracted a rare blood disease; to save her life, Easy must come up with $35,000 lickety-split. Predictably, his Watts pal Mouse has a surefire money-making plan that involves armed robbery. Rejecting that risky option, Easy tries his luck instead with a missing-persons job involving an eccentric lawyer and an alluring woman named Cinnamon Cargill. Indelible atmosphere; memorable characters; realistic suspense. It is the Summer of Love and Easy Rawlins is contemplating robbing an armored car. Its farther outside the law than Easy has ever traveled, but his daughter, Feather, needs a medical treatment that costs far more than Easy can earn or borrow in time. And his friend Mouse tells him its a cinch. Then another friend, Saul Lynx, offers a job that might solve Easys problem without jail time. He has to track the disappearance of an eccentric, prominent attorney. His assistant of sorts, the beautiful Cinnamon Cargill, is gone as well. Easy can tell there is much more than he is being told-Robert Lee, his new employer, is as suspect as the man who disappeared. But his need overcomes all concerns, and he plunges into unfamiliar territory, from the newfound hippie enclaves to a vicious plot that stretches back to the battlefields of Europe.

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Walter Mosley

Cinnamon Kiss

For Ossie Davis,

our shining king

1

So its real simple, Mouse was saying. When he grinned the diamond set in his front tooth sparkled in the gloom.

Cox Bar was always dark, even on a sunny April afternoon. The dim light and empty chairs made it a perfect place for our kind of business.

...We just be there at about four-thirty in the mornin an wait, Mouse continued. When the mothahfuckahs show up you put a pistol to the back of the neck of the one come in last. He the one wit the shotgun. Tell im to drop it

What if he gets brave? I asked.

He wont.

What if he flinches and the gun goes off?

It wont.

How the fuck you know that, Raymond? I asked my lifelong friend. How do you know what a finger in Palestine, Texas, gonna do three weeks from now?

You boys need sumpin for your tongues? Ginny Wright asked. There was a leer in the bar owners voice.

It was a surprise to see such a large woman appear out of the darkness of the empty saloon.

Ginny was dark-skinned, wearing a wig of gold-colored hair. Not blond, gold like the metal.

She was asking if we needed something to drink but Ginny could make a sexual innuendo out of garlic salt if she was talking to men.

Coke, I said softly, wondering if she had overheard Mouses plan.

An rye whiskey in a frozen glass for Mr. Alexander, Ginny added, knowing her best customers usual. She kept five squat liquor glasses in her freezer at all times ready for his pleasure.

Thanks, Gin, Mouse said, letting his one-carat filling ignite for her.

Maybe we should talk about this someplace else, I suggested as Ginny moved off to fix our drinks.

Shit, he uttered. This my office jes like the one you got on Central, Easy. You aint got to worry bout Ginny. She dont hear nuttin an she dont say nuttin.

Ginny Wright was past sixty. When she was a young woman shed been a prostitute in Houston. Raymond and I both knew her back then. She had a soft spot for the younger Mouse all those years. Now he was her closest friend. You got the feeling, when she looked at him, that she wanted more. But Ginny satisfied herself by making room in her nest for Raymond to do his business.

On this afternoon shed put up her special sign on the front door: CLOSED FOR A PRIVATE FUNCTION. That sign would stay up until my soul was sold for a bagful of stolen money.

Ginny brought our drinks and then went back to the high table that she used as a bar.

Mouse was still grinning. His light skin and gray eyes made him appear wraithlike in the darkness.

Dont worry, Ease, he said. We got this suckah flat-footed an blind.

All Im sayin is that you dont know how a man holding a shotguns gonna react when you sneak up behind him and put a cold gun barrel to his neck.

To begin wit, Mouse said, Rayford will not have any buckshot in his shooter that day an the ony thing he gonna be thinkin bout is you comin up behind him. Cause he know that the minute you get the drop on im that Jack Minor, his partner, gonna swivel t see whats what. An jest when he do that, Ima bop old Jackie good an then you an me got some heavy totin to do. They gonna have a two hunnert fity thousand minimum in that armored car half of it ours.

You might think its all good and well that you know these guys names, I said, raising my voice more than I wanted. But if you know them then they know you.

They dont know me, Easy, Mouse said. He looped his arm around the back of his chair. An even if they did, they dont know you.

You know me.

That took the smug smile off of Raymonds lips. He leaned forward and clasped his hands. Many men who knew my murderous friend would have quailed at that gesture. But I wasnt afraid. Its not that Im such a courageous man that I cant know fear in the face of certain death. And Raymond Mouse Alexander was certainly death personified. But right then I had problems that went far beyond me and my mortality.

I aint sayin that youd turn me in, Ray, I said. But the cops know we run together. If I go down to Texas and rob this armored car with you an Rayford sings, then they gonna know to come after me. Thats all Im sayin.

I remember his eyebrows rising, maybe a quarter of an inch. When youre facing that kind of peril you notice small gestures. I had seen Raymond in action. He could kill a man and then go take a catnap without the slightest concern.

The eyebrows meant that his feelings were assuaged, that he wouldnt have to lose his temper.

Rayford never met me, he said, sitting back again. He dont know my name or where Im from or where Ill be goin after takin the money.

And so why he trust you? I asked, noticing that I was talking the way I did when I was a young tough in Fifth Ward, Houston, Texas. Maybe in my heart I felt that the bravado would see me through.

Remembah when I was in the can ovah that manslaughter thing? he asked.

Hed spent five years in maximum security.

That was hard time, man, he said. You know I never wanna be back there again. I mean the cops would have to kill me before I go back there. But even though it was bad some good come out of it.

Mouse slugged back the triple shot of chilled rye and held up his glass. I could hear Ginny hustling about for his next free drink.

You know I found out about a very special group when I was up in there. It was what you call a syndicate.

You mean like the Mafia? I asked.

Naw, man. Thats just a club. This here is straight business. Theres a brother in Chicago that has men goin around the country scopin out possibilities. Banks, armored cars, private poker games anything thats got to do wit large amounts of cash, two hunnert fity thousand or more. This dude sends his boys in to make the contacts and then he give the job to somebody he could trust. Mouse smiled again. It was said that that diamond was given to him by a rich white movie star that he helped out of a jam.

Here you go, baby, Ginny said, placing his frosty glass on the pitted round table between us. You need anything else, Easy?

No thanks, I said and she moved away. Her footfalls were silent. All you could hear was the rustle of her black cotton trousers.

So this guy knows you? I asked.

Easy, Mouse said in an exasperated whine. You the one come to me an said that you might need up t fity thousand, right? Well here it is, probly more. After I lay out Jack Minor, Rayford gonna let you hit him in the head. We take the money an thats that. I give you your share that very afternoon.

My tongue went dry at that moment. I drank the entire glass of cola in one swig but it didnt touch that dryness. I took an ice cube into my mouth but it was like I was licking it with a leather strip instead of living flesh.

How does Rayford get paid? I asked, the words warbling around the ice.

What you care about him?

I wanna know why we trust him.

Mouse shook his head and then laughed. It was a real laugh, friendly and amused. For a moment he looked like a normal person instead of the supercool ghetto bad man who came off so hard that he rarely seemed ruffled or human at all.

The man in Chi always pick somebody got somethin t hide. He gets shit on em and then he pay em for their part up front. An he let em know that if they turn rat they be dead.

It was a perfect puzzle. Every piece fit. Mouse had all the bases covered, any question I had he had the answer. And why not? He was the perfect criminal. A killer without a conscience, a warrior without fear his IQ might have been off the charts for all I knew, but even if it wasnt, his whole mind paid such close attention to his profession that there were few who could outthink him when it came to breaking the law.

I dont want anybody gettin killed behind this, Raymond.

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