Speed Metal Blues: A Dan Reno Novel (35 page)
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Authors: Dave Stanton
The line went quiet, and when he spoke, his voice was small with humility.
“Yeah, I screwed the pooch, okay? The shrinks tell me I wanted to get back at my old man for some shit from my childhood.”
“We’ve all got our baggage, Zak. What are your plans now?”
“I don’t know. I blew all my money, and my brother from Dallas footed the bill for my rehab. I figure I need at least twenty grand to reinstall the flooring I tore out for the mosh pit and get the dining room in shape.”
“That’s what you want to do? Restore Zeke’s Pit to how it was before?”
“I want to get my life back on track. If I had the money, I would.”
“Why not apply for a small business loan?”
“Dude, I was packing an eight-ball a day up my beak. I just about flushed my life down the crapper. No sane person would give me a loan.”
“Sanity was never one of my strengths.”
“What?”
“You know how to run the kitchen?”
“Hell, yes. I ran it for years. The beef brisket? That’s my recipe.”
“If I front you the money, are you confident you can make Zeke’s like it was before the death metal bullshit?”
“If I stay clean, and I will, you bet.”
“Then let’s meet there and shake on it.”
“Wow. You sure?”
“Why not?” I said. I needed a place to hide Jason Loohan’s cash from the IRS, and the restaurant had been thriving when Zak’s old man was alive. Maybe a partial ownership would even be a profitable thing over time. Sometimes you got to go with your gut. And my gut said that beef brisket was the best I’d ever had.
• • •
The first snow came early that fall. One day it was seventy and sunny and the next morning the sky was dark with clouds and by noon heavy flakes swirled down from the sky. Only one thing predictable about weather in the mountains—it’s unpredictable. When I drove to Zeke’s to work the bar for the lunch shift, two inches lay on the streets, and the pines were coated in white.
Candi came by after her last class and walked up to the bar, her high heels stepping on the peanut shells scattered over the wooden floor planks.
“Those shoes will never do for winter,” I said.
“Maybe I’ll just wear them in the bedroom, then.”
I made her a coffee drink and we sat at the table I liked, one I’d moved onto the stage next to the front window looking out over Highway 50. Cars crunched over the snow, chains rattling, headlights on, wipers trying to keep up with the steady fall from above. We watched in silence, cozy in the heat from the wood-burning stove in the corner.
“You know what?” I said. “Time to turn on the Christmas lights.”
“In October?”
I got up and hit the switches, and the bulbs laced around the trees outside came alive, the colors flashing and reflecting off the snow-covered ground.
“It’s just beautiful, isn’t it?” Candy said, her green eyes dancing in a kaleidoscope of red and blue. The jukebox kicked into Hank Williams Jr.’s “Family Tradition
,
” and the twang of the fiddle brought a smile to my face.
“Hey, look at this,” she said, handing me an alternative culture magazine she liked to read. “This reminds me of the guy you were describing.” Her fingernail tapped on a picture of four men standing on a canted bridge over a waterway.
“Swiss Metal Band Redefines Boundaries of Genre,” the caption read. I skimmed the short piece, until pausing at a comment on their drummer, a musician of “extraordinary talent and creativity” named Ernst VanHinkel.
Except the man in the picture was Rabbit Switton.
• • •
I never drew any conclusions as to the fate of the missing mobsters from Pistol Pete’s, other than a fair certainty they were dead. I also never gained any insight regarding the role of John Switton, other than to assume he had fled the country and was living incognito overseas. I did find out, though, that Salvatore Tuma’s New Jersey home had been raided by the Feds, and he was under incitement for a number of RICO charges.
As for my own life, I stay happy on a daily basis, and why the hell not? My house among the tall pines and granite faces is cheerful with a woman’s touch, and I’m thankful every day for that. Damn thankful, because change is as inevitable as the turning of the season. That evil might again invade my life I have little doubt, but I never invest myself in that thought. That keeps me sane I suppose, or as close as I’ll get.
Born in Detroit, Michigan, in 1960, Dave Stanton moved to Northern California in 1961. He attended San Jose State University and received a BA in journalism in 1983. Over the years, he worked as a bartender, newspaper advertising salesman, furniture mover, pizza cook, debt collector, and technology salesman. He has two children, Austin and Haley. He and his wife, Heidi, live in San Jose, California.
Stanton is the author of five novels, all featuring private investigator Dan Reno and his ex-cop buddy, Cody Gibbons.
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