Coyote blue

knowing that was what you were supposed to say. She was soft and warm against him and a musky smell of girl sweat and jasmine was coming off her hair. He felt himself getting aroused and hated himself for the inappropriateness of the feeling, thinking, You sick bastard.
    Almost as in answer, Calliope said, "You feel too good," and buried her face in his chest. She was crying.
    Behind them, still standing in the doorway, Coyote said, "Let's go."
    Calliope looked around at him, then to Sam. Sam said, "A friend. Calliope, this is Coyote. Coyote, Calliope."
    "Howdy," Coyote said. Calliope smiled.
    "The Master will now fix the car," the younger monk said. Sam looked to the tatami mat; the old monk was gone. The young monk turned and went out into the sun.
    Outside, the Z's hood was open and the old monk was bent over the engine, running his hands over the hoses and wires, but staring off into the distance. Sam realized that he was blind, and noticed that there were fingers missing from each of his hands.
    "What's he doing?" Coyote asked.
    "Quiet," the young monk said. "He is finding the problem."
    "We really have to get going," Sam said. "Can we leave the car here and pick it up later?"
    The monk said, "Does a dog have a Buddha nature?"
    "Does a fish have a watertight asshole?" said Coyote.
    The young monk turned to the trickster and bowed. "You are wise," he said.:
    "This is nuts," Sam said. "We've got another car. Let's go."
    "We've lost them," Calliope said.
    "No, we haven't. We know where they're going, Cal."
    "How do you know?"
    "It's a long story. Coyote helped."
    "Not enough," Coyote said. He pointed to the police cruiser that was bouncing across the desert toward them. Sam looked to the limo and realized that they had run out of time, and, more important, places to run. The cruiser slid to a stop by the limo and they were all engulfed by a cloud of dust. When it cleared, a seven-foot black man stood beside the limo. A bald man in a sport coat was leveling a riot shotgun over the hood at them.
    "I'd like the keys to the limousine, please," Minty said.
    Calliope looked at Sam. "Are we in trouble?"
    "This is not good," Sam said.
    The monk said, "Life is suffering."
    "You need to get laid," Coyote said.
    Sam dug into his pocket for the keys. "Careful," said the man with the gun.
    Minty Fresh approached Sam. "Relax, Jake," he said. Then to Sam, "Mr. Hunter, the police are not really involved in this. I just want two things. I want the keys to the car, and I want to know what the hell is going on here."
    "Quiet!" the monk said. "The Master is finished." They looked to the Z, where the old monk was staring blankly in their direction.
    "Disharmony in the cam chakra," he announced. The young monk bowed. Sam wondered about the Master's missing fingers.
    "Well?" Minty said.
    Sam said, "Do you have a little time?"
    ~* * *~
    Minty Fresh sat on the tatami mat with Sam while the young monk, who they had found out was named Steve, served them tea. He'd sent Jake back to town and the others were outside fiddling with the broken sports car. Minty wanted some answers.
    "Mr. Hunter," he began. "There is something very strange about your friend."
    "Really? He seems fine to me. Tell me, though. Do you think I have shifty eyes?" Sam affected his best innocent look.
    Oh, no, two of them , Minty thought. "They look normal to me." They didn't look normal at all – they were golden. Minty hadn't noticed before.
    Sam said, "I mean, do I look untrustworthy to you?"
    "Mr. Hunter, you stole my employer's car."
    "I'm really sorry about that. Besides that, though. Do I look shifty?"
    Minty sighed. "No, not particularly."
    "How about if you were shorter, say, eight inches tall."
    "Mr. Hunter, what is this all about?"
    "We really needed the car. It doesn't justify taking it, but we would have brought it back."
    "Look, I'm not going to involve the police in this. Just tell me."
    Sam took Minty through the story of Lonnie taking Grubb and the chase, leaving out as many details about Coyote as he could, making their destination in South Dakota seem close, easy. The story was slanted, however; Sam told it with a purpose in mind, thinking as he spoke, You can't sell if you don't pitch.
    Sam closed, "If we don't have the limo we won't be able to find Lonnie and get Calliope's baby back. You have a mother, don't you?" Sam waited.
    "I'm sorry, Mr. Hunter, I can't let you have it. It's not mine. I'd lose my job."
    "We'll bring it back after we get