The stupidest angel: a heartwarming tale of Christmas terror

guy's last name was.

    "Tucker Case," said Tucker Case, stepping around Lena and offering his hand to shake. "I should have introduced myself to you sooner, I guess, since we're in the same business."

    "What business is that?" Theo never thought of himself as being a businessman, but he guessed that he was now.

    "I'm flying helicopter for the DEA," said Tucker Case. "You know, infrared, finding growers and stuff."

    Clear! His heart has stopped! Code blue! Five hundred milligrams of epinephrine, direct shot to the pericardium, stat! He's flatlining, people. Clear!

    "Nice to meet you," Theo said, hoping his heart failure wasn't showing. "Well, sorry to bother you. I'll just be on my way." He let go of Tuck's hand and started walking away, thinking: Don't walk stoned, don't walk stoned – for the love of God, how did I do this all of those years?

    "Uh, Constable," Tuck said. "Why was it that you stopped by? Ouch!"

    Theo turned. Lena had just punched the pilot in the arm, evidently pretty hard – he was massaging it.

    "Uh, nothing. Just a fellow didn't go home last night, and I thought Lena might have an idea where he went." Theo was trying to back away from the house, but then stopped, remembering that he might trip on the porch steps. How would he explain that to the DEA?

    "Last night? That's not even a missing person for, what, twenty-four, forty-eight hours? Ouch! Dammit, that's not necessary." Tucker Case rubbed his shoulder where Lena had punched him again.

    Theo thought that she might have violence issues with men.

    Lena looked at Theo and grinned, as if she was embarrassed about the punch. "Theo, Molly called me this morning and told me about Dale. I told her I hadn't seen him. Didn't she tell you?"

    "Sure. Sure, she told me. I just, you know, I thought you might have some ideas. I mean, your friend is right, Dale's not really missing, officially, for another twelve hours or so, but, you know, it's a small town, and I, you know, have a job and stuff."

    "Thanks, Theo," Lena said, waving to him even though he was only a few feet away and wasn't moving away from the house. The pilot was waving, too, smiling. Theo didn't like being around new lovers who had just gotten laid, especially when things weren't going that well in his own love life. They seemed smug, even if they weren't trying to be.

    He spotted something dark swinging from the ceiling of the porch, right where the wind chime would have been on his and Molly's porch, if he hadn't just sacrificed their security by relapsing into dope-fiendism. It couldn't be what it looked like.

    "So, that's a, uh, that looks like – "

    "A bat," said Lena.

    Holy fuck, Theo thought, that thing is huge. "A bat," he said. "Sure. Of course."

    "Fruit bat," Tucker Case clarified. "From Micronesia."

    "Oh, right," Theo said. Micronesia was not a real place. The blond guy was fucking with him. "Well, I'll see you guys."

    "See you at Lonesome Christmas on Friday," Lena said. "Say hi to Molly."

    " 'Kay," Theo said, climbing into the Volvo.

    He closed the car door. They went inside. He let his head hit the steering wheel.

    They know, he thought.
    * * *
    "He knows," Lena said, her back against the front door.
    "He doesn't know."

    "He's smarter than he looks. He knows."

    "He doesn't know. And he didn't look dumb, he looked kind of stoned."

    "No, he wasn't stoned, that was suspicion."

    "Don't you think if he was suspicious he might have asked where you were last night?"

    "Well, he could see that, with you walking out there with your shirt off, and me looking so, you know – so – "

    "Satisfied?"

    "No, I was going to say 'disheveled.'" She punched his arm. "Jeez, get over yourself."

    "Ouch. That is completely out of line."

    "I'm in trouble here," Lena said. "You can at least be supportive."

    "Supportive? I helped you hide the body. In some countries that implies commitment."

    She wound up to punch him, then caught herself, but left her fist there in the air, just in case. "You really don't think he was suspicious?"

    "He didn't even ask why you have a giant fruit bat hanging out on your porch. He's oblivious. Just going through the motions."

    "Why do I have a giant fruit bat hanging from the porch?"

    "Comes with the package." He grinned and walked away.

    Now she felt stupid, standing there, her fist in the air. She felt unenlightened, dense, silly, unevolved, all the things she thought only other people were. She followed him into the bedroom,