New York Nights
Page 53
“I’m aware. How did you find out where I was staying?”
“Really?” She scoffed. “I need you to do me a favor...”
“Goodbye, Ava.”
“No, wait.” She sounded frantic. “I really am sorry for everything I did to you, Liam.”
“What did I tell you about calling me that?”
“I remember when you visited me when I was being held in jail—before all the hearings started...Remember?” She paused. “I know how hard seeing me must have been back then, how lonely you had to be to come and visit me of all people...You even told me you were contemplating changing your name to Andrew and leaving New York...And then I begged you to save me. Remember that?”
“I’m really not in the mood for story time right now.”
“You were such a softie back then...So compassionate, so caring—”
“Get to the fucking point, Ava.”
“At the trial this week, I know that Kevin—”
“I.e. my former best friend that you fucked?”
“Yes.” She sighed. “Him...”
“What about him?”
“He’s not the monster you think he is.”
“Are you calling about a favor that’s never going to happen, or are you calling to be his fucking character witness? I’m confused.”
“He’s still sorry for what he did...He was—”
“Which one is it, Ava?” I snapped. “I’m not a fan of this vague shit.”
“Do you really want to hurt him?” Her voice softened. “I think you’ve already punished us enough. I’m already behind bars, so there’s really no need for him to suffer at this point. ”
“The two of you will never suffer enough.” I hung up and sent a text to an old contact I had at corrections, telling him that Ava had contraband in her cell.
The last thing I wanted to think about was my old partner and former best friend. The only time he needed to be thought of was during the upcoming hearing, and never again after that.
I scrolled through my text messages, noticing that Aubrey had sent me a simple “Okay” when I asked how today’s audition went.
With the exception of the day I massaged her shoulders, she was still being short with me.
I opened my inbox to send her a longer message, but I saw that she’d sent me one first.
Subject: Yes.
I just received your newest set of flowers and your note about going on a date tonight...I have a few stipulations, though.
—Aubrey
Subject: Re: Yes.
Name them.
—Andrew
She sent a new message.
Subject: Date.
I’m allowed to ask you whatever I want and you have to answer truthfully.
—Aubrey
Subject: Re: Date.
I always answer truthfully. Is the word “stipulations” not plural?
—Andrew
Subject: Re: Re: Date.
You have to be a complete gentleman. I don’t want to be fucked in another bathroom...
What time are you picking me up?
—Aubrey
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Date.
I actually wasn’t planning on fucking you tonight, but since you’ve clearly entertained that possibility, I’ll be sure to send a list of potential locations prior to the date.
Eight o’ clock.
—Andrew
I knocked on her door at 7:58, dressed in a black designer suit I’d purchased hours ago.
There was no answer, and before I could knock again, the door swung open and she stepped out wearing a short black dress that left little to the imagination.
“Are you aware that it’s still winter?” I trailed my finger along her exposed shoulders. “You’re going to need a coat.”
She looked behind me. “You took the subway here?”
“Yes.”
“We’re taking the subway on our date?”
“The car will come later.” I smiled as confusion spread across her face.
She grabbed her coat from inside and shut the door, looking up at me. “Do you even know how to use the subway?”
“Of course I do,” I said, clasping her hand. “I wasn’t always well-off when I lived here...”
A light snow fell as we made our way to the subway tunnel, and she leaned against me—pressing her body closer to mine. Holiday lights were strung about the tallest buildings—sparkling against the night, and a faint sense of excitement swirled through the air.
There weren’t that many people out tonight, and as we boarded a nearly empty train, Aubrey laughed at that fact.
“This is the first time I’ve ever seen a subway like this,” she said. “I usually have to fight for my own tiny space.”
“Hmmm.” I prevented her from taking a seat, instead making her share a pole with me. “How did your audition really go today? Surely you have more to say about it than okay.”
“I was crying when I sent that text. I was overwhelmed.”
I raised my eyebrow.
“I landed Odette/Odile in Swan Lake—on a professional level.” She looked as if she was about to burst into tears. “I still can’t believe it...All of my dreams are actually coming true.”
“Maybe you’re meant to play that role...” I wiped a stray tear from her eyes.
“Maybe.” She leaned closer. “I’m just happy that they’re giving us the next few days off...I think I’ll be able to relax and keep up with the news a bit more. You know, actually have some semblance of a life outside of the dance hall.”
“You could spend more time with me if you want to take a break. The news in this city is overrated and mostly false.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes,” I said, looking into her eyes. “I wouldn’t believe half of the shit in any of these papers.”
She smiled. “Have you heard anything about the huge trial that’s happening this week?”
“I’m pretty sure there’s more than one.”
“No...” She shook her head. “Not like this one...”
I hesitated. “What makes this one so special?”
“It’s more intriguing than special...It’s about two lawyers who once shared a firm—both of them were big shots, you know? One of them even won against the government in his very first case.”
“It was probably a lucky break.”
“I don’t think so.” She looked into my eyes. “I’ve read the transcripts. He knew exactly what he was doing, and the verdict actually affected public policy.”
I said nothing.
“But the thing is, he never got credit for his work—outside of word of mouth from people who knew the details, you know?” She paused. “But anyway, from what I’ve read and pieced together, it seems like he was falsely accused of a laundry list of federal charges a few years later.”
“Aubrey...”
“It looks like everyone ran with the story—all of the papers, all of the news outlets, and the truth wasn’t filtered until months later, after his name was already tarnished.”
“Really?” She scoffed. “I need you to do me a favor...”
“Goodbye, Ava.”
“No, wait.” She sounded frantic. “I really am sorry for everything I did to you, Liam.”
“What did I tell you about calling me that?”
“I remember when you visited me when I was being held in jail—before all the hearings started...Remember?” She paused. “I know how hard seeing me must have been back then, how lonely you had to be to come and visit me of all people...You even told me you were contemplating changing your name to Andrew and leaving New York...And then I begged you to save me. Remember that?”
“I’m really not in the mood for story time right now.”
“You were such a softie back then...So compassionate, so caring—”
“Get to the fucking point, Ava.”
“At the trial this week, I know that Kevin—”
“I.e. my former best friend that you fucked?”
“Yes.” She sighed. “Him...”
“What about him?”
“He’s not the monster you think he is.”
“Are you calling about a favor that’s never going to happen, or are you calling to be his fucking character witness? I’m confused.”
“He’s still sorry for what he did...He was—”
“Which one is it, Ava?” I snapped. “I’m not a fan of this vague shit.”
“Do you really want to hurt him?” Her voice softened. “I think you’ve already punished us enough. I’m already behind bars, so there’s really no need for him to suffer at this point. ”
“The two of you will never suffer enough.” I hung up and sent a text to an old contact I had at corrections, telling him that Ava had contraband in her cell.
The last thing I wanted to think about was my old partner and former best friend. The only time he needed to be thought of was during the upcoming hearing, and never again after that.
I scrolled through my text messages, noticing that Aubrey had sent me a simple “Okay” when I asked how today’s audition went.
With the exception of the day I massaged her shoulders, she was still being short with me.
I opened my inbox to send her a longer message, but I saw that she’d sent me one first.
Subject: Yes.
I just received your newest set of flowers and your note about going on a date tonight...I have a few stipulations, though.
—Aubrey
Subject: Re: Yes.
Name them.
—Andrew
She sent a new message.
Subject: Date.
I’m allowed to ask you whatever I want and you have to answer truthfully.
—Aubrey
Subject: Re: Date.
I always answer truthfully. Is the word “stipulations” not plural?
—Andrew
Subject: Re: Re: Date.
You have to be a complete gentleman. I don’t want to be fucked in another bathroom...
What time are you picking me up?
—Aubrey
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Date.
I actually wasn’t planning on fucking you tonight, but since you’ve clearly entertained that possibility, I’ll be sure to send a list of potential locations prior to the date.
Eight o’ clock.
—Andrew
I knocked on her door at 7:58, dressed in a black designer suit I’d purchased hours ago.
There was no answer, and before I could knock again, the door swung open and she stepped out wearing a short black dress that left little to the imagination.
“Are you aware that it’s still winter?” I trailed my finger along her exposed shoulders. “You’re going to need a coat.”
She looked behind me. “You took the subway here?”
“Yes.”
“We’re taking the subway on our date?”
“The car will come later.” I smiled as confusion spread across her face.
She grabbed her coat from inside and shut the door, looking up at me. “Do you even know how to use the subway?”
“Of course I do,” I said, clasping her hand. “I wasn’t always well-off when I lived here...”
A light snow fell as we made our way to the subway tunnel, and she leaned against me—pressing her body closer to mine. Holiday lights were strung about the tallest buildings—sparkling against the night, and a faint sense of excitement swirled through the air.
There weren’t that many people out tonight, and as we boarded a nearly empty train, Aubrey laughed at that fact.
“This is the first time I’ve ever seen a subway like this,” she said. “I usually have to fight for my own tiny space.”
“Hmmm.” I prevented her from taking a seat, instead making her share a pole with me. “How did your audition really go today? Surely you have more to say about it than okay.”
“I was crying when I sent that text. I was overwhelmed.”
I raised my eyebrow.
“I landed Odette/Odile in Swan Lake—on a professional level.” She looked as if she was about to burst into tears. “I still can’t believe it...All of my dreams are actually coming true.”
“Maybe you’re meant to play that role...” I wiped a stray tear from her eyes.
“Maybe.” She leaned closer. “I’m just happy that they’re giving us the next few days off...I think I’ll be able to relax and keep up with the news a bit more. You know, actually have some semblance of a life outside of the dance hall.”
“You could spend more time with me if you want to take a break. The news in this city is overrated and mostly false.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes,” I said, looking into her eyes. “I wouldn’t believe half of the shit in any of these papers.”
She smiled. “Have you heard anything about the huge trial that’s happening this week?”
“I’m pretty sure there’s more than one.”
“No...” She shook her head. “Not like this one...”
I hesitated. “What makes this one so special?”
“It’s more intriguing than special...It’s about two lawyers who once shared a firm—both of them were big shots, you know? One of them even won against the government in his very first case.”
“It was probably a lucky break.”
“I don’t think so.” She looked into my eyes. “I’ve read the transcripts. He knew exactly what he was doing, and the verdict actually affected public policy.”
I said nothing.
“But the thing is, he never got credit for his work—outside of word of mouth from people who knew the details, you know?” She paused. “But anyway, from what I’ve read and pieced together, it seems like he was falsely accused of a laundry list of federal charges a few years later.”
“Aubrey...”
“It looks like everyone ran with the story—all of the papers, all of the news outlets, and the truth wasn’t filtered until months later, after his name was already tarnished.”
