{"id":5888,"date":"2026-01-04T12:24:31","date_gmt":"2026-01-04T12:24:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/epub-book.com\/download\/the-museum-of-desire-kellerman-jonathan\/"},"modified":"2026-01-04T12:24:31","modified_gmt":"2026-01-04T12:24:31","slug":"the-museum-of-desire-kellerman-jonathan","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/epub-book.com\/download\/the-museum-of-desire-kellerman-jonathan\/","title":{"rendered":"The Museum of Desire – Kellerman, Jonathan"},"content":{"rendered":"
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CHAPTER<\/h1>\n

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Eno trudged up the road. Big fancy property like this, maybe a chance to hit a lick.<\/p>\n

His last stretch at County had ended eighty-two days ago, then he was back on the street looking for bank. Trying a few things that didn\u2019t work out so having to do this.<\/i><\/p>\n

Bright Dawn Cleaning and Maintenance.<\/p>\n

He\u2019d filled out a half-page questionnaire: Have you ever been convicted of a felony?<\/i><\/p>\n

Hell, yeah.<\/i><\/p>\n

He\u2019d checked No<\/i>. Later he found out from dudes at the Cyril you weren\u2019t even allowed to ask anymore. He\u2019da lied anyway, it was good to stay in practice.<\/p>\n

Looking for shit to steal was Eno\u2019s thing when he was at rich-people houses doing landscaping or roofing. His specialty was small stuff no one would notice till he was long gone. Street sale or pawn at one of the places that didn\u2019t ask questions.<\/p>\n

He thought of himself as careful but not<\/i> careful was not noticing an old Mexican maid at a house in Hancock Park after he spotted a little gold box on a table from outside a sliding glass door. The door unlocked, shiny thing just sitting shouting Come and Get Me!!<\/i><\/p>\n

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Maid\u2019s looking from around a corner.<\/i> Being sneaky, whose fault was that?<\/p>\n

That had earned Eno three months at County while waiting for trial. All charges dismissed because the maid went back to Mexico. Plus they never found the box because Eno had ditched it in some bushes before the cops showed up.<\/p>\n

Lack of evidence, his PD announced. Proud of herself, like she did something.<\/p>\n

Maybe he should go back and look for the box in the bushes. Nah, be careful.<\/p>\n

So now he was pushing a big plastic wheelie can up a long private road early on a Sunday morning. The can full of gloves and bleach and soaps and rags and Windex, a broom and a shovel attached to the side.<\/p>\n

Another party house to clean up. Worst job he\u2019d ever had, getting up at five a.m. to start at six, being driven all over the city in a service van, Laquitha at the wheel, glaring at him and the other cleaners like they<\/i> were the garbage.<\/p>\n

Like they were special-needs kids on a special-needs school bus; Eno knew about that.<\/i><\/p>\n

He\u2019d worked two houses this month, not a single lick. No surprise, he guessed; the places were mostly empty except for rented furniture.<\/p>\n

The disgusting shit people left behind, even with the gloves it grossed Eno out.<\/p>\n

He\u2019d do it just until something better came along. If nothing fell into place soon, maybe he\u2019d take the next step: mask and hoodie up, get weaponated, do the gimme-your-money-motherfucker!!!<\/i><\/p>\n

Targeting drunk downtown club yuppie scum weaving around like worms. Lots of clubs walking distance from his room at the Cyril. What a shitbox that<\/i> was, not much better than a cell.<\/p>\n

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At least Section 8 was paying for it.<\/p>\n

As he pushed the wheelie, he tried to concentrate, always a challenge.<\/p>\n

Yeah, easy enough to take the next step and just go for the gold. Unless you got blowback from a drunken yuppie. Eno had never been a fighter and at forty-three he had no muscles left.<\/p>\n

Motherfucker fought back, Eno would have no choice.<\/p>\n

Bang.<\/p>\n

Maybe too<\/i> big a step.<\/p>\n

Meanwhile he\u2019d do this. Pushing uphill, his mind wandering. Nothing at the top except other people\u2019s shit.<\/p>\n

He stopped for breath, arms and chest and legs aching. A few more steps and the drive curved around and he finally saw the house.<\/p>\n

Whoa! Biggest one so far. More like one of them castles, with two of those things that stick out on castles on either end, whatever they called \u2019em. The whole thing looked<\/i> like it was made of gray castle-stones. Then Eno saw it was just regular stucco with lines in it. Fake-out, but still, like a castle.<\/p>\n

As he got closer, the house got even huger. Like it was put there to make him feel small. All that was missing was one of them water thingies they put around castles, alligators and dragons swimming around snapping their jaws. One of them\u2026mokes.<\/p>\n

That<\/i> would be something, big moke full of monsters, just waiting to grab you by the business. Chain-saw teeth, before you knew it, you were a street taco.<\/p>\n

Eno shuddered, imagining, stopped for more breath, resumed wheeling. Man this was steep.<\/p>\n

Not only didn\u2019t this castle have no moke, there was nothing out front period, not even a lawn, just dirt.<\/p>\n

Why couldn\u2019t the company drive him up from Benedict Canyon? He\u2019d asked Laquitha.<\/p>\n

No answer, bitch just sped off.<\/p>\n

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Leaving him with a fucking hike.<\/i> Eno hated hiking, reminded him of when he was doing state park service as part of his first arrest at fifteen in San Bernardino.<\/p>\n

He finally almost got to the top. Place was a joke lick-wise; halfway up, he\u2019d seen an alarm sign from a company he knew had went out of business five years ago. A Protected By Video<\/i> Surveillance<\/i> sign but no cameras.<\/p>\n

On top of that, the gate on Benedict was left wide-open since like three a.m. Saturday when the party ended. The crap that was gonna be left behind, sitting there, all clotted and sticky, a pain to scrub.<\/p>\n

Another pause to breathe then he made it to flat ground. The place was huuuge,<\/i> would take every minute of the seven hours Bright Dawn gave him. Twelve bucks an hour plus the shit lunch they packed for the workers. Huge place but a one-man assignment.<\/p>\n

The rules were always the same: Start with the outside, then do the inside, there\u2019d be a back door left unlocked.<\/p>\n

Eno looked up at those two tall things, what did they call them\u2026tur\u2026bines? No, turbits. Coupla turbits sticking into the sky. Darker gray than the sky. Everything gray.<\/p>\n

June Gloom his aunt Audrey used to call it. But this was May.<\/p>\n

Eno called it L.A. shit-air.<\/p>\n

Maybe there\u2019d be something<\/i> here, not just red cups, empties, used condoms and needles. He looked for access to the backyard. Nothing on the left, there was a stone wall blocking him. But walking to the right side of the castle showed him another iron gate, wide open.<\/p>\n

Nice iron, all fancy with squiggly things and flowers and twisted bars. The metal by itself some serious bank but he had no way to transport it. Years ago, he\u2019d gotten into copper wire, did real good selling to places on San Fernando. Then, at a plumbing supply yard on Alameda, he got nailed by a junkyard dog that came outta nowhere and busted by a rent-a-cop with a Glock.<\/p>\n

That<\/i> had earned him five months at County, grand theft pled down to petty, the first forty-five days in the infirmary healing his leg. The rest of his sentence they had to put him in protective because all the regular cells were taken up by gangsters.<\/p>\n

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Maybe scrap metal wasn\u2019t his thing.<\/p>\n

He pushed the wheelie through the gate opening. What shoulda been a driveway but was dry dirt. Like someone built the castle then hated it and decided not to finish.<\/p>\n

It took a while to get past a long wall of fake-stone but finally he reached the backyard.<\/p>\n

More nothing-green, just a wall of trees all the way at the back, like someone was trying to take out a forest. Facing the back of the castle was one of those covered things rich people used for sitting in, a round dome roof covered by dead brown vines that reminded Eno of coiling snakes.<\/p>\n

Over to the right was an empty blue hole where a big pool woulda been if the hole had water. At least one lucky break, he wouldn\u2019t have to fish out used condoms. But around the fake-stone pool deck he spotted some, along with red cups and broken bottles.<\/p>\n

Eno wasn\u2019t paying attention to any of that. His eyes were to the left of the pool. Something different.<\/p>\n

A super-stretch Town Car, white, one of those prom specials.<\/p>\n

Eno had ridden in one when he was nineteen. Invited by his friends when they graduated high school even though he\u2019d dropped out in tenth.<\/p>\n

First, he\u2019d said, Nah.<\/i><\/p>\n

They\u2019d said, Hey, E-man, fuck graduation, you can still party!<\/i><\/p>\n

So he went. And had a pretty good time, until the girl he was fingering gave him a funny smile then barfed all over him. Everyone, including the girl, laughing. Eno knew right then and there that he wasn\u2019t fitting in, would never. So he left and walked four miles home. Aunt Audrey was up, watching Discovery ID. Wrinkling her nose and saying, \u201cWhoo, someone stinks like a pig with the runs.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Laughing but also pissed off at Eno. Not letting him use the bathroom to clean up, he had to go outside and shiver naked while he hosed himself off.<\/p>\n

So fuck<\/i> proms and stretch white Town Cars. Fuck this job,<\/i> he was definitely<\/i> gonna mask-and-hoodie and take the next step.<\/p>\n

But meanwhile, maybe something shiny in the limo.<\/p>\n

Then he thought: What was a car doing here? Someone still inside? A stoned-out loser sleeping it off? Bunch of losers? After an orgy?<\/p>\n

Maybe he\u2019d get to roust some naked chicks, get looks at their tits as they panicked to get dressed.<\/p>\n

Smiling, he left the wheelie in place and strutted toward the limo. Tried to peer through the windows. Tinted too dark.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey,\u201d he said, not as loud as he\u2019d meant to be.<\/p>\n

No answer.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey.\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n

Nothing.<\/p>\n

\u201cDude.<\/i> Party\u2019s over,<\/i> you need to leave.\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n

Still no answer.<\/p>\n

Stoned out? Or just shining him on.<\/p>\n

Like he wasn\u2019t there.<\/p>\n

That<\/i> made Eno\u2019s face feel hot, same feeling as before his assault beef, some loser in a Bakersfield bar saying he was a fag and getting razored across the face down to the bone.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey!\u201d<\/i> Shouting, now.<\/p>\n

Feeling his body tighten in a way he hadn\u2019t felt in a long time but liked, Eno flung open the driver\u2019s door.<\/p>\n

Saw what he saw and felt his stomach go nuts. Like he<\/i> was going to barf.<\/p>\n

He trembled, mouth-breathed, felt his heart racing. Turned to look at the back of the limo but a sliding black glass panel blocked his view.<\/p>\n

He backed away. Frozen.<\/p>\n

Then\u2014he couldn\u2019t explain it but he just did it. Opened the rear door and looked inside.<\/p>\n

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Oh, shit, bad<\/i> idea. Now his stomach felt like it was shooting totally out of his mouth like all<\/i> his insides were coming loose.<\/p>\n

Oh, shit, this was different this was bad-different.<\/p>\n

He slammed both doors shut, felt what was left of his breakfast burrito shoot up and out and miss the limo\u2019s spotless white paint and land on the dirt.<\/p>\n

What to do now? He\u2019d seen lots of things but he\u2019d never seen anything like<\/i> this, what to do<\/i>?<\/p>\n

Reaching into his jean pocket, he pulled out the phone he\u2019d just bought from a homeless guy on Grand Street. Piece of shit, ten bucks, thirty-three minutes left.<\/p>\n

Use the time to call the company? Nah, no one was in the office this early.<\/p>\n

What would they say, anyway?<\/p>\n

So 911 here we come.<\/i><\/p>\n

Eno\u2019s day to be a solid citizen.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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