“What seven hundred and three?”
“You took eight hundred and three from me last night, and gave me back a hundred.”
Shayne grinned and dumped the packages of bills on the bureau. “Just for the hell of it, I think I’ll count it. Anybody can make a mistake, and the thing about you, baby, if there’s a mistake I know it’ll be in your favor.”
“You’ll find it all there,” she said coolly.
He counted it carefully, verifying that count with a second one. His expression became more and more thoughtful.
“Where’d you take your commission, off the top?”
“My commission? The word hardly applies, does it? The terms were clear. You agreed to them.”
He shook out a cigarette. It was the last in the package, and he wadded the package angrily and threw it across the room.
“Whose capital are you using? What the hell are you trying to pull off tomorrow? I don’t like this keep-him-in-the-dark business. You’ve got the moves all worked out. What I’m starting to wonder, are there a couple of moves at the end you didn’t tell me about?”
“What is your complaint, exactly?” she said with no change of expression.
“There are too many twists in this thing! I don’t want to end up in some waiting room at LaGuardia with egg on my face. The payoff, the payoff. Where do I draw the rest of the fifteen thousand?”
She said coolly, “If you wish, you can pick it up when you deliver the truck. I can have it there in cash, waiting. The passport is in order. I have arranged for us to leave together, but if you prefer to stay in New York and take your chances, I think in a moment or two I could manage to forget you.”
“That I believe,” Shayne said, blowing out smoke.
“But what brought this on? I have done as I promised. Perhaps you think it is easy to produce an American passport on twelve hours’ notice. It is far from easy. What has come over you all at once?”
“It hit me,” Shayne said, biting it off. “This is new country for me, kid. I went on one other joint job once, just once. Two other guys, and if you went by what they said they were very hard boys. It was a nice score, a hundred and twenty for the three of us. Then my wheelman got picked up on a murder rap, and on that they really had him. Before the D.A. let him cop a second-degree plea, he had to tell them every last thing he ever did, including my name and address. And the second guy wasn’t satisfied with forty G’s. He decided to go for eighty, only I jumped just in time. Two inches of the knife blade broke off between my ribs-I can show you the scar. By the time I finished with him I think he was sorry. I ended up with eighty. What I mean is-I made myself a promise. It had to be something I could do myself from then on, or forget it. Don’t worry, I’m not copping out,” he said when she started to speak. “But hell, from your own point of view, you’ll get better service if I know more about it.”
He gestured at the window. “That isn’t a chessboard out there. It’s a city full of cars and people. You tell me to turn left at such and such a corner. What if somebody’s digging a hole in the street and I can’t turn left? You’ve got to leave some of it up to me. And if I don’t know any more tomorrow than I do now, I can guarantee you I’ll make the wrong move.”
“To be specific,” she said.
“A garbage truck, for God’s sake! With two cops on the tailgate! OK, is it the kind of garbage you want me to dump in the sewer if I get in trouble? If I can’t get in touch with you, who do I get in touch with? What kind of protection have we got?”
She put down her drink. Coming over to his chair in her stocking feet, she kissed the corner of his mouth. “You are making a large Alp out of a small bump in the ground, you know. Number one: we have no protection. Let us be careful not to be caught. Number two: I can’t see what difference it makes, but if you must know what will be in the truck-”
She began unbuttoning his shirt. “It will begin its journey at a police warehouse, and end at an incinerator. The police in New York have collected certain evidence against some important people, and these people, I must tell you, do have connections. They are the existing organization in certain illegal areas.”
“Are you talking about the Mafia or something?”
“Oh, the Mafia. It is true that many of them are Sicilians, South Italians of the second generation in America, but it is not the kind of group you think of when you say Mafia. This evidence, some is serious, some is merely business information. By pulling strings, by spending money, they have persuaded the police to burn it, and my friends, who would like a share in the profitable affairs controlled by the Mafia, wish to seize it before it can reach the incinerator.”
“Why? I must be dumber than I thought. I don’t get it.”
“Darling, one doesn’t ask why. The Mafia people are vulnerable, you know. The times have passed them by. In the days of jet travel, they think and do business in the old slow way. My friends will say to them in effect, ‘Here are Xerox copies of certain documents in our possession. Retire.’ Now. To answer another question. If you find yourself unable to reach the transfer point, do not empty the truck in the sewer. Call me at a number I will give you.”
Shayne uttered a coarse expletive. “I’m over my head here, baby. It’s not my kind of deal. The sooner I get back in my own league, the better for everybody.”
“You set your sights too low, darling,” she said, smiling. “Wait till you see yourself in your new clothes.”
Shayne’s voice had begun to lose its edge. “I’ve had chicks try to change me before. I forget their names.”
“I don’t want to change you. I want to change your surroundings. You have no objection to being rich, surely?”
“I’ve been in the chips once or twice,” he said. “But a funny thing about stickup dough. It’s not like real money.”
“I get you real money,” she said. “And the real money today, you are right, is honest money. That’s what these Mafia primitives will never understand, with their codes, their quickness to commit murder for something of utterly no importance, like an insult.”
“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” Shayne said. All the anger was gone from his voice.
“I tell you then.” She left her perch, whirled around with her arms raised, and came back to the arm of the chair and kissed him hard. “You make me feel excellent. When I was a young girl there was no money in my family. Only a few lucky ones had work in that region, so my mother went away to the city. She was a handsome woman, men gave her money, she sent some to us in our village, so we ate not badly. But always she thought her manner of living sinful. Wrong, right, what did it matter, who decided it was right to sit in the house without a sou and go to political meetings and come home hungry? My father said it was society one should blame, the system of government, but I learned from my mother, not my father. He died of pneumonia, it was called. Some years later I was the friend of a rich man, who had tankers and passenger vessels and three yachts and much besides. He started from a hungry family like mine. He taught me about making money, it amused him. First, he said, you accumulate a small sum so you have something to risk. That one time it may be necessary to break a law or so, which is all right if you go in fast and get out fast. But after that you hire lawyers, who take excellent care that you no longer break laws. If it is necessary to be cruel, be cruel, but within the law. I listened carefully. And I have many ideas. I have come to know many useful people. I think I do well.”
“Baby-” Shayne scowled, trying to put his thoughts into words without going outside the character he was pretending to be. He gave it up with a disgusted wave. “If that’s your idea of living.”
“It is very much my idea of living,” she said. “I know women are not expected to become rich except when a rich husband dies of an early heart attack. It is all right for a man to be hard and ruthless, not a woman. I need a man to work with me, who is not a slave of sentimentality, who can move, who can do what is necessary.”