“Fine, take the cuffs off him Bob.”
“If you say so.”
“I do.” Bob told Sanders about the accountant they found in the bathtub who was pleading to sing his heart out. That put the first smile I had seen on Sanders’ face.
“This is turning out to be a banner day,” he said as he and Bob went off to talk to the accountant.
Pulling out onto Skyline the Crown Vic rattled like a mother and the wind whistled through the broken windows, but it ran. God bless Detroit iron.
“Where can I drop you?” I asked Leo as we rumbled along.
“The airport, I think I would like to go home and take a very long bath.”
“You weren’t part of that crew, so what’s the deal.”
“No, I wasn’t part of that mess. My employers sent me out to sweep up, after those idiots bungled a very simple job.”
“When you get home, tell your bosses I’m through. If they want to come after me or mine, then buckle your seat belts, I will not go down lightly.”
“No, that is clear as crystal. From my perspective the less mentioned about you the better. I plan to forget your name the minute I leave this car. As for Mr. Sabatini, after this and what he lost in tech stocks, I suspect he is due for an unfortunate accident while in custody.”
I dropped him at the airport and drove down to Palo Alto. Cass and Gregor were taken to Stanford Emergency. I was told the Justice Department was picking up the tab for the hospital, so maybe Sanders wasn’t a total waste of DNA. Around eleven a young doctor came into the waiting room and told me Cass had lost a lot of blood, the bullet entered above her right breast, but missed the lung. She might lose some strength in her arm but she was going to pull through. Gregor was still in surgery when I finally passed out.
CHAPTER 18
The sun shot golden rays out across the bay, white caps danced on waves below as we stood on the Golden Gate Bridge. Cass was in the hospital for eight days, I stayed with her, sleeping on a cot at her side. She woke crying at night and I would hush her back to sleep. Gregor did three days in the I.C.U. and was still laid up with tubes running in and out of him, but he was recovering quicker than any of his doctors expected.
Cass lifted the Marilyn Monroe cookie jar onto the railing, tears filling her eyes. “She always loved this city,” she said.
“It was you Cass, the whole time, Kelly didn’t do any of those things,” I said in a soft voice.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about baby, Kelly…” she drifted off looking out to sea.
“Hell Cass, Kell didn’t even like stripping. You talked her into it. You slept with Gino and then Sabatini. You saw the murder go down. You, not Kelly. She was the soft one, in LA she chose to be a waitress instead of stripping. You chose hooking. She wasn’t hard like you. The girl in the porn, the girl with the fairy tattoo, that wasn’t Kelly, was it?”
“Fuck you Moses. How dare you, here, now? You choose now to pull this?”
“Has to be now, Kelly deserves the truth.” She slapped my face hard, but it didn’t hurt, nothing hurt anymore. I had been through hell and I had finally found Kelly. I couldn’t bring her back, but I had found her. She was the girl I had known, our friendship wasn’t an act or a manipulation. She hadn’t played me, but I had been played. “You ready for the funny part Cass? Your big dark secret is out, and I don’t care.”
“But it’s not true, Mo,” she pleaded.
“You didn’t have to play me… I’d have laid down my life for you, all you had to do was ask.” I pulled her to me kissing her forehead. I let her cry against my chest. When she was done we opened the cookie jar and let the ashes drift out over the bay. The sun was dropping down and city lights were winking on giving the skyline that magic wonderland Oz feeling.
Gregor spent three weeks in the hospital, they would have kept him longer but as soon as he could walk he disappeared from the ward. I left a new black great coat with $5,000 in the pocket for battle pay, on his apartment stoop. Ringing the bell, I walked away. I was proud to have gone to war with him and hoped I never had to do it again.
I combined what was left of the porno boy’s money with that from the Cow Palace parking lot and split it with Cass. Paid off my heartless ex-wife and my debt to the Pope, who on the word of a Chicago lieutenant decided to forgive and forget my fronting him. It might not ever be easy with him again but at least I didn’t have to worry about him clipping me. Eddy The Mechanic still had a place on his dance card reserved for me. Maybe old age would take him before he got to me. Stranger things have happened.
Cass and I loaded up Angel and went down to San Blas for a vacation. We lay on the beach and made love in the moonlight and we never talked about the lies she had told me. For the time it lasted she made me feel young and powerful and good. And on the rainy December night when she left, my little house felt empty and sad. You don’t really know what you’re missing until you’ve had it, like kisses and waking up next to a pretty girl who tells you you’re her man.
I’ve stopped putting guns in my mouth and whiskey in my gut. Somewhere on the road, I had traveled from suicidal to homicidal, not much, but it’s growth. All in all, I have a good life, a dog who adores me, a friend to drink coffee with and another day above ground. For children of the battle zone that’s called winning.