“So that’s great news,” I said. “Isn’t it?”
“You tell me.”
“Maybe he didn’t do it,” I said. “Maybe they’ll catch the guy who did now.”
“I doubt that very much.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because I think they already had the guy who did it—Gary. It figures he’d do something like this to get back at me. And, believe me, he was the only person who knew the combination to the safe.” Frank took another sip, then said, “This whole thing’s my fault. I wanted to install security cameras in here for years, but I never got around to it. Now I got burned.”
“So what happens now?” I asked.
“I forget about it, what else? Maybe in a few days Gary’ll confess and give back the money. That kid has always been the biggest pain in my ass—I wish he’d just grow up already. You should’ve seen him at the precinct—making up stories, telling the cops he had nothing to do with this. It was the same way when he was in school—he’d get in trouble and I’d have to leave work and go meet him in the principal’s office. He’d sit there lying, making a goddamn fool out of me.”
“Let me take a wild guess,” I said. “He told the cops I did it.”
Frank nodded.
“I knew it,” I said. “Sorry, Frank. I know he’s your kid and all, but this really pisses me off.”
Frank was looking at me funny.
“I hate to say this to you, Tommy, but I just have to get it over with and that’ll be the end of it. I know you’d never do something like this in a million years. Even with your gambling the way it is I know how much respect you have for me. What I mean is I know you’d never—”
“Hold up,” I said. “You think I—”
“Of course I don’t.”
“Good. I’m glad.”
“But I just have to ask you anyway—to get it out of my system. I know you’d never steal from me, that you’re not the type of guy who’d do something like that.”
“Then why are you asking me?”
“Because I have to hear it—from your own mouth.”
“Come on—”
“Just tell me you didn’t take that money and I’ll never say a word about it again.”
I let out a deep breath, then I said, “I didn’t take that money, and if you don’t believe me you’ve got more problems than I thought.”
“Thank you,” Frank said. “That’s all I needed to hear.”
I got home at around two in the morning and went right to sleep. When I woke up I felt like I had closed my eyes two seconds ago, but sun was shining into my apartment. I looked at my clock and saw it was past nine o’clock. I got out of bed and called Alan Schwartz.
His snobby secretary answered. I had to go through a whole routine, explaining who I was five times, just to get her to transfer me. Then Alan came on the line.
“Hey, Alan—Tommy Russo.”
The line was quiet for a few seconds, then he said, “Oh right, Tommy, how are you?” like I was his biggest buddy in the world.
“Not bad,” I said. My voice sounded cranky from sleeping. “I just thought we could set up a time to get together, you know—meet.”
“Did you get those forms my secretary sent you?”
“Nah, they didn’t come yet,” I said. “But I have the money.”
“Terrific,” Alan said. “I have an idea. It so happens I’m meeting Pete, Rob and Steve—I don’t know if Pete told you about Rob and Steve—they’re the other guys in the syndicate. Anyway, the four of us are getting together for lunch this afternoon at a restaurant near my office. I don’t know what your schedule’s like today, but if you want to make it a fivesome—”
“Of course I can make it,” I said.
Alan gave me the name of a Chinese restaurant on John Street.
“That’s right up the block from the OTB, right?”
“Pete was right,” Alan said, “you are a real racing fan.”
He told me they were meeting at one o’clock. I said “no problem” and hung up.
I put on some sweats and took a walk to the diner around the corner. I had the bacon, eggs and hash browns special, then I came home and shit my brains out. I’d had it with cheap diner food. From now on I was going to go out to good restaurants or cook at home.
I took a long shower then I came out and searched through my closet. I wanted to look good today, but I couldn’t find anything to wear. I hadn’t gone clothes shopping in a long time and I realized that I’d have to hit Barney’s or Macy’s one of these days, spend a few bucks on some nice outfits, maybe pick up a few pinstriped suits and some button-down shirts with cufflinks.
But for today what I had in my closet would have to do. I put on a pair of beige slacks, a white shirt, a black sports jacket, and a pair of brown dress shoes. The shoes needed shining, I’d taken the shirt out of my dirty laundry pile, and the slacks and jacket were wrinkled. Unfortunately, I didn’t own an iron so I put the pants and jacket on as they were and I scrubbed down my shoes with an old pair of underwear. I was going to shave, but then I figured I’d look classier with a little five o’clock shadow. I put on a gold chain and unbuttoned the top three buttons of my shirt. When I was all set to go, I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror.
I wasn’t in the horse business yet, but I definitely looked the part.
I took the 6 train to the Brooklyn Bridge. It was sunny and not nearly as cold as it had been the past few days. I walked around the traffic circle near City Hall Park, my leather coat open wide, a gym bag with ten thousand dollars over my shoulder. It was only 12:20 and I had forty minutes to kill so I just walked around the Wall Street area, window-shopping. Finally, at around one o’clock, I cut back up to the restaurant on John Street.
Pete was sitting at a table with two other guys. When he saw me coming he stood up and shook my hand.
“Long time no see,” I said. But I really wanted to say, Long time no smell.
He looked just about the same as the last time I saw him. He still had that big mole on his chin, but it looked like he’d plucked the hairs out of it. And he still had that awful B.O.
Pete said Alan was running a little late at his office and he introduced me to Rob and Steve. They were both short and weaselly looking. Rob had gray hair, but his face didn’t look old, and Steve had dark hair, but he looked older than Rob. They were both wearing shirts and ties.
I put my coat over the back of my chair and the gym bag down on the floor. There were two empty seats—I sat in the one farthest away from Pete. We started bullshitting. Rob worked at a bank, doing something with computers, and Steve was an accountant. They asked me what I did and I told them, “I used to be an actor—now I’m a horse owner.”
Everybody laughed, then Pete said, “Tommy works at a bar on the Upper East Side.”
“Cool,” Steve said. “What do you do there?”
Before I could say, I manage the bar, Pete said, “He’s a bouncer.”
I shot Pete a look, upset that he’d brought that up.
“The Upper East Side,” Rob said to me, “my old stomping grounds. What bar do you bounce at?”
I was about to tell him when Pete said, “Here’s the man of the hour.”
Alan Schwartz was coming toward our table. He looked like he sounded on the phone. What I mean is he looked rich. He was wearing a black overcoat over a gray suit. I didn’t know much about clothes unless I was looking at the labels, but his suit looked like it had cost him a nice chunk of change. He had a rich face too. His skin was tan and his brown hair was slicked back. But for some reason I remember his eyebrows most. They were so thin and neat they looked like they were drawn with pencil.
I stood up and shook Alan’s hand.
“A pleasure,” he said. He had a firm handshake and he looked at my eyes until he let go.
The waitress came around and we all ordered. My stomach was still hurting from breakfast so I took it easy, ordering the pepper steak and a side of pork dumplings.