I lit another smoke. "I told Train I'd take care of you."
"Good. They're easier when they're sleeping."
"You need a ride anywhere?"
"No. I got a car stashed just down the street. I'll get rid of the stuff first, then I'm gone."
Max bowed to Wesley. The monster moved his head in return. Stiffly, like he wasn't used to it.
I followed Max down the stairs.
128
THE ALL-NEWS station had nothing.about the killing on the way back to Manhattan, but it was all they were talking about by the time I got up in the morning. Ghost stories. The one I liked best had Colombians blasting the don from a speedboat passing under the bridge.
I DROVE OUT to the junkyard. Sat down with the Mole. Told him about a girl named Elvira. About selective breeding, supervised by slime.
I drove back to the city in a black Ford four-door sedan. Max followed in Morehouse's Datsun.
130
IN MY OFFICE, I went over the Ma Bell printout the ex-cop had gotten for me. One of Train's six numbers had no long-distance calls at all. Never used up its message units either. A dead line. For incoming.
It was one of the numbers stored in Candy's phone.
131
JULIO LEFT A MESSAGE for me at Mama's. I called him at his club.
"What d'you want, old man? You think I'm setting up a meeting now, you're crazy. You got nothing to threaten me with."
He sounded strong, alive. In control. "Who said anything about threats? Cut that out. Talk sense. We're on the same side. Your problem disappeared with my problem, okay? I'm gonna make some moves of my own now. There's one little thing…"
"What?"
"The bitch, she has something for me. Something I wrote down once. She says she'll give it back, I give her a present."
"Why tell me?"
"She's a crazy woman, you know that. She has something stuck in her head, there's no talking to her. She wants to give it to you. You bring it to me, you take the present back to her. Then it's done."
"Get somebody else."
"I would. It's her, okay? You know what she's like."
"I'm not going to see her."
"Hey! Somebody's gotta do it. I'll take care of you, don't worry."
"And then we're quits."
"On my honor."
132
I CALLED STREGA. "You called him?"
"Yes."
"You couldn't leave it alone?"
"Don't be mad. You know I told you the truth. And he wants the letter. It's in the way now. The little man has big plans."
133
I HEARD the slug muffle the phone with his greasy hand. "The guy wants Don Julio."
"I'm here," he snapped into the phone.
"She says she'll hand it over to me. Out in the open. She wants to see it happen."
"What's that mean?"
"It means you come. Alone. I come. Alone. She drives up. Hands me what you want while you watch. Goes back to her car. I give you the letter for the present you have for her. You wait while I take it over to her. I get in my car and we all go home."
"My boys won't like me going anywhere alone."
"You're the boss, right? Who cares what they like."
"All right. Where?"
"You know her. Queens it's got to be. You're coming from Shea Stadium, okay? On the Grand Central. Just before La Guardia, there's a gas station. You pull over there, where there's a railing. You can park the car, walk down to the water. Where guys fish in the summertime. Got it?"
"Yeah."
"She says tomorrow. Eleven o'clock in the morning. You park all the way to the right. She'll be there, parked to the left. I pull in between you. Get it done."
"I'll be there."
I called Strega. Told her what tomorrow was going to be.
134
WESLEY said Julio was on the house. A trade for the don. But the don had been Wesley's killing. All his. Danielle's father had turned me into a dog. A hunting dog that fetched his raw meat back. He had to pay. Wesley said he'd do that freak. In his soundproof basement. Train was a trade. Not all mine, but enough.
I couldn't let Wesley within shooting range of Strega- the monster might feel the heat. And strike. Strega. The witch-bitch. She'd set it up this way. "You wouldn't let anything happen to me." Wesley was out.
At eight-thirty, I swung into the gas station. Told the guy to fill it up. Max got out to go to the men's room. The pump jockey filled the tank, took my money. I drove off alone.
A couple of minutes after eleven, I backed into the lot. Strega's BMW on my left, Julio's Caddy on the right. I swung the Plymouth between them. Got out, opened my trunk, left it open. Walked to Julio's car. His window snicked down. I put my head inside, checked the back seat. Empty.
"Get out, Julio."
He showed me a thick envelope. "I thought you were supposed to get the letter first."
"I am. I want you to open the trunk. Make sure you came alone. Mine's already open, you want to look."
He got out, a sneer on his face. Unlocked the trunk. Empty.
"I'll be right back," I told him.
"Burke, wait a minute." His gloved hand on my arm. "I got no more troubles, you understand? Except her. Crazy people, they're always trouble. They stay trouble."
"Why tell me?"
"I know you can get to Wesley. I'm going to make some arrangements. I want to pay him for the last job. The old don, he was a fuckin' idiot. No trap, no games. I give you the cash, you deliver it to Wesley. I don't gotta be around. I just want him to know…no hard feelings…it's a new regime, like they say. You could do this?"
"Maybe."
"Yeah, you always say 'maybe.' I ask you if you get up tomorrow morning, you say 'maybe.' You can do it. When you see Wesley, you tell him he's all right with me. Aces. I even got a nice easy job for him. Cash up front, how's that?"
"I'll see."
I left him standing there. Walked over to Strega's car, feeling his eyes on my back. She stepped out of the little sedan, wearing a black coat, black scarf over her red hair. She handed me a thin envelope.
"I was right," she said.
"Yeah, you were," I said. "Now get out of here."
"I want to see it." Witchy eyes, even in the sunlight. "I was right…about everything."
I walked back toward Julio. The old man came forward, one hand reaching into his pocket. Highway traffic hummed to my right, planes thundered to my left. I held out Strega's envelope to Julio. With his confession inside: how he made a little girl-child dance for him. The child he just sentenced to dance again under Wesley's bullets. He took his hand out of his inside pocket, slipped what I handed him into his coat. Reached back inside. A fat envelope. I took it. Closed my hand over his. He pulled back. "What…?" Max launched off the railing in a dark blur. Julio twisted his neck sharply just as I heard the snap. He fell into me. I slipped his dead arm over my neck, walked him to the railing. Propped him on the bench, emptied his pockets. An old man, sleeping in the sun. Until you got close enough to catch the smell.
I walked back to my car. Closed the trunk on the dark bundle of blankets back there. Followed the BMW out of the parking lot.
The Plymouth shot past Strega, heading for the Triboro Bridge. I thought I saw her wave something at me but the windows of her car were very dark. I couldn't be sure.
I CHECKED my list. I had to spook him, not tip him off. Called one of the six numbers on the printout. Not the dead line. Asked for Train. He came, quickly.