He studied me for a long moment. "I didn't like it," he said, at last.
"Something told me you wouldn't," I said, grinning. "I must be getting clairvoyant. Well, brother, what are you going to do about it?" Without taking my eyes off him, I pulled out the copy of the Morning Star and handed it to him. "Take a gander at that. Our Ed. has cut himself a nice slice of publicity at your expense, hasn't he?"
One look at the headlines brought Gomez up on his elbow. He was wearing mauve and white pyjamas. They didn't suit his sallow complexion. What with one thing and another, he looked like hell. I bet he felt that way too.
His sudden move uncovered Lois. She didn't seem to have anything on. She grabbed the sheet back, muttered under her breath, turned over.
Not wishing her to miss the fun, I pinched her toes again.
"Cut that out!" she snapped angrily, opened her eyes. She looked at me, stiffened, clutched Gomez. He threw her off, and went on reading the newspaper.
"Hi, Tutz," I said, smiling at her. "Don't froth up your cold cream. Me and Juan are in conference."
She sat up, remembered there were gentlemen present, dived under the bedclothes again.
"What the hell goes on?" she demanded in a voice thick with rage and fright.
"Shut up," Gomez snarled, and went on reading.
"Chivalry in the twentieth century," I said sadly. "Never mind. Relax, beautiful, and wait until the great man has read his paper."
Lois lay back regarding Gomez with glittering, furious eyes.
He got through reading the newspaper, slung it down.
"The rat I" he said, clenching his fists, then remembering I was still with him, went on, "What do you want?"
"Ed. and I don't get along either," I said. "I thought you might feel like doing something about it."
He stared at me for a moment, then lay back. "Such as what?"
"Are you crazy?" Lois demanded furiously. "Why do you let this heel sit on our bed like this? Hit him! Do something!"
Gomez, snarling, slapped her face, got out of bed. "Come into the other room where we can talk," he said. "Women drive me nuts."
I looked at the telephone by the bed, shook my head. "This blue-eyed twist might get ideas," I said. "I'll keep you both where I can watch you."
Gomez jerked the extension plug from the wall, picked up the telephone and walked across the room.
"I want to talk," he said. "She wants to fight. We'll get nowhere if she's in on the conversation."
"I'll make you pay for this!" Lois stormed. "You can't talk to me like this, you—you gigolo!"
He stepped to the bed.
"Shut up!" he snarled.
"Well, come on," I said impatiently. "If you want to talk, let's talk."
He glared at Lois for a moment, then joined me at the door. Lois started warming up the room with some fancy cursing, but we shut the door and left her to it.
Gomez sat down in an easy chair in the outer room. He ran his fingers through his long oily hair, eyed me the way a snake eyes its first meal after hibernation, said, "Just where do you figure in all this?"
"Killeano's coming after you, buddy," I said, lighting a cigarette. "He knows the only way he can get re-elected is to show the electors that he can handle boys like you. Flaggerty getting knocked off was a break for him. It's given him a chance to show his power. He's sold you out. He'll sell all the other bright boys out too. But you can stop him, if you want to."
"I can stop him all right," Gomez said, clenching his fists. "And I don't want any help or suggestions from you."
"You boys always work the same way," I said, shrugging. "You figure you'll lay for Ed., and fill him full of hot metal. But you won't get near him. He knows you'll come gunning for him, and he'll take precautions. I bet you don't set eyes on him until after the election; then it'll be too late."
Gomez chewed his under-lip, frowning.
"Well, what's your idea, then?"
"An easy way to fix Killeano would be to call at 46 Waterside between eleven-thirty and twelve tonight," I said. "Maybe you didn't know Ed. relaxed in that joint. He has a private room
in the basement, and his mob goes with him. I don't suppose they'll worry you much, will they?"
He brooded, then stood up. "If that's all you can suggest," he said, "you can beat it. And the next time you snoop into this apartment without being invited, you'll be carried out feet first."
"I'm scared," I said, went to the door, opened it, paused. "If you did find Killeano in that cathouse, it'd look good in the press, wouldn't it? Jed Davis would print all the dirt you gave him so long as you gave him proof. I can't see Ed. being re-elected if that kind of news broke on the morning of the election, can you?"
"Get out," he said.
I went.
6
On the outskirts of Paradise Palms a few tumbled-down huts, side by side, sprawled into the darkness. Further along, standing alone, was the only building of importance.
Over its arched doorway, a sign flickered against the night sky. Forty-six.
I had parked the Mercury convertible in a vacant lot some way back, and I approached the building cautiously, keeping in the shadows. Through the open doorway I could hear dance music. The shuttered windows revealed chinks of light.
A man moved out of the shadows, came towards me. I stopped, waited, my liand on my gun butt.
It was Hoskiss.
"Hi, G-man," I said. "Seen this morning's Morning Star?"
"Oh, it's you," he said, peering at me. "Yeah, I saw it all light. I bet Killeano's doing a little thinking."
"I bet you are too," I said. "All ready for some relaxation?"
"I'm ready to go in," he said, eyeing the building dubiously. "But I'd like to know what's cooking."
"You will," I said, "only don't rush me. How many boys did you bring?"
"Six. That enough?"
"I hope so. Tell 'em to keep out of sight. We may not need them, but if we do, they'll have plenty on their hand. While they're waiting they can make themselves useful. I want the telephone in this joint cut off. Can they fix the outside lines?"
"I guess so," he said. "What's the idea?"
"I don't want anyone to tip the cops if trouble starts. We'll have enough on our hands without a load of corrupt Law busting in on us."
"I hope you know what you're doing," Hoskiss said. He sounded worried.
"After the way I handed you those Cubans I think you might exercise a little faith," I said.
"You'd make a swell salesman," Hoskiss said, resigned. "I'll tell them."
I waited. After a while he came back.
"They'll fix it," he said. "Do we go in?"
"We go in," I said. "You got a gun?"
"Yeah," he returned. "I hope you have a permit."
I grinned, walked to the open door, went in.