“Your phone rang while you were out there,” Coop said. “About twenty minutes ago.”
I checked the display and found that Janet had called. A large shadow crossed the window, and I looked up and saw Quinn standing a few yards away. Coop flashed him a signal, and Quinn opened the side door and joined me.
“How’d it go?” he asked.
“Pretty much the way I thought it would. No sale.”
“What’s our next move?”
I motioned for Quinn to raise the privacy glass so we could talk. Though we trusted Coop, we were in DeMeo’s town. No sense forcing him to choose between us.
“DeMeo made you out there,” I said.
“Yeah, I know,” Quinn said. “He had nine guys surrounding the place.”
“Still,” I said.
“According to Tony,” Quinn said, “they been there since midnight.”
Midnight! No wonder they saw him. “Who’s Tony?”
“One of DeMeo’s guys. At the end, we talked some. He recommended a restaurant, Miceli’s.”
“He’ll probably be waiting there for you with an Uzi,” I said.
Quinn shrugged. “So DeMeo won’t pay. No surprise there. Got a backup plan?”
“We’re going to rob him,” I said.
“Joe DeMeo.”
“Unless you’re scared.”
“How much you taking?”
“Twenty-five million,” I said, “maybe more. Ten for Addie, two for each of us.”
Quinn cocked his head. “That leaves more than ten million on the table.”
“We’ll need some help.”
Quinn nodded. “I’m in.”
We lowered the partition, and I told Coop where to take us. Quinn said, “Hey, Coop, you know a restaurant called Miceli’s?”
“I do,” Coop said. “Pizza’s good; all the waiters sing to you. They got a pie they call the Meat House: pepperoni, sausage, meatballs, salami. If you decide to go there, get that one.”
We turned the corner and passed a couple of protesters holding global warming signs. “Not much of a turnout,” I said.
Coop chuckled. “There’s usually a bunch of them. They got a chart from the fifties, tells them what the average weather used to be. Every day it’s warmer than that, they gather at that corner to bitch about it. But when the weather’s this nice, most of them sneak off to the beach.”
I hit the voice mail button on my cell phone, and my ex-wife Janet shrieked, “You bastard!” She went off on me with such gusto I had to hold the phone away from my ear. Quinn laughed, and Coop just shook his head. I grinned. I mean, I wasn’t happy she was upset, even less happy she blamed me for it, but what was I going to do, right? She finished her screaming fit with a flourish, and Quinn said, “What the hell did you do to her, anyway?”
“She didn’t go into detail,” I said, “but the bottom line is she’s not getting married.”
Coop said, “So… is that bad news? Or good?”
“Bad for me, good for her,” I said. In my mind, I allowed one of my spinning plates to crash.
CHAPTER 19
After her divorce from Donovan Creed three years ago, Janet and Kimberly moved to the sleepy town of Darnell, West Virginia, where Janet’s best friend, Amy, had made a comfortable, happy home after marrying one of Darnell’s native sons.
Amy made it her mission in life to find Janet a husband. Janet gave it a shot, but after two years of dreadful setups, she was about to swear off men completely. Then, suddenly, Amy introduced her to a nice guy from Charleston.
Janet was caught completely off guard by the casually sophisticated Ken Chapman-so much so that a mere eight months of heavy dating led to a wedding announcement.
Kimberly thought her mom was rushing things, but she had to admit, Janet was happy for the first time in years. To her father, Kimberly played down the courtship, saying, “I think what’s happening is Mom is talking herself into being in love, but it doesn’t feel right.”
One sunny morning while Janet was straightening up the living room, she opened the front door to find a thin, pretty girl in a sunhat wearing large, round sunglasses. The lady introduced herself as Kathleen Gray and said, “I don’t want to cause you any problems; I just want to talk to you about Ken Chapman.”
Janet stiffened. “Look Miss… whatever your name is…”
“Gray.”
“Miss Gray. I don’t know who you are or what you’re talking about, but I’m rather busy right now, so if you don’t mind…”
“But I do mind. I need to ease my conscience. If you’ll allow me the courtesy of three minutes, I promise to never bother you again.”
Janet looked at the manila folder Kathleen was holding. “Whatever you’ve brought,” she said, “I’m not interested.”
Kathleen held out her hand. “Janet,” she said, “Gray is my maiden name. My married name was Chapman. Mrs. Kenneth Chapman.”
Janet’s face flushed crimson. “Miss Gray, I have no interest in anything you have to say about my fiance. I have an ex-husband of my own, but I don’t go around saying disparaging things about him to everyone he dates.”
Kathleen shook her head. “Really, Janet, you don’t need to be upset. I’m not in Ken’s life, and there are no children involved, so you and I don’t have to be friends. I’m just trying to ease my mind, the same way you might do for the next one who comes along. My story’s short and simple. May I come in?”
“Oh, do come in, by all means,” said Janet, making no effort to hide her sarcasm.
Kathleen took a moment to study the photos of Ken and Janet on the fireplace mantle. Then she turned to face Janet Creed. “I hope it’ll be different for you,” she said. “I really do.”
“Well I’m sure it will be. For one thing, I’m not a pushy person.”
Kathleen smiled. “If you’re ever in my situation someday, I hope you do a better job of it than me.”
“I’m sure I will,” said Janet. “Anything else?”
“Just this.” Kathleen removed her hat and sunglasses. The sight of Kathleen’s blood-red eyes surrounded by massive bruises stunned Janet into silence. There was an egg-sized lump on the side of Kathleen’s head and strangulation marks on her neck. Kathleen unbuttoned her blouse and turned her back to Janet, revealing dozens of black and blue welts that covered her back and shoulders, each the approximate size of a man’s fist.
Janet’s pulse began to race. She felt her throat constricting. Her knees buckled, and she had to put her hand on the back of the sofa to steady herself. By the time Kathleen buttoned her blouse and put her hat back on, Janet regained some of her composure.
“I’m sorry for your condition, Miss Gray, but surely you don’t expect me to believe Ken did this to you. I’ve known him, intimately, for eight months.”
Kathleen’s lip trembled slightly. She nodded.
“Have you been sleeping with him?” asked Janet. “Is that what this is about?”
“No. He did this to me yesterday, as a warning.”
Janet’s world started to whirl. “Warning about what?”
“He didn’t want me to tell you he beat me throughout our marriage.”
Janet felt a sudden rush of nausea. “I don’t believe it,” she said.
Kathleen sighed. “I’m not surprised. I wouldn’t have believed it either. Look, I’m not trying to influence you or tell you how to live. I’m not saying Ken hasn’t changed. I hope he’ll be different with you.”
While Janet found Kathleen’s words impossible to believe, there was something in her voice that rang true. Janet said, “I don’t understand. Did you threaten him somehow? Did you tell him you were planning to see me?”