The eulogy was short, even though Father Gilligan had spent the last two days trying to think of nice things to say about the departed soul (whose contributions to the church made the widow’s mite look lavish). But what with music and passages from the Scriptures, it was a respectable sendoff...
“ ‘He leads me beside still waters; he restores my soul...’ ”
Carrie Steiner, somehow managing to look chic in a dark suit and veil, kept her head bowed... It’s odd, she told herself, but I feel no remorse. I feel nothing. Maybe relief, that’s what I feel. Like I’ve been led beside still waters.
I tried to understand Phil and his drinking. And his women. I even tried after he struck me with his fist the first time. He was drunk. But he usually was, when he was with me. And then he’d get in that car and go tomcatting. He thought he had it made when I started making his drinks for him. He became accustomed to it. He didn’t notice when I started adding a new ingredient. I wonder if Doc Skates really knows how much his pills helped me?
Am I a murderer? Murderess?... I don’t even care. Maybe I should get a medal. I’m not going to worry about it...
Father Gilligan was still reading from the Bible...
“ ‘Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death...” ’
In his rear pew, deputy Huber thought it was ironic that the priest would mention valleys. That was some valley Steiner rode into. Bastard never would walk any place. He was out so cold in that Jaguar when I found him that I couldn’t slap him awake. Maybe. I should have hauled him off to the jail... But, no... he would have gotten off... Steiner money... Sonbitch didn’t even care that he got my daughter in trouble, didn’t know of the agony she went through after her visit to that quack abortionist he sent her to... No, I did the right thing. Just pushed good old Phil and his Jag over the edge into the “valley of the shadow of death.” That makes me a murderer, I guess. Hell, I should get a medal...
Cass Skates and his wife sat directly behind the family.
“ ‘Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life...’ ”
Lord help us all, thought Doc Skates. Poor Carrie, sitting there full of guilt, thinks her tranquilizers did him in. Sure had a load of ’em in his stomach. But she just put the poor boob to sleep.
And Huber, back there, thinks he finished the job. Should have been more careful about his car tracks, but by the time the ambulance guys finished, no one was to know. Except me.
Can’t say I can fault him for what he tried to do. I’ll never forget what a mess that abortionist made of his kid’s insides. And I saw others who had fallen for Steiner’s money and his damned car.
Tough buzzard, though. Cut all to hell in that valley and still alive when I got there. Probably could have pulled his through, although he was close to the edge. I thought I had messed it up when I had to go back for my bag... One extra little cut with a scalpel was all it took... Well, doctors hold lives in their hands every day. Maybe I can be excused for dropping one...
“ ‘...and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.’ ”
The Method
by Jackie Ritchie
No one in the organization could do the job. It required an outsider — someone who would not be bothered by the bizarre method of execution!
It was agreed that we had to get rid of Vito Rozsa and the assignment was given to me because I knew where I could get the man to do the job.
Julius Antonucci sighed as he gazed at the others gathered at the long table. “I just don’t understand Vito. He seems to have no respect for anybody else’s territory. His piece of the city is every bit as good as any one of ours, but he not only admits raiding, he seems to glory in it and dares us to do anything about it.”
I concurred. “If we don’t police ourselves, who will? We have to get rid of Vito once and for all. We should never have recruited him in the first place. We’ll have to be more careful in the future.”
However exterminating Vito might present something of a problem. I could not do the work myself. Neither could anyone in the organization. In this case, the matter would have to be handled by an outsider and I thought that I had the man.
Joseph Mathias. He was something of a giant, perhaps six foot-five and dull-witted. He had managed to get his picture in the newspapers a number of times, usually in connection with murder investigations, but he had never yet been jailed.
After our meeting adjourned, I went back home and changed to a sports jacket and slacks. I also put on a bow tie.
It was nearly midnight when I arrived at Mathias’ apartment. I pressed the buzzer at his door and waited.
When Mathias answered, he was in pajamas. Evidently he had been sleeping. His eyes were hostile. “What the hell is it?”
I smiled slightly. “I have a job for you. One which will pay you well. Very well.”
His eyes narrowed. “What kind of a job?”
“A few minutes of work. Just the sort of thing at which you excell.”
He let me into the room. “I’m listening.”
I told him what I wanted done, though not yet why or how.
He appeared interested, but still wary. “Why come to me?”
“Let us not play,” I said. “I know you will do the job. It pays ten thousand dollars. Five now and five after you have completed the assignment.”
He studied me. “Just who are you?”
“It isn’t at all necessary that you know.”
“Is this a syndicate job?”
“We prefer to think of ourselves as an extended family.” I removed an envelope from my pocket and handed it to him.
He counted the fifty one hundred dollar bills enclosed. “All right. Any particular time? Maybe you want to line up an alibi or something?”
“We think that noon tomorrow would be most appropriate.” I gave him Vito’s address. “You will find him in his apartment. He will be drugged and in a coma.”
“Drugged?”
I lied again. “Yes.” And then I told the truth. “He will be unconscious and offer no resistance.”
“Who’s going to drug him?”
“That does not concern you, but it will be done.”
“If he’s going to be unconscious, why can’t you do the job yourself? Why shell out ten thousand bucks to hire me?”
“Let us say that for sentimental reasons, none of us can bring ourselves to commit the act. After all, he is a member of the organization.”
And then I told him how Vito was to be terminated.
He blinked. “You’re kidding.”
“Not at all. I, of course, was against anything so barbaric. However one does not argue with the man who sits at the head of the table once he has made his decision.”
Mathias stared at me and possibly a vagrant suspicion crossed his mind. If it did, my attire, especially the bow tie, probably dispelled it.
He shrugged. “If that’s the way you want it done, that’s the way I’ll do it. But it’s crazy.”
The next evening at ten, I went to Vito’s apartment on the nineteenth floor of the Tannhauser building. I pressed the buzzer at his door. There was no answer.
I used the set of keys with which I had provided myself and finally found one which allowed me to enter. I went to Vito’s bedroom.
Yes, Mathias had done his job well. Probably just one blow. I doubted very much that Mathias could have brought himself to strike another.
I could picture what had happened. There had been a shriek, of course. Certainly Vito would not have gone easily. I shuddered.
And where would I find Mathias now? In his apartment waiting for the second five thousand dollars? I rather doubted that.