Carr drove past the Sea Horse Motel to get a look. Circling the block, he put the radio microphone in the glove compartment and glanced around the interior of the car to make sure there were no signs that it was a government vehicle. He drove into the motel parking lot and parked near room eleven. In the manager's office, he rang a bell at the counter. A brown cat with a missing ear jumped off the cluttered desk. Television sounds floated from a room shielded by a grimy plastic curtain.
Carr guessed the woman who made a grand entry from behind the curtain to be over three hundred pounds. With her pink curlers and skin-tight sweater and slacks, she looked like an overinflated pool toy.
She took a register card from a drawer and handed it to him along with a pen. "You want the room for a whole night or just a short while? Reason I ask is because a short while is cheaper."
"I might be here a few days."
Her curlers moved as she furrowed her brow.
"You'll have to pay the rent each day. That'll be twelve dollars for tonight."
"Here you are. I'd like to have a room near the ice machine. That's where I parked my car." Carr pointed behind him.
"All the same to me. Here's the key to room twelve. Make sure to pay each day before noon." She pulled her sweater down to reach the horizon of her pants. The sweater popped back up an inch. She disappeared behind the plastic curtain.
Carr walked into room twelve, carrying a Handie-Talkie in a brown paper sack, and sat down at the tiny dressing table with a phone on it. He removed the Handie-Talkie and turned the volume on low.
He held it close to his mouth and pressed the transmit button.
"Nine bravo four seven, this is three tango three one." He turned up the volume slightly.
"This is nine bravo four seven, go ahead."
"Two two this number"-he pulled the telephone closer-"787-9517."
"Wilco. Four seven out."
He turned off the Handie-Talkie and waited, looking at the double bed with white chenille bedspread and the circus-clown prints on each wall. A heater protruded from the wall adjoining room eleven. Above it was a vent.
The phone rang.
"Hello, Alex?"
"Where are you?"
"Sea Horse Motel on Lincoln in Santa Monica. Room twelve. Ronnie's staying in eleven. His girlfriend copped. Says he has a sawed-off. I haven't seen him yet."
"Red is still in his apartment. I'll go back to the office. Jack will stay here on Diamond. At this point, the fewer people we have involv…" Delgado cleared his throat. "Let me know if you need anything."
Carr hung up the phone and switched off the light. In semi-darkness he moved the chair next to the wall heater. He stood on it and, being as quiet as possible, used a flat key to remove the screws from the vent. He took it off the wall and tossed it on the bed.
Through the wire vent cover on the wall of the next room he saw a mirror. In the mirror was a reflection of the man who killed Rico lying on the bed smoking a cigarette.
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TWENTY-THREE
Kelly peered through the binoculars at Red Diamond's front door. He said out loud, "Come on out and go somewhere, you dirty son of a bitch." He could hardly believe it when a moment later Diamond appeared. He started the engine.
Diamond backed his red Chevrolet out of the carport. Kelly ducked down on the seat as the car went past. Once Diamond had turned onto Hollywood Boulevard, Kelly made a tire-squealing U turn and picked up speed. He had to make the same stoplight as Diamond.
Diamond turned north on Gower, passing a group of teenagers in transparent blouses. He sloped down between green landscaping to the Hollywood Freeway.
Kelly smiled. Diamond didn't know he was being followed. Kelly stayed way back, shielded himself behind other cars.
Diamond continued to the Harbor Freeway, then veered where the high green sign said SANTA MONICA FREEWAY. Kelly grabbed the microphone from the glove compartment as Diamond swung his car off at Lincoln Boulevard.
"Three tango three one, this is your old partner. My man's coming atcha. We're a couple minutes away…"
Carr's Handie-Talkie was clipped to his belt. He pressed the transmit button twice to acknowledge Kelly's message. He continued to peer through the vent. The tin edge was marking his forehead. His eyes and nose were completely inside the vent opening. He knew full well this was a violation of law. He could hear the judge now. "The defendant had a reasonable expectation of privacy as he relaxed in his room. If the agent could have observed him without removing the vent cover, he wouldn't have violated his constitutional rights. But since the agent removed the vent he infringed…"
"We just pulled into the motel," Kelly said.
A knock on the door. Ronnie sat up, swung his feet to the floor, crossed to the door, and opened it.
Red Diamond looked pale. "How ya feeling, baby?"
"Fine," Ronnie said. He backed up. Red came in. Ronnie shut and locked the door.
Red rubbed his hands nervously and looked around. "Where's your old lady? I been wanting to meet her."
"She went out to down some paper," Ronnie said. "Have a seat."
"Do you have any questions?" Red sat down but got right up again. "We should get going."
"Yeah. How does this guy know my name?" Ronnie pulled on pants and shirt. "You and me were the only ones who-"
Red had turned on the radio. Rock-and-roll drowned out Ronnie's words.
Carr turned his ear toward the vent, but it didn't help.
Ronnie walked into the bathroom. Red paced and bit his nails. Ronnie came out a few minutes later, shaved and combed. He sat down on the bed and put on his shoes while Red kept talking to him. He nodded his head over and over again.
Carr looked at his watch. It was 6:00 P.M.
Ronnie got off the bed, collected his wallet and change from the dresser, and put them in his pocket.
Red flipped off the radio.
"Where are we going?" Ronnie asked.
"He's in room twelve nineteen at the Plaza penthouse. I called the hotel just a few minutes ago. I've been there before. There's a fire exit at either end of the hallway. When it's over, we can go down the steps to the next floor and get the elevator there. We'll have our car in the big parking lot outside. We can hop back on the freeway before the cops have a chance to get there."
Ronnie picked up a bottle of after-shave from the dresser, poured, and slapped it to his face with both hands. "How much money do you think he'll have in the room?" He capped the bottle again.
"Probably a real load," Red said. "But no matter what, Dio must be snuffed. Him and his fucking gunsel. It's them or us. They may know what you look like, so get your piece out as soon as we go in the door. Get the drop on 'em, and we'll search the place. Once we find his poke, dump both of 'em right then, wipe the shotgun, drop it, and we get the fuck out." Red fumbled in his shirt pocket for a Pall Mall and hung it on a sticky lower lip.
"I still can't figure out how they knew it was me last week," Ronnie said.
"Don't matter. They did." The Pall Mail jiggled as Red talked. He looked at his watch, lit the cigarette, and coughed a few times. "We gotta get going."
Ronnie shrugged into a jacket, and they walked out the door.
Carr said, "Pick me up," into the Handie-Talkie.
Diamond and Boyce drove onto Lincoln Boulevard as Kelly pulled in the back entrance of the motel parking lot. Carr ran outside and jumped in.
"Don't lose 'em now, Jack."
"Any ideas where they're going?" Kelly said. He stepped on the gas.
"My guess is the downtown bus depot to pick up the sawed-off."
"Jesus!" Kelly kept his eyes on the road. "Could you hear them talking in there? What'd they say?"
Carr didn't answer.
The traffic was stop and go all the way downtown. Diamond pulled up in front of the bus depot and parked. Boyce got out and went in the main entrance. He blended in with a crowd of old people, sailors, and Mexican illegals.