“Enough for you to disappear for a while?”
“Sure.”
“Then you’ll do it?”
“Do what?”
“Kill Nolan.”
“Try and stop me!”
“Oh,” she smiled, not pacing, stopping in front of him, “I’m not about to do that.”
Next to him, the big guy seemed glum. Sensitive face, Infante thought.
“Now,” she was saying, “when can we expect him to arrive?”
“Nolan? I’d say... couple days. Late tomorrow at the soonest.”
Harold said, “How do you figure that?”
“He’s got Family friends. He’ll want to check with ’em about who sent us. They’ll be able to find out too, pretty easy.”
“Couldn’t he do that with just a phone call?” Julie asked. “Couldn’t he be on his way here right now?”
“I don’t see how,” Infante said. “All he knows is two Family boys tried to kill him. He’s going to figure, at first, that he’s on the shit list for some reason. Which’ll send him off in the wrong direction. He’ll go to Chicago and hit on a few people in person till he finds out what’s going on.”
Julie was nodding. “You’re right” she said. “I know this man; that’s what he’d do.”
Harold said to Infante, “How long will it take him?”
Infante shrugged. “Once he knows the Family didn’t send us, he’ll find you. No question. He’s in tight with some pretty high-up people. A few phone calls, and they’ll have you cold.”
“Julie,” Harold said, “you’ve got Chicago connections. That’s how we got hold of Infante and his partner. Couldn’t you...”
“Sorry,” Infante interrupted, “but any connections you got are much smaller shots than the people Nolan’s tight with. The guy I work for, Mr. Hines, who is in the Bahamas at the moment, didn’t like it when this Nolan came to the Quad Cities, opening up a club. He complained and pretty soon there was a phone call. From a guy named Felix. He’s nobody you ever heard of, but what Sally told me is he’s like the corporate lawyer for the Family. And he told Mr. Hines that Nolan was a personal friend. So Nolan’s well connected, all right.”
“Shit,” Julie said. She wasn’t smiling now.
Harold said to her, “That means you can’t turn to your Chicago friends for help.”
“I don’t dare to, no, dammit,” she said. She had a hand on one hip and rubbed her forehead with her other hand.
“If Nolan’s connected,” Harold continued, “killing... killing him might cause you trouble. Family trouble.”
She shot the man a look that said he was saying too much in front of a relative outsider like Infante.
But Harold pressed on. “You could leave,” he suggested.
“Don’t be silly.”
“He’s right,” Infante said. “Just take off. Your boyfriend and me can handle Nolan.” Infante patted Harold’s shoulder. “We’ll let you know when the smoke clears.”
She laughed. “I told you I know this man, Logan, Nolan, whatever. He’s not easily handled. But he does have a weakness.”
“What’s that?” Infante said.
“Harold,” Julie said, “I’m kind of parched. Get us some Cokes from the machine, would you?”
Harold shrugged, rose; Infante watched the man walk to the door. Graceful for a big guy. He went out.
She sat on the bed next to Infante. She didn’t touch him, but kept her distance.
“Harold’s a bit squeamish,” she said.
“A lot of big guys are soft at the center,” Infante said.
“Harold has his strong points.”
“I bet he does.”
“I just don’t want him hearing what I’m going to tell you.”
“Okay.”
“Nolan’s got this friend. This close friend.”
“Yeah, so?”
“It’s this kid, about twenty. Muscular, curly haired little guy. Cute.”
“Yeah?”
“And they’re close friends. You catch my drift yet?”
“You mean... Nolan and this kid?...”
“Right.”
“He’s living with a broad, for Christ’s sake.”
“So what?”
Infante thought about that, said, “Yeah, right. So he’s double-gaited, so what about it?”
“So I got the kid.”
Infante grinned. “No shit?”
“None at all. I’m keeping him at a place just a few miles from here.”
“He’s your guest, only it wasn’t his idea, you mean.”
“Right. A friend of mine’s sitting on him.”
“I’m liking the sound of this. Go on.”
“I’m not leaving. Or hiding, or anything. I’m waiting for Nolan to show up, and then I’m going to use the kid on him.”
“How?”
“I’ll make Nolan an offer. He figures I owe him, from a past thing. And he won’t be thrilled I sent you and your partner after him. But he likes money. He can be bought. And he likes this kid.”
“So, you’ll settle up with him?”
“I’ll offer him money and give the kid back; all he has to do is just go away.”
“Will he buy that?”
“He’ll do what he has to to get the kid. And the money won’t hurt.”
“I take it he doesn’t know yet that you have this kid?”
Julie smiled. “We grabbed him before he had a chance to get a message out.”
“Where do I come in?”
“When I hand the kid over to him, you’ll kill them both. Any problem with that?”
“No. How’s it going to work, exactly?”
The door opened.
Harold was back with the Cokes. He passed the cans around, and everybody sipped at them. Julie took two slow drinks of hers, then put it on the dresser.
“I’ll be back in touch,” she said.
Harold looked a little confused.
She headed for the door, and Harold, looking back at Infante suspiciously, followed.
“Get some sleep,” she told Infante, and they were gone.
He sat on the bed. The gun nudged his belly again, and he took it out of his waistband and laid it on the bed, next to him, gently. Ten thousand dollars. He smiled.
He took his shower. Hot, steaming shower. He was starting to feel better. Every few minutes, though, he had a grief pang; he came out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around him, and saw the empty double bed and couldn’t hold back the tears.
He sat on the edge of the bed and cried, his body trembling. Now and then rage would flood through him and he’d say, “Kill the fucker.”
He was doing this when another knock came at the door.
He rubbed his hand across his face.
So the woman was back. She ditched the hunk and was going to fill him in on the details. Fine.
He took the gun with him, just in case it wasn’t Julie, and went to the door and cracked it open, and it wasn’t Julie.
It was Nolan.
14
IT WAS well after four in the morning when Nolan let Bob Hale and his dog go back to sleep, and headed out for Sherry’s Datsun in the Barn parking lot. The girl, Toni, followed him. He opened the door on the driver’s side, and the girl grabbed his forearm.
“I’m going with you,” she said.
He didn’t say anything.
“I’m not going to argue with you. I’m going. And that’s the end of it.”
He didn’t say anything.
“You need me. I been to Gulf Port before — know my way around the bars. I know how to find Darlene. That’s the little cunt that tricked Jon into going out to the van for a quickie. She had to be in on it, or at least see what happened, see who grabbed him.”
He didn’t say anything.
“I can find her. I know she hangs around the bars in Gulf Port. Seems to me she might even live there; if not, across the river in Burlington. I can find her. And if you find her, you find Jon. So I’m going. You need me, and I’m not going to argue with you.”