“I’d like to finish what we started, Skip. We’ve got two days, and if the weather holds we could make another six, seven thousand dollars. That is so huge. Do you really want to walk away from that?”
“It’s just the money?”
“Mostly.”
I could tell from the tone of his voice it wasn’t. “What else? What could make you stay in a place like this? Where people take potshots at your truck and steal your money? Where people basically threaten you? Where people die? Huh?”
“It’s a whole lot of things, Skip. It’s the money, okay. More money than you and I’ve made in a while. It’s that, and some of it is that I’m pissed. I feel like going down to Stan’s wagon and whipping somebody’s ass.”
“You couldn’t whip anyone’s ass.”
“Not only that, I wouldn’t know whose ass to whip.”
We both laughed.
“But it’s a little more than even that. I’m watching this little business venture, with Cashdollar, Thomas LeRoy, the full-timers, and his cadre of suits — ”
“Cadre?”
He hesitated. “Wrong word?”
“No. I just didn’t know you threw around words like that.”
He shot me a nasty look. “Anyway, his cadre of suits and employees, I’m watching these guys. And I’ve got to tell you, pal, I’m impressed. They may be doing the wrong things for the wrong reasons, but there’s a lot of business tips to be had. This is like a dream, where everything this guy touches turns to gold.”
“Are you serious?”
“I am. I’ve never worked for, or with, an organization like this, and besides the money, besides being somewhat pissed, I say we stick around and get an education. And let’s face it, Skip, we’d be stupid to leave two more days of money on the table. Saturday and Sunday could be huge. Am I right?”
I was a college graduate, with a finance/business degree. And James was right. There were lessons here that we’d never learned at Sam and Dave University. Was I crazy? Yeah. I was. I must have been because I said, “You’re right. It’s too good to pass up. But we watch each other’s backs. Somebody’s screwing with us and we’ve got to be aware of that.”
“I’m with you, pally. I didn’t tell you, but Brook is coming in tomorrow. She offered to help a little — maybe spell you for a while.”
“We have to divide the profits?”
“Amigo,” I could hear him sigh, “she did bankroll the entrance fee. I’m thinking a couple hundred bucks for the day?”
“What the hell.”
“You know, Skip, there’s something about Cashdollar and these three deaths. You mentioning it just seems to have started this whole chain of events.”
“Yeah. And James — ”
“What?”
“We’ve got to start watching more comedies. I say we rent The Producers and drink some beer and laugh our asses off.”
“Skip, fuck you. Go to sleep.”
At that very moment my cell phone rang.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I checked the number. I knew it by heart. “Em.”
“Hey, you.”
I didn’t know what to say. I’d thought about what to say for three months. I’d talked it out in my head so much that it was almost real. And then when she finally called, I didn’t have a clue.
“Skip?”
“I’m here.”
“I’m back.”
“Yeah. I kind of knew that.”
“Been checking up on me?”
“What do you want me to say?”
“Maybe that you missed me.”
“I missed you. Are you okay?”
“I am. Where are you? You sound funny.”
I glanced over at James. He was sitting up, and even in the dark I could see he was watching me intently. He knew what I’d been going through. James was the only other person in the world who I’d told about Em getting pregnant, and I knew he was worried about how her return would affect me. “I’m in the back of the truck. James and I are doing this food thing out at Oleta River Park and there’s this revival meeting and we’re staying over because the truck has some problems and — ”
“Whoa. You lost me in the back of the truck.”
“It’s a really long story.”
“Where will you be tomorrow at nine?”
“Morning?”
“Morning.”
“Oleta River Park. The place where they have the kayak tours? Right on the Intracoastal. Em, we took a kayak trip last year, remember?” We’d done something else there too. Back in a private grassy area by a picnic table. I was pretty sure that was still in her mind.
Silence on the other end and I thought maybe I’d lost her. “Of course, I remember.”
Actually we’d been to the park a couple of times. We’d found a place where we could be all alone and — then they have a little outdoor restaurant that serves great burgers. She loved them.
“By the causeway? With the picnic shelters? That’s twenty minutes from here if the traffic isn’t bad. Why don’t I pick you up and you can tell me all about it over breakfast?”
I closed my eyes and said a silent thank you. “Why don’t you do just that.”
“You’re buying, Skip.”
James had $600 that he made off of my $20 stake. He could at least give me breakfast money. “You’re on.”
“Hey, for what it’s worth, I missed you too.”
And then she was gone.
He didn’t say a word. “No comment?” I asked.
“No.”
“I’m doing breakfast with her tomorrow morning. I’ll need sixty bucks.”
“Yeah. South Beach breakfasts aren’t cheap.”
“It’s funny, man. It’s like three months never happened.”
“I’m happy for you, dude. Truly happy. You need a little Em in your life.”
“In light of everything that’s happened tonight, you gonna be okay by yourself?”
“Hey. I assume someone will be here to work on the truck. Who’s gonna fuck with us at nine in the morning? Besides, Brook is coming in sometime in the a.m.”
“All right. That does it. Want to do shifts tonight, stay awake and watch for trouble, or do you think we’re safe?”
“Nah. We’re safe.”
But I stayed up half the night. Coffee, beer, being robbed, having the tires blown out, being threatened by a carney, and thinking about my breakfast with Em, I couldn’t clear my head.
About three in the morning I took a slow walk down to Stan’s wagon. Everything was still, quiet, and the grass was wet from the rain. A night bird let out a low moan. Maybe an owl, maybe a dove.
“You got business here?”
The voice scared the hell out of me. A tall, skinny, shadowy figure stepped out from behind the tenderloin truck parked one up from Stan’s.
“Ah, you’re one of those kids who played poker with us, right?” It was Dusty, the retired schoolteacher. He’d reminded me of a math teacher I’d once had. Slim, glasses, and his remaining blond hair going gray.
“You scared me to death.” I could make out his silhouette in the moonlight, and it looked to me like he was carrying a pistol in his right hand.
“Some of us take turns as night security. That way we don’t have to hire off-duty cops. We just take care of our little community by ourselves.”
I wondered how many of them had guns. “How many are some of us?” My guess was the six full-timers.
“Do you need to know?”
I was wired, and probably a little mouthier than I should have been. “Where was someone when somebody broke into our truck and stole today’s receipts? Where was security when someone shot out the tires on our truck? It doesn’t sound to me like your security is very effective.”
The slight man was quiet for a moment. “Didn’t say it was a perfect setup. What is? You’ll get your truck fixed.”
“And the money?”
“Grow up, son. You paid to play. Accept the consequences.”
He seemed to be totally aware of the situation. Even though we hadn’t told a soul.
It was the beer talking, two cups of coffee keeping me awake past my bedtime, and the thought or maybe the dread of seeing my once-upon-a-time girlfriend for the first time in three months, but I decided to push my luck. “Dusty, how long have you been with Cashdollar?”