The guy with the sunburned nose said, "What's happening, chico?"
I said, "Are you guys brothers?"
"Yeah, why?"
"I just wondered," I said. "Did you get your hair straightened or did he get a perm?"
"Funny," the guy with the sunburn said.
Curly said, "Don't fuck around with him, Paulie. It's hot, let's get him the fuck out of here and get back in the car."
Sunburn nodded. "He's right, chico. Let's hear it, what are you doing standing out here looking at the club?"
"You guys work for the club?" I said.
"We're asking the questions, chico, and we're getting tired of it. What are you doing here?"
"I'm staying in the sun," I said, "trying to get my nose to peel like yours. It's cute as a button."
"Okay, pal," Curly said, "enough. You either haul your ass out of here now, or we drop you right here on the street."
"Eek," I said.
"You don't think we'll do it?"
"I'm not sure you can," I said. "There's only two of you."
"Listen, stupid," the guy with the sunburn said, "you don't know who you're dealing with. You are getting yourself in really bad trouble."
"Who am I dealing with?" I said.
"You'll find out-if you don't smarten up."
"Listen," I said. "This is getting boring. You guys are stuck. They sent you over here to run me off but they told you not to make any trouble. So you can threaten me, but you can't back it up, because you were told not to."
"You think so, huh?"
"Jesus, who writes your dialogue? Yeah, I think so. The point here is to get me to stop causing trouble here, not to escalate it."
"Say that's right," Curly said. "That don't mean that you ain't going to run into trouble someplace else, if you get my drift."
"Yeah, that's occurred to me. But see, you think I'm scared of you. You're used to it. Most people are scared of you. 'Cause you're official badasses, and you walk around with guns, and call people chico. What you don't understand is that you should be scared of me."
The three of us stood there silently. Then the guy with the sunburn jerked his head at his brother and they turned and walked back to the Olds.
"You'll see us again," he said, and got in the car. The engine cranked and the car backed up with a lot of engine noise and tire squealing. I waved good-bye as it backed into Boylston Street and pulled away. When they were gone I walked up to the corner and found a pay phone in a drugstore and called Henry Cimoli at the Harbor Health Club.
"I need Hawk," I said. "I'm hanging around outside the Crown Prince Club, you know where that is?"
"Yeah, I know. It's a whorehouse for Yuppies," Henry said.
"Unkind," I said.
"But true," Henry said. "I'll tell him."
I bought a package of peanut butter Nabs at the check-out counter and went back down the alley and leaned against my car some more and ate the Nabs.
At five-ten Hawk parked behind me in the alley and got out and walked over to me. He had on a pale lavender sport jacket over a pink tank top. His slacks were creamy linen and his shoes off-gray. He had on wraparound sunglasses and his head gleamed in the late afternoon sun.
"You been here all day trying to get up courage to go in the Crown Prince Club," Hawk said. "And you want me to walk you over."
"I been standing here all day," I said, "and first the doorman came over and asked me to leave, and then two gunnies came around and told me to leave."
"You still here," Hawk said.
"Yeah, but I think maybe I need someone to keep an eye on my back."
"Who the gunnies?" Hawk said.
"Don't know. They were maybe thirty, brothers, southern European, one of them called the other one Paulie."
"Well, we know Perry Lehman connected."
"Yep."
"How come you standing around out here annoying everybody?" Hawk said.
"I don't know what else to do," I said. "So I figured if I annoyed Lehman enough maybe something would happen and I'd know what to do."
"You good at annoying," Hawk said.
"Years of study," I said.
"Yeah," Hawk said, "but you had a natural talent to start with."
28
At about a quarter to six, Perry Lehman came out of the Crown Prince Club. The doorman came with him. The doorman opened the door of a stretch limo, Perry got in and the stretch limo pulled away. I got in my car and followed it. We turned left onto Boylston and right onto Charles and left onto Beacon and headed west. The traffic was still heavy and the limo didn't go fast. There were a lot of stops. It wasn't hard to follow Lehman, but I wanted him to see me following, and with heavy traffic it took some doing. At six thirty-five the limo pulled into a long, curving drive in Chestnut Hill near the reservoir. I went right in behind it. The drive curved up among flowering shrubs and green lawn. The limo stopped under a portico in front of an enormous white chateau-style home. I pulled up behind it. A black man in a light gray three-piece suit came out to open the door, and another one came out dressed the same and stood beside the limo and looked at my car.
Lehman got out of the limo and turned and stared at me. The guy holding the door closed it and the limo pulled away. I sat in my car and looked back at Lehman. He said something to the two attendants and they all looked at me. Then the two black guys came over to my car.
"Mr. Lehman wishes to know what you want."
"Awful warm for a vest, isn't it?" I said.
"State your business, please."
"Actually I'm with the National Organization for Women, and I was wondering if Mr. Lehman would care to express himself on sexism in the marketplace."
The two men looked at each other. "Equal pay for equal worth?" I said.
The guy talking to me had a small vertical scar on his upper lip. He turned toward Lehman.
"He's talking shit, Mr. Lehman, you want us to get hold of him?"
Lehman didn't move any closer. "I want him to get the fuck out of here and leave me alone," he said.
"You hear the man?"
"Tell him I can't hear him from so far away," I said. "Tell him to come closer."
The other guard said, "Man, you're crazy. You fighting to get yourself hurt."
"Get him out of here," Lehman said. His voice had risen slightly.
I yelled out the window of my car, "Hey, Perry, who's Warren?"
"Huh?"
"Ginger Buckey went to St. Thomas with Warren and ditched him and took off with a musician. Who's Warren?"
"Get him out of here." Lehman's voice was higher. "Now, get rid of him, I don't care how you do it."
"Drive off," said the guard with the scar, "or we drive it off for you with you in the trunk."
I put the car in gear and rolled on around the driveway. Slowly. Lehman had backed up into the front doorway. As I went by he said, "You're going to get yourself killed." His voice was high and shaky. "You're going to get killed."
I made a small V sign at him and drove on down the drive and parked out on Beacon Street opposite the driveway with the motor running. My old Subaru had given out after 126,000 miles and I had a new one, a turbo coupe with four-wheel drive. The turbo meant it would go pretty fast, and if I had to thwart a villain during inclement weather I could put it into four-wheel drive. Right now going fast seemed more important. The two bodyguards walked down to the end of the drive and looked at me parked across the street. I shot at them with my forefinger. And smiled. The guy with the scar said something to his buddy, the buddy looked at me and said something back to the guy with the scar. He shook his head and they stood and looked at me. I looked back. We did that until it got dark and I got tired and the gas gauge began to get low on the idling car and I put it in gear and turboed off to bed.