"About the other thing, the rape thing, definitely no. I wouldn't say what I did can be called rape. Yeah, I got a bot-de of wine down her. Maybe I put some grain alcohol in it, I really can't remember for sure, but who hasn't done that, pal? It's true she kept telling me no when I tried to get her dress off. Kept saying she didn't want to. But lots of times I've had women say no, but then they end up saying yes. How's a guy supposed to know?"
I found his nervous, locker room laughter nauseating.
A few moments later, I listened to him say, "No, I don't have the medallion. I sold it to my primary employer, Mr. Ivan Bauerstock." Then: "Look, pal, I can't talk about that. I really can't. Believe me, you don't want to know the truth, 'cause they'll come looking for you. Seriously. You talk about political juice, pal? Fucker's got tons of it."
I had to get Rossi up on the casting deck and nearly rolled him into the water before I taped him saying, "How did I become involved with my primary employer, Mr. Ivan Bauerstock? Just for the record, in case the wrong person hears this, I got the whole story written down at my attorney's office, and he's been instructed to mail my sworn statement to the DA's office if anything weird ever happens to me. Like if I just disappear. Keep that in mind."
I had to thump him a third time before he said, "Okay, okay, the way I got involved with the family is, I like to collect Indian artifacts. Bauerstock, he's the same, only I didn't know that at the time. This was like fifteen years ago. The Bauerstock family, they got a lot of property on Marco and back in the 'glades, Indian mounds all over the place. The estate on Marco-it's called Indian Hill-I'd go up there and dig. Not with permission, understand. I'd climb the fence. If they'd seen me, they'd of called the cops. It was no skin off their nose, but property owners, they're bastards like that.
"This one afternoon, it was about the same time of year, October, I climbed the fence like I always did, and I was digging and sifting on the highest mound when I heard a girl's voice out of nowhere say, 'You won't find anything there, mister.' Turned and here's this teenage girl standing there looking at me. Kind of a pretty girl with blond hair. She's dressed up like she's going to church. Yellow dress, white gloves. In fact, that's what I figured 'cause it was a Sunday. She says, 'You're digging in the wrong place.' Something like that, and I figure she's being a smart-ass, so I tell her to fuck off, get the hell away from me. So what's she do? She smiles at me and drops this beautiful little Spanish chevron bead into my hands-had to be four hundred years old and worth a hundred bucks even then. She says, 'I hope this makes you happier,' or words kind'a close. Then she walks away."
I listened carefully, trying to remain relaxed and in control as Rossi continued, "Next time I see her, it's like half an hour later. I'd walked to the top of the highest mound, and I was looking down through the gumbo trees and there she is again. Only this time, Bauerstock is with her. He was doing something to her. It looked like he was hugging her, but from behind. I couldn't figure it out, so I kept watching. There was something weird about it, almost like they were dancing, kind of swaying back and forth. Then I realized, the girl was tied to a rope. It was tied around her neck, and Bauerstock was holding her arms down, using his weight. What he was doing was killing her. And he did. He murdered the teenage girl, then he started to play with her a little bit. Reminded me of a cat. But then his old man come along and stopped him. I watched for a while, then I left."
I punched off the recorder, my hands shaking, "It was Ted Bauerstock."
"Hell yes, it was Ted. He's a freak."
"Then say it. Say his name!"
Rossi had played ^ 1 it smart and cool. After watching the murder, he'd backtracked, climbed the fence and returned to the cheap motel where he was staying. He got a pen and paper and wrote down everything that he'd seen. He made copies at a Winn-Dixie, stopped at the first law office he came to, sealed his statement in an envelope and got a signed receipt for it.
He waited a couple of days before he telephoned Ivan Bauerstock.
"What got me was, the old man was like, it's no big deal. Like it was just another business matter he had to take care of. He's always treated Ted like something in a trophy case. I asked him once how much he figured he'd paid out to keep the kid's record clean. The way Mr. Bauerstock looked at me, I knew I better never ask him anything like that again. Ted does something, it's never mentioned, so it's like it never happened. One thing I learned early on, pal, money's all that matters in this world. Money and power. You got money, you can get away with anything. Murder, drugs, you name it."
Rossi went for the money: a long-term deal. If Ivan Bauerstock set him up in the contracting business, guaranteed him work, Rossi would never mention what he saw that day.
"It's played out good for both of us. I worked my ass off, pal. I made a bundle and I made it on my own. Old man Bauerstock, he couldn't have gotten better or for less. Then it turns out I got the thing in common about hunting artifacts. We get a new development project, first thing we go after is the burial sites. See? Kind of adds a little fun to the job."
I switched off the recorder before I asked, "Ivan Bauerstock is the collector?"
"No. Well, he buys stuff for his kid, but Teddy's the one. He's crazy about artifacts. His dad says it's 'cause he used to screw their colored maid, who was like a voodoo woman or some such thing. She had a big influence on him. Teddy collects artifacts like he's starving for the stuff. Wears the shit, prays to it for all I know. He's nuts.
"After the thing with the girl, him killing her, the old man sent him off to some private loony farm. Then kept him in very strict private schools after that, making sure he didn't get into any more trouble. As long as Ted stays righteous, the old man gives him anything he wants. He made it through college okay, been practicing law for his dad's companies, no problems that I know of. So he's like rehabilitated. But he's still nuts. Lately, it's that wooden carving. Ted was putting all kinds of pressure on his old man. He had to have it. Their luck had been running kind of bad, the old man's businesses, too. We find them that wooden carving, or maybe another gold medallion, that was supposed to change their luck. Give them more power, whatever. Ted even tracked down the girl's father, thinking maybe he had the same gift for finding stuff. But Dart Copeland, he's a bum, a drunk. Talk about nuts? Ted hired him anyway 'cause the guy had unusual eyes."
Still lying on the deck, Rossi stopped, tried to turn and get more comfortable, but couldn't. "So that's about it, pal. What you say, you cut me loose, then we go on back and have a beer? One day, we'll probably laugh about this shit, huh? A tough guy! Come down here to rough you up a little and I run into another tough guy. What're the fucking chances?"
The recorder was off. I placed it in the black briefcase, stepped over Rossi and stored the bag in a dry locker. "Where's the Bauerstocks' ranch? How do you get there?"
"Easy, only I don't try going in there without an invite. They got fences, cameras, the whole works. Security you wouldn't believe. You know where Port of the Islands is on the Tamiami Trail, east of Naples? They own about a thousand acres west of there, but that's the road you take in. Get within a mile of the mansion, though, someone will stop your car."
"What about by water?"
"Water? What'a you mean, water?"
"How hard would it be to go in there by boat?"
"By boat, yeah, I hadn't thought about that. The back way, you mean. They got water access. A river cuts in behind their place, and it's connected to the long canal that leads in from the islands. I can't remember its name. Hey, pal? You gonna let me go now, right? I cooperated. I'm gonna have to move out of Florida now that I spilled the beans. Maybe even outta the country, because of it. But, hey, I told you everything you wanted to know. I was honest."