"You want to fill Drew in on everything you come up with," Tommy assured me. "Some little bit you hand him, might not look like anything to you, and it might fit with something he already has and it's just what he needs, you know what I mean?Even if it looks like nothing all by itself."
"I can see how that would work."
"Sure. Call him once a day, give him whatever you got. I know you don't file reports, but you don't mind checking in regular by phone, do you?"
"No, of course not."
"Great," he said. "That's great, Matt. Let me get us a couple more of these." He went to the bar, came back with fresh drinks. "Soyou been out in my part of the world, huh? Like it out there?"
"I like your neighborhood better than Cruz and Herrera's."
"Shit, I hope so. What, were you out by the house?My house?"
I nodded."To get a sense of it. You have a key, Tommy?"
"A key?You mean a house key? Sure, I'd have to have a key to my own house, wouldn't I? Why? You want a key to the place, Matt?"
"If you don't mind."
"Jesus, everybody's been through there, cops, insurance, not to mention the spics." He took a ring of keys from his pocket, removed one and held it out to me. "This is for the front door," he said. "You want the side door key too? That's how they went in, there's cardboard taped up where they broke a pane to let themselves in."
"I noticed it this afternoon."
"So what do you need with the key? Just pull off the cardboard and let yourself in. While you're at it, see if there's anything left worth stealing and carry itoutta there in a pillowcase."
"Is that how they did it?"
"Who knows how they did it? That's how they do it on television, isn't it? Jesus, look at that, willya? They take each other'spictures, they trade cameras and take 'emall over again. There's a lot of 'emstay at this hotel, that's why they come in here." He looked down at his hands, clasped loosely on the table in front of him. His pinkie ring had turned to one side and he reached to straighten it. "The hotel's not bad," he said, "but I can't stay here forever. You pay day rates, it adds up."
"Will you be moving back to Bay Ridge?"
He shook his head. "What do I need with a place like that? It was too big for the two of us and I'd rattle around there by myself. Forgetting about the feelings connected with it."
"How did you come to have such a large house for two people, Tommy?"
"Well, it wasn't for two." He looked off, remembering. "It was Peg's aunt's house. What happened, she put up the money to buy the place. She had some insurance money left after she buried her husband some years ago, and we needed a place to live because we had the baby coming. You knew we had a kid that died?"
"I think there was something in the paper."
"In the death notice, yeah, I put it in. We had a boy, Jimmy. He wasn'tright, he had congenital heart damage and some mental retardation. Hedied, it was just before his sixth birthday."
"That's hard, Tommy."
"It was harder for her. I think itwoulda been worse than it was except he didn't live at home after the first few months. The medical problems, you couldn't really cope in a private home, you know what I mean? Plus the doctor took me aside and said, look, Mr.Tillary, the more your wife gets attached to the kid, the rougher it'sgonna be on her when the inevitable happens. Because they knew he wasn'tgonna live more than a couple of years."
Without saying anything he got up and brought back fresh drinks. "So it was the three of us," he went on, "me and Peg and the aunt, and she had her room and her own bath an' all on the third floor, an' it was still a big house for three people, but the two women, you know, they kept each other company. And then when the old woman died, well, we talked about moving, but Peg was used to the house and used to the neighborhood." He took a breath and let his shoulders drop. "What do I need, big house, drive back and forth or fight the subway, whole thing's a pain in the ass. Soon as all this clears up I'll sell the place, find myself a little apartment in the city."
"What part of town?"
"You know, I don't even know. AroundGramercyPark is kind of nice. Or maybe theUpper East Side. Maybe buy a co-op in a decent building. I don't need a whole lot of space." He snorted. "I could move in withwhatsername. You know. Carolyn."
"Oh?"
"You know we work at the same place. I see her there every day. 'I gave at the office.' " Hesighed. "I beensort ofstayin ' away from the neighborhood until all of this is cleared up."
"Sure."
And then we got on the subject of churches, and I don't remember how. Something to the effect that bars kept better hours thanchurches, that churches closed early. "Well, they got to," he said, "on account of the crime problem. Matt, when we were kids, who ever heard of somebody stealing from a church?"
"I suppose it happened."
"I suppose it did but when did you ever hear of it? Nowadays you got a different class of people, they don't respect anything. Of course there's that church inBensonhurst, I guess they keep whatever hours they want to."
"What do you mean?"
"I thinkit'sBensonhurst. Big church, I forget the name of it. Saint Something or other."
"That narrows it down."
"Don't you remember? Couple of years ago two black kids stole something off the altar. Gold candlesticks, whatever the hell it was. And it turns out DominicTutto's mother goes to mass there every morning. The capo, runs half ofBrooklyn?"
"Oh, right."
"And the word went out, and a week later the candlesticks are back on the altar. Or whatever the hell they were. I think it was candlesticks."
"Whatever."
"And the punks who took 'em," he said, "disappeared. And the story I heard, well, you don't know if it was anything more than a story. I wasn't there, and I forget who I heard it from, but he wasn't there either, you know?"
"What did you hear?"
"I heard they hauled the two niggers toTutto's basement," he said, "and hung 'emon meat hooks." A flashbulb winked two tables away from us. "And skinned 'emalive," he said. "But who knows? You hear all thesestories, you don't know what to believe."
"YOU should've been with us this afternoon," Skip told me. "Me and Keegan andRuslander, we took my car and drove out to the Big A." He drawled in imitation of W. C. Fields: "Participated in the sport of kings, made our contribution to the improvement of the breed, yes indeed."
"I was doing some work."
"I'd have been better off working. Fucking Keegan, he's got a pocket full of miniatures, he's knocking 'emoff one a race,he's got his pockets full of these little bottles. And he's betting horses on the basis of their names. There's thisplater, Jill the Queen, hasn't won anything since Victoria was the queen, and Keegan remembers this girl named Jill he had this mad passion for in the sixth grade. So of course he bets the horse."
"And the horse wins."
"Of course the horse wins. The horse wins at something like twelve-to-one, and Keegan's got a ten-dollar win ticket on her, and he's saying he made a mistake. What mistake? 'Her name was Rita,' he says. 'It was her sister's name was Jill. I remembered it wrong.' "
"That's Billie."
"Well, the whole afternoon was like that," Skip said. "He bets his old girlfriends and their sisters and he drinks half a quart of whiskey out of these little bottles, andRuslander and I both lose I don't know, a hundred, hundred and fifty, and fucking Billie Keegan wins six hundred dollars by betting on girls' names."
"How did you andRuslander pick horses?"
"Well, you know the actor. He hunches his shoulders and talks out of the side of his mouth like a tout, and he talks to a couple ofhorsey -looking guys and comes back with a tip. The guys he talks to are probably other actors."
"And you both followed his tips?"
"Are you crazy? I bet scientific."
"You read the form?"
"I can't make sense out of it. I watch which ones have the odds drop when the smart money comes in, and also I go down and watch 'emwalk around, and I notice which one takes a good crap."