Part 61 (2/2)
I smiled. The Kid didn't do anything.
”You shouldn't do that,” Graves said in a whispery rasp. ”Come in a man's place flas.h.i.+ng all that s.h.i.+t around.”
Mufalatta smiled. ”Well, what is was, King Kong and Mighty Joe Young there didn't think looks was enough to get us an audience.”
Graves smiled. He was a handsome man. Whoever had done the job on his nose had done him a favor.
”Who the f.u.c.k are you?” he said quietly.
”Feds,” I told him.
He whistled softly through his teeth. ”That's bad,” he said. ”Am I drafted?”
”Yeah, the marines can hardly wait,” Mufalatta said.
”So, say your thing, man. What's it about?”
”Can we keep this between just a couple of us?” I asked.
Graves looked at Ape Two.
”They's totally clean,” the black giant grunted.
Graves leaned back and waved his hands. ”Okay,” he said, ”give us some air. You men drink?”
”Not right now,” I said.
”You the talker, dog lover?” he asked, nodding toward me.
I said I was.
”So talk.”
I didn't know how I was going to start or exactly what I was going to say. I had to wing it. Graves was no fool. If we were there because of the morning raid on Chevos' shrimp company, we would have come in force with warrants. We wanted to talk and he was all ears.
”Things come to me,” I said. ”Because of my business I hear things.”
”And what's been comin' at you, man?” the lean, ebony mobster said, still smiling.
”It comes to me that a Cincinnati gangster named Tagliani and his outfit came down here to set up shop. They wanted the Front Street action, but they knew they had to get past you, one way or another. They may have had some local help moving in here-that's up for grabs right now-but one person Tagliani definitely did not have help from was Stoney t.i.tan, and since you and Stoney have a deal, they couldn't ease you out. It comes to me that the Taglianis decided to try the water, find out just how tough you were, so they sent an Ohio hoodlum named Cherry McGee in to test you. He couldn't take you, so Tagliani managed to frame you, and after you did your clock, you came out and blew McGee up, along with a couple of his pistols.
”Meantime, they started taking over, squeezing in here and there. They started dealing heavy drugs, mostly cocaine, to service the big rollers from out of town, which, it comes to me, is not your style. They also had big money, and that's where they started hurting you. They were squeezing you out because they had the financing.
”So it comes to me that you decided to make one big move, a c.o.ke connection in South America that would net you maybe twenty, thirty mil on the street plus bite a big hole in their trade.
”Then, last Sunday, Tagliani hijacked your load, killed your people, and burned the boat, which left you without your goods and owing the connections that fronted you. So, it comes to me, you declared war and started wasting Taglianis. And then when Harry Raines got hot under the collar over all the shooting, you put him away.”
I paused for a moment and then said, ”That's the way it comes to me.”
He took off the sungla.s.ses and bored holes in me with cast iron eyes.
”Dog lover, you're so full of s.h.i.+t you're contagious,” Graves murmured, without humor. ”Comes to you, my a.s.s.”
”I said that's the way it comes to me, I didn't say that's the way it was. But that's how it could be played, if enough people wanted it done that way.”
He leaned back and toyed with the gla.s.ses. Now I had his interest.
”Okay,” he whispered, ”how do you think it was?”
”Well, here's the way it wasn't. I don't think you killed any of the Tagliani clan, except maybe McGee and some of his gang. And I don't think you put Harry Raines away. Not only that, but I can probably prove you didn't.”
”That's d.a.m.n nice of you, brother,” he said. ”What do you want me to do in return, marry your sister?”
”I want you to call off your guns, right now. Before the shooting really starts and a lot of people who don't have anything to do with this get wasted.”
”You want we should stand in the middle of the boulevard and invite that f.u.c.kin' Nance to have target practice on us, that it?” his voice rasped.
”I'll take care of Nance,” I said. ”I got more reason than you. He's tried to kill me twice.”
For some reason that impressed Graves. He said, ”I'm not real clear on what it is you're offering me to do for what.”
”If you hang up your guns, I'll see to it that the Taglianis do the same. Then all you have to do is sit back and let the Feds put the rest of the Tagliani clan away and it'll be all yours again.”
”And the Feds're just gonna leave me alone, right?”
”That's the way it'll work out,” I said.
”And what it is, you're just doin' this because you're a fine, upstanding dude that does good work, right? s.h.i.+t, man, what you take me for? I wasn't out pickin' cotton when the brains were handed out.”
”Look, I know about your deal with Mr. Stoney and I don't-”
”I ain't got no deal with Mr. Stoney,” he said. ”He don't deal, man, don't come grubbin' around with his hand out lookin' for part of the action, s.h.i.+t. That ain't his style. Me and Mr. Stoney have an understanding. If I f.u.c.k up, I get hammered. If I don't, everything's velvet.”
”What I'm saying is, I'm after Tagliani. I don't care how you and Mr. Stoney run the town. It looked pretty good to me in the old days.”
”You talked to Mr. Stoney about all this?”
”He'll figure it out by himself,” I said. ”Personally, I think you're getting suckered into this gunfight with Tagliani.”
His smile vanished, but the voice didn't change.
”I don't get suckered, dog lover. That ain't my style.”
”You want to listen?” I said bluntly.
He put his leg back on the floor and leaned over the table toward me. ”Okay,” he said, ”we've come this far. Just don't p.i.s.s me off.”
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