Part 26 (1/2)
Pedro Luz laughed sharply. Months go by and the job's a snoozea”now suddenly all this dirty work. Oh well, Pedro thought, it beats painting rat tongues. He hadn't shed a tear when the mango voles were stolen.
Kingsbury was saying, ”The other thing, I fired a guy from Publicity.”
”Yeah?” Watching that d.a.m.n tattoo, it was driving Pedro silly. Minnie on her knees, polis.h.i.+ng Mickey's k.n.o.ba”whoever did the drawing was d.a.m.n good, almost Disney caliber.
”You need to go see this guy I fired,” Kingsbury was saying. ”Find out some things.”
Pedro Luz asked what kind of things.
Kingsbury moved his lips around, like a camel getting ready to spit. Eventually he said, ”The problem we had before? This is worse, okay. The guy I mentioned, we're talking major pain in the r.e.c.t.u.m.”
”Okay.”
”As long as he worked for us, we had some control. On the outside, h.e.l.l, he's a major pain. I just got a feeling.”
Pedro Luz gave him a thumbs-up. ”Don't worry.”
”Carefully,” Kingsbury added. ”Same as before would be excellent. Except no dead whales this time.”
G.o.d, thought Pedro Luz, what a f.u.c.kup that was.
”Do I know him?” he asked Kingsbury.
”From Publicity. Joe Winder's his name.”
”Oh.” Pedro Luz perked up. Winder was the smarta.s.s who'd been ha.s.sling him about Dr. Koocher. The same guy he'd sent Angel and Big Paulie to teach a lesson, only something went sour and Angel ended up dead and Paulie must've took off. Next thing Pedro knows, here's this smarta.s.s Winder snooping around the animal lab in the middle of the night.
Mr. X was right about the guy. Now that he was fired, he might go hog-wild. Start talking crazy s.h.i.+t all over the place.
”You look inspired,” Kingsbury said.
Pedro Luz smiled crookedly. ”Let's just say I got some ideas.”
When Molly McNamara opened her eyes, she was surprised to see Bud Schwartz and Danny Pogue at her bedside.
”I thought you boys would be long gone.”
”No way,” said Danny Pogue. His eyes were large and intent, like a retriever's. His chin was in his hands, and he was sitting very close to the bed. He patted Molly's brow with a damp washcloth.
”Thank you,” she said. ”I'm very thirsty.”
Danny Pogue bolted to the kitchen to get her a gla.s.s of ginger ale. Bud Schwartz took a step closer. He said, ”What happened? Can you remember anything?”
”My gla.s.ses,” she said, pointing to the nightstand.
”They got busted,” said Bud Schwartz. ”I used some Scotch tape on the nose part.”
Molly McNamara put them on, and said, ”Two men. Only one did the hitting.”
”Why? What'd they wanta”money?”
Molly shook her head slowly. Danny Pogue came back with the ginger ale, and she took two small sips. ”Thank you,” she said. ”No, they didn't want money.”
Danny Pogue said, ”Who?”
”The men who came. They said it was a warning.”
”Oh Christ.”
”It's none of your concern,” said Molly.
Grimly Bud Schwartz said, ”They were after the files.”
”No. They never mentioned that.”
Bud Schwartz was relieved; he had worried that Francis X. Kingsbury had somehow identified them, connected them to Molly and sent goons to avenge the burglary. It was an irrational fear, he knew, because even the powerful Kingsbury couldn't have done it so quickly after their blackmail visit.
Still, it was discouraging to see how they had battered Molly McNamara. These were extremely bad men, and Bud Schwartz doubted they would have allowed him and Danny Pogue to survive the encounter.
”I think we ought to get out of here,” he said to Molly. ”Take you back to the big house.”
”That's a sensible plan,” Molly agreed, ”but you boys don't have to stay.”
”Like h.e.l.l,” Danny Pogue declared. ”Look at you, all busted up. You'll be needing some help.”
”You got some bad bruises,” agreed Bud Schwartz. ”Your right knee's twisted, too, but I don't think it's broke. Plus they knocked out a couple teeth.”
Molly ran her tongue around her gums and said, ”I was the only one in this building who still had their own.”
Danny Pogue paced with a limp. ”I wanted to call an ambulance or somebody, only Bud decided we better not.”
Molly said that was a smart decision, considering what the three of them had been up to lately. She removed the damp cloth from her forehead and folded it on the nightstand.
Danny Pogue wanted to know all about the attackersa”how big they were, what they looked like. ”I bet they was n.i.g.g.e.rs,” he said.
Molly raised herself off the pillow, c.o.c.ked her arm and slapped him across the face. Incredulous, Danny Pogue rubbed his cheek.
She said, ”Don't you ever again use that word in my presence.”
”Christ, I didn't mean nothin”.”
”Well, it just so happens these men were white. White Hispanic males. The one who beat me up was very large and muscular.”
”My question,” said Bud Schwartz, ”is how they slipped past that crack security guard. What's his name, Andrews, the ace with the flashlight.”
Molly said: ”You won't believe it. The big one had a badge. A police badge, City of Miami.”