Part 36 (1/2)
”You had to-?”
”Kill the broad? Yeah, I did. You told her about that desk. What do you think was in it?”
”A few mil.”
”Just a note, Solly.”
”A what?!”
”A note. From Albie to her. Something about how she had to run away. Fast. With With the book. The book, it was supposed to prove you were some kind of 'traitor,' only that part wasn't for her. I couldn't make any sense out of it.” the book. The book, it was supposed to prove you were some kind of 'traitor,' only that part wasn't for her. I couldn't make any sense out of it.”
”So? Give it to me and-”
”That's what I said to her, Solly. Only she wouldn't.”
”So she's...”
”I didn't have any choice.”
”I understand. I would have done the same thing. Albie, he must have been going soft. In the head, I mean. Like Alzheimer's, you heard of that, right? Crazy old man, he could have said d.a.m.n near anything.”
”I didn't want to do any of that.”
”Jessop, he didn't give you any choice, either?”
”Choice, f.u.c.k f.u.c.k! You know where he lived? Right in that same town. And you know who told me that? Rena.”
”Her and him?”
”You got it. They were playing Albie like a fiddle.”
”I knew knew he was over the edge. he was over the edge. Had Had to be. What a lousy way for a man like him to go out, wearing the horns.” to be. What a lousy way for a man like him to go out, wearing the horns.”
”I guess. Anyway, once I got her to tell me where I could find him, the minute I-”
”Wait,” Solly said, holding up his palm like a traffic cop. ”Why did she tell you all this?”
”As soon as that note popped out, she knew she was going anyway. Come on, she knew who sent me, right? So I told her I could make it easy...or real, real hard.”
”She didn't try to-”
”Sure. Probably thought it worked, too.”
”Ah! You're a lot deeper than people take you for, Sugar.”
”n.o.body needs to know that besides you, Solly.”
”n.o.body ever will, kid.”
”Anyway, I go over to where this Jessop was living. Cheap dump. I wait for him to get back from wherever he was. Can't miss him. He drives a red Corvette. Some pro, huh? As he's getting out, I walk up to him. I got my hands open at my sides, so he can see I'm not carrying.
”He was, though. I got to him just as he was reaching for it.” was, though. I got to him just as he was reaching for it.”
”Not much of a conversation, huh?”
”He won't be having any any conversations anymore. That's what we wanted to be sure of, right?” conversations anymore. That's what we wanted to be sure of, right?”
”Right,” Solly said, showing me again that we weren't being taped.
”That note,” I said, getting up to dig a little piece of paper out of my jeans, ”the writing is so tiny, I could only make out some of it.”
I was around to his side of the desk by then, holding the paper in my left hand to spread it out in front of him.
When Solly looked down, I slammed my right forearm across the back of his neck. Like I was a machete chopping cane. His forehead hit the desk on the way down. It was like breaking a broomstick over your knee-he was dead before he hit the floor.
I knew Solly had this big freezer bin in the back. For unstable goods, he told me once. I never asked what he meant by that-if he wanted me to know more, he would have said.
For once, I got lucky. All that was in there was a few little bottles, with corks in them. Looked like frozen water, but when I took them out, I put them down real careful.
Something else, too. A big Ziploc bag. When I wiped off the frost, I could see what looked like something wrapped in a black cloth. I pulled it open. The cloth wasn't cloth at all-some kind of plastic weave, with a thin layer of foam under it. When I peeled that off, I found what looked like an old-style address book, the kind with the little rings along the spine. The blanket must have been insulated; the book was hardly even cold.
With the freezer empty, I didn't even have to cut Solly up-just kind of folded him over and shoved him around until I could close the lid. Breaking those bones felt felt loud, but I knew it wasn't really. loud, but I knew it wasn't really.
I s.n.a.t.c.hed that address book and slipped it into my coat. I took the Ziploc and the wrapping, too. A good thief knows you never leave empty s.p.a.ces; that's the same as telling the owner someone found his stash. If everything still looks the same, it might take him a long time to look inside and find out he's been robbed.
I looked at my watch. Lynda would be pus.h.i.+ng that serving cart outside our door in five minutes.
I was back in the hotel by two in the morning, sleeping with my alibi.
Yeah, my prints were all over Solly's bas.e.m.e.nt. But if I'd known about that place for a long time, other guys knew, too. And I know, from listening to B&E pros, that the cops can't tell when when a fingerprint was left. a fingerprint was left.
I could have gone in with latex on my hands or something, but Solly, he would have sniffed that out before I could get close to him.
It's already done, is what I was thinking, just before I fell asleep. f.u.c.k it f.u.c.k it.
I checked out early. Got one of those guys they have out front to find me a cab. He hit something on his cell phone. A minute later, a black sedan pulled up.
I handed the doorman a five and piled into the sedan like I didn't know what he'd just pulled on me. A few blocks later, I handed over what the driver said was the ”flat fee” to JFK. Sixty bucks.
Lynda was waiting for me at the United terminal. I stacked the luggage all around her. Then I just walked over to the cab line.
The ”flat fee” back was a lot cheaper.
At nine on the dot, I walked into the bank. I didn't speak to the manager, just emptied my safe-deposit box.