Part 14 (1/2)
”I'm okay,” I said.
”Hold tight,” the dispatcher said. ”I'll get a car out there soon.”
I folded my phone. A tow truck was barreling down the interstate toward me. I'd been saved.
The tow truck parked, and an enterprising young guy hopped out. He gave my car a cursory inspection, then shoved a business card into my hand. It had his smiling picture on it and embossed lettering. larry littlejohn's 24-hour towing. i tow, you go!
”What the heck happened?” Larry asked.
”I ran into some old friends. Can you tow me to Dania?”
”What's the address?”
”Sunset Bar and Grille. It's over on the beach.”
He scratched his chin. ”Yeah. I can do that.”
”Second question. Do you take IOUs?”
As the tow truck drove away I tore up Larry's card. The radio was playing another song from a vanished band. This time, I didn't sing along.
Fifteen minutes later a cruiser appeared with Bobby Russo at the wheel. He parked on the shoulder in front of my car and got out. He was wearing his suit from the news conference and steel-framed aviator's gla.s.ses turned to mirrors by the blinding Florida sun. He halted six feet from where I stood.
”Keep that monster back,” Russo said.
”He's a nice dog once you get to know him.”
”I heard he took a piece out of a guy's a.s.s in the Grove.”
”You talk to Tommy Gonzalez?”
”Yeah,” Russo said. ”He said you were a star.”
It was the nicest thing anyone had said to me in a while.
”How did you know where to find me?” I asked.
”The dispatcher recognized your name and gave me a call. Mind if I examine your car?”
”Be my guest.”
While Russo fly-specked my car, I told him what happened at Julie Lopez's house and gave him the numbers I'd memorized off the van's license along with a description of the vehicle. Without a word, he went to the cruiser and climbed in. I felt invisible again and knelt beside his open window.
”Are you going to help me, or not?” I asked.
”What do you want me to do, Jack?” Russo said, staring straight ahead. ”Kill my day figuring out which white van in Broward belongs to the guys who potshotted you?”
”You could run a partial license check.”
”Those are expensive.”
”That never stopped you before.”
”In case you hadn't heard, we have a budget freeze. I now need authorization to run partial license checks. If I tell my boss you're involved, he'll say no.”
”Tell him it's connected to the Skell case,” I said.
”You don't know that for a fact.”
”Yes, I do. These guys bugged my car. They also put Carmella Lopez's body in her sister's backyard. For Christ's sake, Bobby, they're involved. involved. You need to drag them in and put their feet to the fire. You don't want to see Skell released from prison, do you?” You need to drag them in and put their feet to the fire. You don't want to see Skell released from prison, do you?”
”That's the judge's decision, not mine.”
”I have evidence that Skell isn't acting alone,” I said. ”Don't you think the judge needs to know that?”
Russo shook his head, his mind made up. He wasn't doing it.
”What the h.e.l.l's wrong with you?” I asked.
”What's wrong with me? I tell you what's wrong with me,” Russo said. ”I have a wife and two kids and a sick mother-in-law. I have responsibilities, in case you've forgotten what those were.”
I had no answer for this, and hung my head in shame.
”Jesus, Jack, I didn't mean that. I'm sorry.”
I lifted my gaze. ”Help me. Please.”
”Do you have the transmitter these guys were using to bug your car?”
The transmitter was lying on the bottom of the ocean outside the Sunset. I decided to lie to him.
”Yes.”
”Bring the transmitter to my office, and I'll put in a request for a partial license run to be done on all vans in Broward with those three numbers. If my boss squawks, I'll show him the transmitter, and tell him it's regarding another case.”
Russo was in my corner again, fighting the good fight. He started the cruiser, and I asked him for a lift back to Dania.
”Why don't you take your own car?” he suggested.
”Last time I checked, not having a winds.h.i.+eld was against the law.”
”I'll escort you home,” Russo said.