Part 13 (1/2)
”He comes all this way-I don't think just so I can meet cute little Loret. He tell you about her?”
”I wasn't paying much attention; I was watching her float. She's the sister of the girl you went down there looking for and life's been dumping on her and he thinks you're a swell guy. Something like that. What else?”
”I'm waiting for the rest of it.”
”So you don't trust this boy.”
”Not too far.”
”There's somebody doesn't trust you either,” Nolen said, giving Moran a sly look. ”The old Cat Chaser.”
”What're you talking about?”
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”Gimme another beer I'll tell you.”
”You got one.”
”Time you pop another it'll be gone.”
Moran walked around the counter into the kitchen and got the beer rather than take Nolen by the throat and choke him. It seemed easier; the man was half in the bag and had something he wanted to tell. Moran came over with the can of Bud to where Nolen was sprawled on the sofa, neck bent against the cus.h.i.+on, his legs sticking straight out. He was wearing a pair of old curl-toed cowboy boots. Nolen handed Moran his empty and took the full one.
”Who is it doesn't trust me?”
”Well, Jiggs Scully wants to know-as Jiggs says, 'Tell me. Your buddy Moran, he working over in Coral Gables at the Holiday Inn there?' ” Nolen raised his eyes, holding the beer can at his chin. ”Sound like him?”
”That's very good,” Moran said. ”What's he following me for?”
”He isn't following you, he's following de Boya's wife. He sees her go in the Holiday Inn, he sees you go in the Holiday Inn. She comes out, you come out. Scully wants to know if it's a coincidence or what. He doesn't know what to tell de Boya.”
Moran stared at Nolen for a moment, Nolen waiting with the sly look, then went to the kitchen and poured himself a scotch with one ice cube. He stood at the counter now looking across the width of the room at Nolen.
”Scully says he'd rather talk to you than de Boya. He doesn't like de Boya.”
”How much does he want?”
”He's not shaking you down, he wants to talk.”
”About what?”
”He's an interesting guy. I think you ought to listen what he has to say.”
”Yeah, about what?”
”I'm not at liberty. At this point it's strictly between you and him.”
”How long's he been following Mrs. de Boya?”
Nolen grinned. ”We're very formal, aren't we? I knew something was going on. Back when the guy's sister was shacking up with the piano player-the way you mentioned de Boya's wife, like she was up for canonization, and all the time the old Cat Chaser's meeting her on the side. Jiggs says you have to have very large b.a.l.l.s fool around with the wife of a guy like de Boya. He says you mention Andres de Boya to people that know anything about him it shrivels their b.a.l.l.s right up.”
Moran sipped his drink.
Nolen was comfortable, having a good time.
”You're not saying, uh? Well, I don't blame you. Afraid you'll get your laundry scattered all over.
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But I think you should talk to him, Jiggs. It might be, you find out it's in your best interest.”
Nolen wouldn't say any more than that.
Pulling into the Holiday Inn the next day, driving around to the side, to 167 at the rear of the building, Moran didn't see Jiggs Scully's two-tone red and white Cadillac or anyone sitting alone in the few cars that were parked here. He pulled in next to Mary's Mercedes, both cars white, his old Mercedes next to hers giving a before-and-after impression. He hadn't decided how much to tell her.
And for a while it wouldn't have mattered if de Boya himself were parked outside; they were together and there wasn't anything else, only faint street sounds they might have heard but were removed and had nothing to do with them. They lingered, making it last, until the present began to seep back and sounds outside became images of two-tone Cadillacs and limousines; with awareness came apprehension, waiting for something to happen.
She said, ”What's the matter?” When he didn't answer she said, ”We don't have to do this.”
”Yeah, we do,” Moran said. ”We're way past that. We could say we're not gonna see each other, but we would.”
She said, ”He hasn't mentioned you since the day we got back. I've been rehearsing my lines, I'm almost ready to corner him.” Her tone softened. ”I'm not dragging my feet, I'm just scared.”
He said, ”I know.”
She said, ”You're off somewhere.”
”No, I'm here. I'm resting.”
”Tell me what's going on.”
She wanted to know about Loret. He told her the story again in detail and the parts that bothered him: the twelve years difference between Luci and Loret, no mention of brothers and sisters in between; that wasn't a Dominican family. The revolutionary party Luci joined; he didn't believe it existed; the political situation there had been quiet for years. And the way Rafi put words in her mouth, prompted so she wouldn't forget anything.
Mary said, ”And are they having fun at the Coconuts?”
He had put them up in oceanfront Number One and Number Two. He told Mary that Jerry said he was crazy, giving them a free ride and now he'd have to get Lula in to clean. Jerry called them ”boat people,” like the Cubans from Mariel; pretty soon they'd be taking over.
Mary said, ”Bighearted George. Well, as long as you know what you're doing.”
”But I don't,” Moran said. ”I'm not sure what's 165.
going on. But he makes a pitch I can always say no, right?”
”I don't know, George. Can you? You know they want something, but you're still moved.”
The afternoon went too fast; it always did. Mary slipped into her warmups. They said goodbye, holding onto each other for several minutes and almost went back to bed. Moran waited then by the door as Mary got in her car and drove off. Still no sign of a two-tone Cadillac.