Part 26 (2/2)
”Three times. You sound like any one of 'em,” Nolen said. ”I got to win soon, man, get the f.u.c.k outta here. You make me nervous, feel like I'm being watched.”
”Well, there could be truth to that,” Moran said. ”You know that Cuban you say wears sungla.s.ses at night and drives a Donzi?”
Nolen squinted in the sunlight, adjusting his own gla.s.ses. ”What about him?”
”Does he also drive a Trans-Am, black one with the hood flamed red and gold? He's parked in front of the Nautilus, next door, and if he isn't watching you then he's watching me.” Moran half-turned to look toward the beach. ”There's another one out there on an army blanket getting a Cuban suntan with all his clothes on. Your pal Jiggs doesn't care for 'em, but he sure uses 'em, doesn't he? Like the Mendozas, Rafi. He seems to use everybody he can.”
”Don't,” Nolen said. ”You played that one to death.”
Moran said, ”Remember the day you came here?
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We started talking about the D.R. and how some trooper across the Ozama almost killed me with a one-oh-six?”
”It was the next day,” Nolen said. ”We didn't talk much the first day. I registered and asked you where all your palm trees were. You wouldn't give me a deal on a room.”
”But I did right after. You were trailing Anita de Boya and the piano player.”
”I wonder if she's getting much these days.”
”You were making a halfway honest living.”
”Not bad. But living by your wits gets tiresome.”
”Then you met Jiggs Scully. He still as funny as you thought he was?”
Nolen stared for several moments. He said, ”George, the last thing I want is to see you get hurt. Will you do me a favor?”
”Let's talk about it in the house,” Moran said, ”while I whip up some sours. What do you say?” He started to go and looked at Nolen again, taking the letter from his pocket. ”Guess who I heard from? Here, read it.” Moran walked toward his house with the lemons and the trash bags.
Nolen puts his beers down and opened the letter.
Dear George Moran (Cat Chaser!!!): Was that really you who was in Santo Domingo looking for me? At first I thought it was a lot of far fetch to think you would come here but then I think no it is something the Cat Chaser would do. (I got your address from the hotel) I am married now and have five big childrens going to school. I bet you dont know who I married. He is the one you shot and became wounded on the roof of the building that time. His name is Alejo Valera. He is a salesman of insurance and is also the manager of the Sosua baseball team. After that war he went to the training camp of the Cincinnati Reds but came home to play baseball here. He is very good. He say to tell you he is glad you did not kill him or we would not be married together and have our family. Well I must close this letter. I wish I had seen you but maybe some other time when you come. I tell people I know you and how brave you were in the war. You did not sit behind the barricades. You came to find us. I am very glad I did not shoot you. Do you still like the Rolling Stones? I like the Moody Blues now very much. Please come to see us.
Affectionately, Luci Palma de Valera Nolen straddled a stool at the counter, contemplating the foamy pitcher of whiskey sours, wiping 341.
froth from his mouth with the back of his hand. ”Much better in the blender. All the difference in the world,” he said and slid his gla.s.s toward Moran behind the counter for a refill.
”Tangy, isn't it?”
”Perfect,” Nolen said, ”for getting that morning goats.h.i.+t taste outta your mouth. How many eggs you put in?”
”One to a blender,” Moran said.
”Yeah, four makes it too heavy. I overdid it. Which is nothing new, I guess. I figure I've got about two years before I land in the weeds and have to join AA. You get to that point your choice is lead a clean life or die.”
”Why wait,” Moran said, ”if you know it's coming?”
”I'm trying to get in all the fun I can.”
”Yeah, I've noticed what a good time you been having.”
”Well, s.h.i.+t, I try.” Nolen thought of something as he took a drink and said, ”Hey, that was a nice letter. Luci sounds like a winner. That part, she thought it was a lot of far fetch.” Nolen grinning, nodding, being a regular guy. ”That was a long time ago, wasn't it? Down there in the D.R. Not knowing s.h.i.+t what was going on. But I had a pretty good time, you know it? Even though I only got laid once and had to take penicillin for it. Come back with a dose and my trusty Forty-five. I used to fire it from up on that grain elevator. For fun, not hit anything.”
Moran said, ”How about if I buy it off you?”
”George”-Nolen took off his sungla.s.ses to look squarely at Moran-”now we get down to it. I started to say to you outside, do me a favor. Use your head before it's too late. You have de Boya's money? Leave it over there in oceanfront Number One where you got your lady hiding and take off. Get far away from here.”
Moran said, ”How'd you know she's there?”
”The guy in the Trans-Am, Santos, was into B and E at one time. He snuck around here last night listening at doors. It's my guess if he heard anything it was in Number One and I'm right, that's where you got her, isn't it?” Nolen seemed proud of himself.
”Jiggs's coming for sure, uh?”
”You bet he is.”
”How much you want for the gun?”
”It's not for sale. I'm telling you-you know all about how to take it and run; well, this time you gotta leave it and run.”
Moran opened a drawer on his side of the counter. He brought out a packet of hundred-dollar bills secured with a money strap, a narrow paper band, and placed it in front of Nolen.
Nolen said, ”Jesus Christ,” and seemed afraid to touch it. ”How much is that?”
”Ten thousand,” Moran said.
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Nolen's gaze came up, a solemn expression, mouth partly open. ”You did it, didn't you? Jesus, you really did it.”
”If that isn't enough . . .”
Moran reached into the drawer again, brought out another packet of inch-thick hundreds and laid it on top of the first one.
”How's that?”
”You're crazy.”
Moran reached to take back the money.
”I'll go get the piece,” Nolen said.
”I already have,” Moran said. ”When I picked up the trash. It's loaded, isn't it? Full clip?”
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