Part 11 (1/2)
”No. When a man skips out on the rent he usually doesn't leave a forwarding address.”
Even though she had the poise of a woman in her thirties, I figured that Leora was twenty-five at most. Her skin was flawless without the help of makeup and she had hands that could have belonged to a child.
”So what does Fearless have to do with all that?”
”I need him, to help me find Kit.”
”Why?”
”It's personal.”
”So's havin' the cops on your a.s.s because some girl lied and put you on a trail got you locked up in a six-foot cell.”
”I'm sorry if I got Mr. Jones in trouble. I didn't mean to do that. But I have to find Kit Mitch.e.l.l.”
”Why?”
”I can't tell you that.” Leora Hartman stood up. She wanted to walk out but had nowhere else to go. ”What did they arrest Mr. Jones for?”
”Nothing, as far as I can tell. Maybe it's just questions they need to ask. Like why was he looking for Kit Mitch.e.l.l.”
”Kit was doing business with someone. A man named BB,” Leora said.
”Bartholomew Perry,” I said, nodding and looking for deception.
”Oh. Is that what it stands for? You already seem to know everything I can tell you.”
”What I don't know could fill the Library of Congress.”
Leora smiled.
”This BB and Kit have gotten into something and I need to tell them to stop,” she said. ”That's the truth.”
”What are they doing?”
”I can't tell you about that, I can't. Only it's something they've stolen and . . . and beyond that it's private.”
”I can't help you if I don't know what it is you're looking for.”
”I don't know you, Mr. Minton. I feel bad about your friend, and I want you to understand that I had a reason to lie, an important reason. But I can't trust you. You can understand that.”
I understood, but I couldn't just let it go. Fearless was my friend.
”Fearless said that Kit had been bragging that he was gonna bring in a whole truckload'a money over some big deal. That was just before he disappeared. Is this thing that him and BB stole worth all that?”
”I don't see how.”
”Do you know a man named Lawrence Wexler?” I asked.
”No.”
”Any Wexlers?”
”No. Why are you asking me these questions? Do you know where Kit Mitch.e.l.l is?”
”Why aren't you asking about where BB is?”
”I don't know anything about him but his name. It's Kit Mitch.e.l.l who stole . . .” She stopped before revealing the secret.
”What's it worth to you if I try and find out?”
”I don't have much money, Mr. Minton.”
”You could'a fooled me. Those fine clothes. Straw bag with what looks like real gold ties on the handle. And the thing cost the most, that cla.s.sical education. There's some money somewhere.”
”On my back and in my head maybe,” she said. ”But my wallet is empty.”
”That's too bad,” I said. ”Mine is too. But I wish you luck.”
Leora was surprised by my refusal. Her gentle ways and poise had gotten her a long way in life.
She turned to the door.
”If you give me a number I'll tell Fearless you were here. He's got more free time than I do.”
”By the time he gets out of jail I will already have found out what I need to know,” she said. ”Either that or I'll be beyond help.”
15.
AFTER LEORA LEFT the only thing I had to do was wait for Fearless's call. I didn't know how long that would be because I had no idea of the particular crime they were investigating. It could have been anything from grand theft to murder. the only thing I had to do was wait for Fearless's call. I didn't know how long that would be because I had no idea of the particular crime they were investigating. It could have been anything from grand theft to murder.
I imagined that Fearless was locked in a room with men who asked questions punctuated by fists and blackjacks, but still I wasn't worried about him. Fearless had lived the life of a soldier since before he joined the armed forces. He was a one-man army who did his duty. And when the enemy had done their worst he would walk away with no anger in his heart because he would have known that he had won in spite of their weapons and torments.
Fearless rarely bragged about his courage. The things I knew about him had come from long nights of heavy drinking and lots of questions on my part.
One night he told me about how a gang of men had jumped him and brought him to an old abandoned barn outside of Fayetteville, Louisiana. He was sixteen and they were looking for his auntie's boyfriend, who, they said, had stolen a man's watch.
”'Turn him ovah, boy,' the main man told me,” Fearless had said. ”'Turn him ovah or I will mash your face in like a sack'a mud.'
”'No sir,' I tells him,” Fearless said in the words of the sixteen-year-old boy. ”'My Auntie Mar wouldn't want me puttin' no drunks on her man.'”
”'Who you callin' drunk?' the main man, his name was Arthur, shout. An' you know, Paris, I wasn't even afraid even way back then. I knew I was in trouble. I thought I might be dead. But there was no way to turn. Arthur slapped me hard enough to knock some other boy down. I knew right then I was gonna get hurt. And it made me mad that them men would pick on a child. So I hit Arthur on his nose and then dived down and rolled. I got a hold on a timber and hefted it. I was swinging like Babe Ruth in that small s.p.a.ce. Two of the men got knocked out and Arthur and the rest got away.”
”What they do to your auntie's boyfriend?”
”They were so embarra.s.sed by bein' beat up by a child that they forgot that two-dollar watch and stayed outta my whole family's way.”