Part 13 (2/2)
18.
THE DOOR TO MILO'S OFFICE WAS OPEN wide, but Loretta's front room looked none the worse for wear. wide, but Loretta's front room looked none the worse for wear.
Going through the hall to the office I tripped over my own feet and Fearless had to catch me. I held on to him for a moment, because it was hard for me to regain my balance. I was so scared after being shot at that my internal organs were quivering.
Milo's office had seen some violence. One of his files was overturned and the spindly visitor's chair was upside down. Milo was not in sight.
Then we heard a deep ba.s.s moan that could have been a sea lion sunning himself in Monterey Bay.
b.l.o.o.d.y and bruised, Milo was on the floor behind his desk.
”Thug,” he said. ”Try and bully me. See what that gets him.”
Fearless lifted the portly bail bondsman with one hand and his chair with the other. It was a show of strength that was almost impossible, but he did it with such ease that most people wouldn't have even noticed.
Once he was seated, Milo began to cry. It wasn't fear or weakness but rage at being so mistreated.
”You hurt?” I asked our sometime employer.
”He wanted Miss Fine's name and address,” Milo said. ”Said he was gonna kill me if I led him wrong.”
”I thought he worked for you.”
”Me too. I used him before. He's always good if I got a white jumper, and he's even proven all right on Negro cases. But he got somethin' up his nose out there. A way to make some money, you better believe that.”
Milo loved money. He would be balancing a checkbook on his deathbed.
”Is he the reason you called me?”
”Yes sir,” Milo intoned. ”He called up last night and asked me for the client's name. At first he was all friendly, but when I didn't give him what he wanted he got rude. And when that didn't work he said that he'd be down here, like he was the father and me the wayward son.”
”What did you have him doing for you, Milo?” I asked.
”Lookin' for somebody,” he replied.
”Kit Mitch.e.l.l?”
”Who it was don't matter,” Milo said with an attempt at finality in his tone.
”If it were Kit it do,” Fearless said simply.
Milo heard the threat in those words. He knew that he was a small fish and that Fearless was a man-eater. He knew when to back down.
”Yeah. It was Kit,” he said.
”And what does Kit Mitch.e.l.l have to do with that white man?”
”It's all the same thing. Bartholomew, Kit. Miss Fine wanted them both.”
”I thought you said that Winnie wanted to find Bartholomew.”
”Yeah, yeah. That's right. She wanted to find both of them.”
”Why didn't you tell me that?” I asked, trying to get some threat in my own voice.
”Because it wasn't none of your business.”
”People shootin' at us on the street is too our business,” Fearless said.
”He shot at you?” Milo asked, showing his first inkling of the trouble we were in.
”Uh-huh.”
”I didn't know it was gonna come to gunfire, Fearless,” Milo said. ”I mean, I thought it was just business as usual. Miss Fine wanted Kit and BB. Theodore was on Kit, and when you come in, Paris, I put you on the boy.”
”If Miss Fine wanted Kit too, why didn't she tell me that?” I asked the bail bondsman.
”Because I called her,” Milo said. ”I called her and said that you good, too good to know all her business. I said she could send you out after BB but to let Kit alone.”
”So why did you send Theodore to my door?”
”He heard about Fearless workin' for Kit and came to me an' asked did I know where he could find him. I didn't think there was anything wrong with givin' him your address. I mean, he was workin' for me.”
”Now why is he after Miss Fine's address?”
”He don't know that he is,” Milo said. ”He just come in here an' tell me he wanted to speak with my client.”
”Why?”
”Because if I didn't, he said he was gonna kill me. But h.e.l.l if I was gonna give in to that garbage.”
”So why you still breathin', Milo?” Fearless asked.
”After I realized that he meant to beat the answer outta me, I decided to send him on a wild goose chase,” Milo said. ”I did some bail work for a nice white woman used to live up in Beverly Hills. She had a maid that had been with her family for forty-some years. That was Phyllis Noreen.”
”Bobby Noreen's mother?” Fearless asked.
”Yeah. You know Bobby be in jail every time you turn around. And every time Bobby went in, Phyllis got so upset that the only way to calm her down was to get her son out. Then the white woman, Belinda Thurman, would call me.”
”So you sent a gunman to that good woman's house?” Fearless was not happy.
”Belinda died three years ago last March. They sold her house, knocked it down, and built a six-story apartment building.”
”d.a.m.n, Milo.” That was me. ”You lie in the face of Death just to keep that millionaire black lady on your side.”
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