Eight Million Ways to Die

by Lawrence Block

Page 48

 

  "I thought they had the place staked out. "

  "They did. He walked right past them, picked up his key at the desk and went to his room. "

  "How could he do that?"

  "Easiest thing in the world," I said. "He checked in the day before, just in case. He was setting things up. When he got the word that I was looking for him, he went back to my hotel, went up to his room, then went to my room and let himself in. The locks in my hotel arent much of a challenge. He took off his clothes and sharpened his machete and waited for me to come home. "

  "And it almost worked. "

  "It should have worked. He could have waited behind the door and killed me before I knew what was happening. Or he could have stayed in the bathroom a few more minutes and given me time to get into bed. But he got too much of a kick out of killing and thats what screwed him up. He wanted us both naked when he took me out, so he waited in the bathroom, and he couldnt wait for me to get into bed because he was too keyed up, too excited. Of course if I hadnt had the gun handy hed have killed me anyway. "

  "He couldnt have been all alone. "

  "He was alone as far as the killings were concerned. He probably had partners in the emerald operation. The cops may get somewhere looking for them and they may not. Even if they do, theres no real way to make a case against anybody. "

  He nodded. "What happened to the brother? Kims boyfriend, the one who started everything. "

  "He hasnt turned up. Hes probably dead. Or hes still running, and hell live until his Colombian friends catch up with him. "

  "Will they do that?"

  "Probably. Theyre supposed to be relentless. "

  "And that room clerk? Whats his name, Calder?n?"

  "Thats right. Well, if hes holed up somewhere in Queens, he can read about it in the paper and ask for his old job back. "

  He started to say something, then changed his mind and took both our cups back to the kitchen to refill them. He came back with them and gave me mine.

  "You were up late," he said.

  "All night. "

  "You been to sleep at all?"

  "Not yet. "

  "Myself, I doze off in a chair now and then. But when I get in bed I cant sleep, I cant even lie there. I go work out and take a sauna and a shower and drink some more coffee and sit around some more. Over and over. "

  "You stopped calling your service. "

  "I stopped calling my service. I stopped leaving the house. I guess I been eating. I take something from the refrigerator and eat it without paying attention. Kims dead and Sunnys dead and this Cookies dead, and maybe the brothers dead, the boyfriend, and whats-his-name is dead. The one you shot, I disremember his name. "

  "Marquez. "

  "Marquez is dead, and Calder?n disappeared, and Rubys in San Francisco. And the question is wheres Chance, and the answer is I dont know. Where I think I am is out of business. "

  "The girls are all right. "

  "So you said. "

  "Mary Lou isnt going to be turning tricks anymore. Shes glad she did it, she learned a lot from it, but shes ready for a new stage in her life. "

  "Yeah, well, I called that one. Didnt I tell you after the funeral?"

  I nodded. "And Donna thinks she can get a foundation grant, and she can earn money through readings and workshops. She says shes reached a point where selling herself is starting to undermine her poetry. "

  "Shes pretty talented, Donna. Be good if she could make it on her poetry. You say shes getting a grant?"

  "She thinks shes got a shot at it. "

  He grinned. "Arent you gonna tell me the rest of it? Little Fran just got a Hollywood contract and shes gonna be the next Goldie Hawn. "

  "Maybe tomorrow," I said. "For now she just wants to live in the Village and stay stoned and entertain nice men from Wall Street. "

  "So I still got Fran. "

  "Thats right. "

  Hed been pacing the floor. Now he dropped onto the hassock again. "Be a cinch to get five, six more of them," he said. "You dont know how easy it is. Easiest thing in the world. "

  "You told me that once before. "

  "Its the truth, man. So many women just waiting to be told what to do with their damn lives. I could walk out of here and have me a full string in no more than a weeks time. " He shook his head ruefully. "Except for one thing. "

  "Whats that?"

  "I dont think I can do that anymore. " He stood up again. "Damn, I been a good pimp! And I liked it. I tailored a life for myself and it fit me like my own skin. And you know what I went and did?"

  "What?"

  "I outgrew it. "

  "It happens. "

  "Some spic goes crazy with a blade and Im out of business. You know something? It would have happened anyway, wouldnt it?"

  "Sooner or later. " Just as Id have left the police force even if a bullet of mine hadnt killed Estrellita Rivera. "Lives change," I said. "It doesnt seem to do much good to fight it. "

  "What am I gonna do?"

  "Whatever you want. "

  "Like what?"

  "You could go back to school. "

  He laughed. "And study art history? Shit, I dont want to do that. Sit in classrooms again? It was bullshit then, I went into the fuckin army to get away from it. You know what I thought about the other night?"

  "What?"

  "I was gonna build a fire. Pile all the masks in the middle of the floor, spill a little gas on em, put a match to em. Go out like one of those Vikings and take all my treasures with me. I cant say I thought about it for long. What I could do, I could sell all this shit. The house, the art, the car. I guess the moneyd last me a time. "

  "Probably. "

  "But then whatd I do?"

  "Suppose you set up as a dealer?"

  "Are you crazy, man? Me deal drugs? I cant even pimp no more, and pimpings cleanern dealing. "

  "Not drugs. "

  "What, then?"

  "The African stuff. You seem to own a lot of it and I gather the qualitys high. "

  "I dont own any garbage. "

  "So you told me. Could you use that as your stock to get you started? And do you know enough about the field to go into the business?"

  He frowned, thinking. "I was thinking about this earlier," he said.

  "And?"

  "Theres a lot I dont know. But theres a lot I do know, plus I got a feel for it and thats something you cant get in a classroom or out of a book. But shit, you need moren that to be a dealer. You need a whole manner, a personality to go with it. "

  "You invented Chance, didnt you?"

  "So? Oh, I dig. I could invent some nigger art dealer same way I invented myself as a pimp. "

  "Couldnt you?"

  " Course I could. " He thought once more. "It might work," he said. "Ill have to study it. "

  "You got time. "

  "Plenty of time. " He looked intently at me, the gold flecks glinting in his brown eyes. "I dont know what made me hire you," he said. "I swear to God I dont. If I wanted to look good or what, the superpimp avenging his dead whore. If I knew where it was going to lead-"

  "It probably saved a few lives," I said. "If thats any consolation. "

  "Didnt save Kim or Sunny or Cookie. "

  "Kim was already dead. And Sunny killed herself and that was her choice, and Cookie was going to be killed as soon as Marquez tracked her down. But hed have gone on killing if I hadnt stopped him. The cops would have landed on him sooner or later but thered have been more dead women by then. He never would have stopped. It was too much of a turn-on for him. When he came out of the bathroom with the machete, he had an erection. "

  "You serious?"

  "Absolutely. "

  "He came at you with a hard-on?"

  "Well, I was more afraid of the machete. "

  "Well, yeah," he said. "I could see where you would be. "

  He wanted to give me a bonus. I told him it wasnt necessary, that Id been adequately paid for my time, but he i
nsisted, and when people insist on giving me money I dont generally argue. I told him Id taken the ivory bracelet from Kims apartment. He laughed and said hed forgotten all about it, that I was welcome to it and he hoped my lady would like it. It would be part of my bonus, he said, along with the cash and two pounds of his specially blended coffee.

  "And if you like the coffee," he said, "I can tell you where to get more of it. "

  He drove me back into the city. Id have taken the subway but he insisted he had to go to Manhattan anyway to talk to Mary Lou and Donna and Fran and get things smoothed out. "Might as well enjoy the Seville while I can," he said. "Might wind up selling it to raise cash for operating expenses. Might sell the house, too. " He shook his head. "I swear it suits me, though. Living here. "

  "Get the business started with a government loan. "

  "You jiving?"

  "Youre a minority group member. Theres agencies just waiting to lend you money. "

  "What a notion," he said.

  In front of my hotel he said, "That Colombian asshole, I still cant remember his name. "

  "Pedro Marquez. "

  "Thats him. When he registered at your hotel, is that the name he used?"

  "No, it was on his ID. "

  "Thats what I thought. Like he was C. O. Jones and M. A. Ricone, and I wondered what dirty word he used for you. "

  "He was Mr. Starudo," I said. "Thomas Edward Starudo. "

  "T. E. Starudo? Testarudo? That a curse in Spanish?"

  "Not a curse. But its a word. "

  "Whats it mean?"

  "Stubborn," I said. "Stubborn or pig-headed. "

  "Well," he said, laughing. "Well, hell, you cant blame him for that one, can you?"

  Chapter 34

  In my room I put the two pounds of coffee on the dresser, then went and made sure nobody was in the bathroom. I felt silly, like an old maid looking under the bed, but I figured it would be a while before I got over it. And I wasnt carrying a gun anymore. The. 32 had been impounded, of course, and the official story was that Durkin had issued it to me for my protection. He hadnt even asked how Id really come by it. I dont suppose he cared.

  I sat in my chair and looked at the place on the floor where Marquez had fallen. Some of his bloodstains remained in the rug, along with traces of the chalk marks they place around dead bodies.

  I wondered if Id be able to sleep in the room. I could always get them to change it, but Id been here a few years now and Id grown accustomed to it. Chance had said it suited me, and I suppose it did.

  How did I feel about having killed him?

  I thought it over and decided I felt fine. I didnt really know anything about the son of a bitch. To understand all is to forgive all, they say, and maybe if I knew his whole story Id understand where the blood lust came from. But I didnt have to forgive him. That was Gods job not mine.

  And Id been able to squeeze the trigger. And thered been no ricochets, no bad bounces, no bullets that went wide. Four shots, all in the chest. Good detective work, good decoy work, and good shooting at the end.