WHEN I FELT a feathery touch against my forehead I feared that it was a rat, that I was dead and he came in from the alley to eat my flesh. The thought of food caused me to writhe from nausea, and when I moved I felt her flowery dress.
I knew it was her. That was my kind of luck. The kind of woman I wanted most, the kind of woman I should stay away from at all costs, that’s the woman who I will awaken to from a slumber that might have been death.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
I could barely see her in the darkness.
“No.”
“Does it hurt much?”
“Like a toothache set in a broken jaw.”
“I’m so sorry,” she said, reaching out to touch my brow again.
“What’s your name?”
“Elana Love. What’s yours?”
“Paris Minton. Paris Minton.” The repetition was my attempt to extricate myself from the trouble in that room. But I wasn’t going anywhere, and neither was she.
“That’s a nice name.”
“How did you get back in here?” I asked.
“I never left,” she said. “When Leon came in I looked for a back door, but I didn’t see one, so I squeezed in behind the file cabinet and waited until he left. I was going to run out, but then that other man came in.”
“Why didn’t you say something?”
“I thought you might be mad that I didn’t help you against Leon.”
“Who is this Leon?”
“Leon Douglas. We used to see each other before they sent him to jail. He was in for armed robbery and attempted murder, but a lawyer got him out.”
“What did you do, cheat on him or something?”
“No,” she said in a flash of anger. “I broke it off with him before he robbed that store. I told him that no love was gonna make me live with a criminal.”
“Maybe he didn’t like that.”
“He thinks I have somethin’, but I don’t have it. I don’t, but he won’t believe me.”
“But Reverend Grove knows where it is?”
“How did you know about him?” She was suddenly wary. “Oh, yeah. I told you.”
“Does he?” I asked. For some reason talking made me feel better. I sat up.
“Does who?”
“Reverend Grove. Does he have what Leon wants?”
“Uh-uh,” she said, but I wasn’t sure that I believed her. “I told Leon that he did though. I was seein’ William for a while back there, and I thought he could help me against Leon. But when the church was gone I didn’t know what to do.”
Silence brought back the awareness of pain. I didn’t care about Grove or Leon either. I didn’t care what they were hiding or looking for.
“Why are you still here?” I asked.
“When you went outside I looked for a back door, but there wasn’t one, and where could I go anyway?” she asked. “Maybe Leon’s waiting around outside somewhere.”
The thought of that killer lurking outside my door made me queasy again.
“How did he know you were here?”
“He made me come,” she said in a pained tone. “He told me to come in and get his property from William or else he was gonna break somebody’s neck.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I got that.”
“You have to help me, Mr. Minton.”
“I can go to the market next door and use their phone to call the police,” I offered.
“No. No, not the police.”
“Why not? He’s threatenin’ you and he almost killed me.”
“Leon has a lot of friends,” she said. “Even if he gets arrested, he’ll send somebody after me, and maybe you too.”
“Me? Honey, I don’t know either one’a you. All I was doin’ was sittin’ here mindin’ my own business.” I thought of Fearless then, of how he was always saying how he was minding his own business when all hell broke loose.
“But now that he’s seen you, he might think that you’re in this with me.”
“In what? I don’t even know you.”
Elana reached out and touched my chest then. It might sound like a silly gesture, but when a woman like that lays hands on you, it’s hard to ignore.
“Listen, honey,” I said, despite my thrumming heart. “You’re gorgeous. I only meet a woman like you about once every five years or so. But when I do, somebody always ends up wantin’ to kill me. And you know I could find me an ugly girl, be half as happy, but live ten times as long. I don’t want anything to do with you or your boyfriend or your ex-boyfriend. So please, go back out the way you came and shut the door behind you.”
My eyes had adjusted to the darkness enough to see the struggle in her face. She wanted to convince me, to make me her protector but couldn’t quite figure out how.
“I don’t even have bus money. If I go out there alone he could kill me,” she said.
That was my downfall right there. I took pity on her the way I did time and again with Fearless. I came to a compromise in my head even though I knew that what I should do was throw her outdoors.
I made it to my feet and said, “Okay, I’ll give you a ride wherever you need to go to get away, but that’s it.”
3
ELANA DIDN’T COMPLAIN when she saw me pocket the .38.
“Might as well go out the back,” I said. “I mean, he’d probably be covering the front. Does he have any friends?”
“He was with two friends.” Elana sounded defeated. I clearly wasn’t the protector she needed.
“What’re their names?”
“What difference do that make?”
“Well, let’s go out the back door,” I said. My head was still light and my stomach was churning. I swallowed once and gazed at a piece of wall with a cabinet handle screwed on at just about waist height. The reason that Elana hadn’t found her way out was that my back door was almost invisible. It was just a rectangular slat that swung on three rusty old hinges.
My red Nash Rambler was parked against a salmon-pink stucco wall that ran the length of the alley separating the houses on the residential street behind. There was no sign of Leon, his horned car, or his nameless friends. Elana slid into the passenger’s seat and laid her head against the window. She was a picture-perfect damsel in distress.
If I were Fearless Jones I would have run headlong into the fray, taking any blows and doing anything to protect her. But I didn’t believe that even Fearless would have stood long against Leon Douglas.
I started the motor and we slid off into the afternoon.
“Where to?” I asked.
She rattled off an address on a street named Hazzard.
“Where’s that?”
“It’s off Brooklyn Avenue in East L.A.”
“What’s there?”
“Prob’ly nuthin’.”
I WAS CUTTING left and right on side streets, making my way east, looking up into my rearview mirror from time to time. We’d driven for more than five minutes in silence.
“What does this Leon guy want from you?” I asked.
“You don’t want to get involved, remember?” she said.
“Have it your way, honey. All I thought was that maybe I could give you some advice.”
“The only thing anybody could give me is manpower or money. Either that or Leon Douglas is gonna kill me.”
I looked over into the side mirror and saw the flash of a powder blue Chrysler with horns on its grate as it swerved, aiming to cut me off.
“Shit!” I hit the brakes, narrowly avoiding the collision. He banged into a parked car at a wide angle, blocking the street. I hit the gas and drove up onto the sidewalk. The lawns on that block were small hills leading up to the little homes. I put deep ruts across three of these lawns, fishtailing as I went. As soon as we cleared Leon, I cut a hard left back down to the street. Once on the asphalt, I gunned the engine and we took off. I would have felt good about the maneuver except by then Leon had straightened out also. He was barreling down on us.
I careene
d left, scraping an oncoming Ford. Leon did the same thing. Then I heard something that sounded like a chicken bone breaking.
“They’re shooting at us!” Elana cried.
I made three more wild turns. Shots popped off at irregular intervals. There were no cops anywhere.
“Take the gun outta my pocket!” I yelled.
Elana wasn’t slow. She didn’t resist or think or pretend that it was too much for her. She just jammed her hand into my pocket and rolled down her window.
A bullet ricocheted off the side of my door.
I made a right turn and Elana leaned out, taking four fast shots at the rampaging bull of a car. I had turned onto Edison, a warehouse street with very few pedestrians. I remembered, too late, that most of the side streets off it were dead ends, so I couldn’t afford a turn. We were on a straightaway with only two bullets left.
“Did you hit anything?” I shouted.
“I don’t think so.”
The Chrysler was coming on strong for three blocks, four, five. I swerved and banked to pull around cars ahead of me. Leon matched me move for move. After Leonard Street the bull slowed. By the next block there was smoke from the car’s hood. They pulled to the curb soon after that.
I almost fainted when I realized we’d survived.
I turned onto Hooper and headed downtown.
“Where are you going?” she asked me, the steely calm of her voice in deep contrast with my racing heart.
“You’ll see when we get there.”
After half an hour or so we came to an underground parking lot on Flower. It was expensive, thirty-five cents an hour, but I wanted to be careful now that I had a killer on my trail. A killer with whom I had just been in a running gun battle in the streets of L.A.
I reached out to Elana Love and said, “Gun, please.”
She looked down at the pistol in her hand and considered a moment before handing it over.
We went to a small diner called Guardino’s on Hope. It was a nice place with an Italian flair. Larry, the owner, liked me and Fearless because we’d come there on double dates and buy big dinners with fancy wines for our girls. Fearless could eat antipasto all day if you’d let him.
“Paris,” Selena Karsky said in greeting. She was Larry’s girlfriend, bottled blond and fifty. She still looked good though. “Where’s Fearless?”
“He went away,” I said.
“Oh, that’s too bad. Is he coming back soon?”
“No,” I said. “I don’t think so. He got a job outta town.”
“You must miss him.”
“More every day.”
Selena took us to a booth in the dark corridor of the restaurant. Of the eight booths, six already had customers. All of them were white, and a few gave us surprised looks.
“We’re not too hungry, Selena,” I told her. “Just beers, mine-strone, and an antipasto plate for two.”
“Okay,” she said, smiling.
“Friend of yours?” Elana asked when Selena was gone.
“She smiles and serves me spaghetti and seats me even though some people complain. I like her okay.”
“Why did you bring me here?” Elana asked.
“Because I’m a fool.”
“Excuse me?”
“If I had sent you away instead of offering you a ride, none of this would be happening. I’d be sleepin’ off my lumps, and you’d be all snugly with Mr. Douglas.”
My words made her uncomfortable, which was just fine by me.
“So,” I continued. “Tell me about Leon and why it’s his business to kill me.”
“Are you going to help me?”
“No. I’m gonna help myself. You got Frankenstein and his brothers stakin’ out my store. If I don’t do something, I’ll either lose my business or lose my life. You know I don’t like either one’a them choices.” I spoke in a whisper that had all the weight of a shout.
“What could you do?” Her sneer reminded me that she had witnessed my humiliation under Leon’s threats and violence.
“Go to the cops for one thing.”
That wiped the smug off her face.
“No, don’t,” she said.
“Why not?”
Elana Love struggled with the truth. It was all caught up with lies and fears. She couldn’t tell me everything, but she had to let up on something or I’d blow the game.
“Leon had a cellmate in prison. A man named Sol Tannenbaum. Sol was in for embezzlement, but, you know, he wasn’t a criminal type, never even been in jail. Leon’s tough. He promised Sol that he’d protect him. But Sol had to give him something.” Elana stopped a moment.
“What?”
“It was a bond. What they called a bond of deposit. It was issued by some bank in Switzerland.”
“How much?” I asked.
“It was ten thousand francs, about two thousand five hundred American dollars.”
“So? What does all this have to do with Leon?”
“Sol didn’t have the bond in jail. He set it up so that I got it from his wife.”
“I thought you broke up with Leon before he got sent up?”
“He asked me for a favor. An’ maybe I didn’t exactly tell ’im that we were through.”
“And so you took the bond and…”
“I gave it to William to hold it for me.”
“I thought you said he didn’t have it.”
“He didn’t think he did, that’s what I meant,” she said. “I didn’t tell him what it was or anything. It was just in a whole bunch of papers I left with him for safekeeping.”
Selena came with the beers and a basket of white bread.
When she was gone I asked Elana, “Why didn’t you keep the money with you?”
“Not money,” she corrected, “a bond. After Leon got sent to jail I was having trouble making my rent, and I didn’t wanna take a chance and lose it if the landlord changed the locks and took my stuff.”
“But couldn’t Grove go through your papers, find the bond, and cash it in?” I asked reasonably.
“No,” she said as if talking to a fool. “It was made out to Mr. Tannenbaum. Only he could cash it. That way everybody was covered. I couldn’t get the money and neither could Leon if he got out before Sol. He didn’t though. Leon told me that Sol got out on good behavior last week.”
“So you think Reverend Grove went to this Sol guy an’ got him to sign over the bond?” I asked her.
“No,” she replied, looking down into her beer.
“Why not?”
“ ’Cause William don’t know he got the bond.”
I knew she was lying. Why would she tell me the truth?
“Why didn’t you go to find Grove yourself?” I asked. “And take the bond to Sol for him to sign it?”
“I didn’t even know that he was out of jail,” she said. “And even if I did, he would’a been a fool to sign it without Leon’s say-so.”
“There’s something else I don’t understand. You said that Leon was in for armed robbery and attempted murder. How’s he gonna get out anytime before twenty years?”
“Leon had a bad lawyer. He was sure that if he got a new trial he could beat the charges.”
“So now you sayin’ he didn’t do the robbery?”
“He did it all right, it’s just that they didn’t have no evidence.”
“Uh-huh. And the bond was gonna pay for the new lawyer?” I was trying to make some kind of sense out of her story, but it wasn’t easy.
“Yeah. Leon told me that he told his lawyer that he could pay him a thousand dollars when he got out. He was gonna use the bond for that.”
“And now he needs the money to pay his lawyer?” I asked.
Elana nodded. “Otherwise the lawyer’ll drop the case an’ he’s back in jail.”
“I’m sorry, honey, but your story still don’t add up,” I said. “Here you tell me that you’re close enough to Reverend Grove for him to store your things, but you don’t even know his church’s address.”
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br /> “I knew where Messenger was” — there was acid on her tongue now — “I knew that William had cleared out too. But I needed to get away from Leon. The church store was padlocked, so I told him that your place was the church office. That way I could leave him outside and get away through the back.”
“Why wouldn’t he just come in with you?”
“Because he’s out on bail waitin’ for his new trial and he don’t wanna get that revoked.”
“Out on bail?” I said. “How much was that?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t go to the hearin’. All I know is that the judge turned over his conviction and set bail. I told him that the people in the church would call the police if he caused trouble. He said he’d wait ten minutes, but I guess he didn’t trust me.”
“No kiddin’? So all that shit you said about lookin’ for Grove, that was just actin’?” As I said the words I realized that I was no more a match for Elana Love than I had been for her boyfriend.
“Maybe I already knew the church was gone, but I really was scared. You saw Leon. You can’t blame me for tryin’ to get away.”
“Here you are, hun.” Selena appeared with our soup and antipasto on a wide, cork-lined tray. She set the plates out in front of us and stared admiringly at Elana. “You’re a beauty.”
“Thank you,” the siren said.
“Are you an actress or model?”
“No,” she answered. But there was something else. The way her eyes moved and her body twisted, a whole volume of mystery passed from her to the waitress.
When Selena was gone I said, “So tell me something.”
“What?”
“Did Leon have money from that robbery? Is that what he’s after?”
She shook her head again. “They let him out of jail today and he was at my door an hour after. All he said was that he wanted his bond.”
I wrapped a slice of salami around a semi-sour gherkin and popped it in my mouth. I chewed for a while, enjoying the loud crunching in my ears.
“I didn’t mean to get you into trouble, Mr. Minton. I was just looking for a way out.”
I took Elana to that restaurant instead of putting her out on the street because I wanted to know about the trouble I had fallen into. I had found out a few things, but they didn’t help much.
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