The Autograph Hound
Page 23
“You pussy, Walsh. You motherfucker.”
“Keep my mother out of this!”
“Benny, put that down!”
“I’m winning, Desi. If you can’t stand the heat, stay out of the kitchen.”
“Walsh, you got your money. Get out. You’re fired!”
“Nobody fires an eight-year man, jerk. They give him a watch. They call him into the Boss’s office for a highball and handshake.”
“You always trouble. You and those dumb autographs.”
“You think it ends here, Mr. Frame-up. It doesn’t. I got friends. They’re not gonna let you get away with this.”
I show him the bag. “These people could buy you and sell you.”
“I call the cops.”
“That’s been tried before. These people are above the law. They could ruin you.” I shove the bag under his nose. “I should make you eat them. But they’re too good for you.”
He grabs the bag.
“Give me that back!”
“Your friends, huh?”
“I’m warning you. They’re right behind you.”
“Fuck your friends!”
He rips my bag. He treats it like lettuce. He makes it into small pieces.
I can hear myself laughing.
I can see my arm moving.
Garcia opens his mouth. Red ribbons roll out.
The staff’s lined up across the kitchen. They stand in silence. I wish Mom was here.
The honor guard, in blue, surrounds me. One man’s writing me up.
“You have the right to remain silent.”
“He was an impostor! It was some fight. I feel on cloud nine.”
“Mr. Walsh, anything you say at this time may be held against you.”
“I want this for the record.”
“You’re entitled to counsel.”
“A cleaver’s for your ribs and joints. Splitting, not chopping. It’s a one-stroke tool. The power’s in the follow-through. The wrist.”
The man scribbles on his white pad. I watch him. He’s got every word.
“Pen?”
He looks up from his writing. He hands me his ball-point.
“What’s your name?”
“Sergeant Anthony Ambrosi, Homicide.”
I sign underneath my story.
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