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"Theyll be another fifteen minutes," I called to him. "Minimum. "
He shot me a guarded look; he was glad to have the information but didnt think it was appropriate for me to talk to him. Well, fuck you, I thought, and walked down the street to where I could get a look at the back of the limo. ABD-1, the license plate read. I decided the limo belonged to Avery Blanchard Davis, and gave myself credit for having figured something out. It was about time.
It was 4:19 when I walked out of Gruliows house and just past 4:30 when the front door opened again and Hard-Way Ray stepped out and looked first to his left and then to his right. He didnt see me.
I had walked to Seventh Avenue and picked up an iced coffee at a deli, then perched on the stoop of an apartment house across the street to drink it. Daviss chauffeur had finished his cigarette by then and disappeared behind the limos tinted glass. No one passed, on foot or on wheels, except for one redheaded kid on a skateboard who zoomed around the corner from Bedford Street, raced on past me and around the bend, and disappeared forever. I finished my coffee and flipped the cup into an uncovered garbage can. Then the door opened across the street and Gruliow came out and looked for me and didnt see me.
I got up, and the movement caught Gruliows attention. He beckoned and I let a car pass, then walked on across the street. Meanwhile hed come down the steps to meet me on the sidewalk.
"Wed like you to stay with it," he said.
"If youre sure. "
"Lets go back inside," he said, "so I can tell you officially. "
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"They each put up a thousand dollars," I told Elaine. "The ones whod brought their checkbooks along wrote out checks, and the rest handed over markers. "
"You had to take their markers?"
"Ray Gruliow took their markers," I said. "And their checks. Hes the one they hired. They engaged him collectively as their legal counsel. "
"What are they going to do, sue the murderer?"
"And Gruliow hired me. He gave me a check drawn on his office account for nine thousand dollars, which represents the checks and markers he received from the others plus a thousand dollars of his own. "
"So youre working for him?"
I shook my head. "Ive been hired by him," I said, "to conduct an investigation in his clients interest, his client being the group as a whole. The point of this, according to him, is to get me under the umbrella of attorney-client privilege. "
"What does that mean? You can refuse to answer questions in court?"
"I dont think anybodys concerned about that. No, it means Im not bound to divulge the results of my investigation to the police, or to repeat anything said to me by my employer, Gruliow, or his clients. "
"Does that really cover you?"
"I dont know. Gruliow seemed to think it does. In any case, if I should feel it was appropriate for me to withhold information from the police, Id do it irrespective of the legal ramifications. So it cant hurt to have whatever shield attorney-client privilege provides, but Im going to do the same thing with or without it. "
"My hero," she said. "Hell do anything for a client. "
"Not exactly," I said, "because I told them I reserved the option of bringing the cops in at any point. My main concern is stopping this guy before there are any more killings. "
"Thats their concern, too, isnt it?"
"Youd think so, wouldnt you? I dont know what was said while I was sitting on the stoop across the street, but my impression was that theyre more interested in keeping the club of thirty-one off tabloid television than they are in keeping their own names out of the obituary column. If the story ever breaks, thats the end of the club. Dont forget, it was in existence before they were born, and they expect it to survive them all. Theyre not particularly eager to die for it, but they dont want to have to live without it, either. "
"Guys," she said.
"Hell, thats not the worst of it," I said. "Two of them were wearing identical red-and-black striped ties, and nobody said a word about it. I dont even think they noticed. "
"Shocking," she said. "Except I dont believe it. Youre making it up, arent you?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact. Howd you know?"
"Because you wouldnt have noticed either, you bear. "
"I might. Im a trained observer. "
"Describe their ties. "
"Whose ties?"
"Everybodys ties. "
"Well, Gerry Billings was wearing a bow tie. "
"He always wears a bow tie. What color?"
"Uh-"
"And dont make something up. Do you remember any of their ties?"
"Some were striped," I said.
"Uh-huh. And some werent. "
"I had more important things on my mind," I said, "than ties. "
"Right," she said. "I rest my case. "
Before I took Gruliows check I talked to them about security. "What you have to do," I said, "is pay attention to things youre in the habit of overlooking, or taking for granted. Is someone following you on the street? Is the same car circling your block over and over, or staked out across the street from your house? Are you getting a rash of suspicious phone calls? Is there a lot of static on your telephone line, or a batch of clicks along with abrupt changes in volume?"
"Paranoia time," someone said.
"A certain degree of paranoias part of life in our times," I said. "You people have a right to be a little more paranoid than the norm. Youve just paid out a thousand dollars a man because someones trying to kill you. You dont want to make it easy for him. "
"What about hiring bodyguards?"
"My drivers armed," Avery Davis volunteered, "and the cars bulletproof. Thats not a response to this particular threat. A couple of friends of ours were carjacked- Ed and Rhea Feinbock?"
"I read about that," Bill Ludgate said.
"Well, I heard about it firsthand, from Ed. The sons of bitches pistol-whipped him. And then I read about other instances, and I bought a limo and hired a pro to drive it. While I was at it, I picked a man with bodyguard experience. "
"Will he leap into the line of fire?" Bob Berk wanted to know. "Will he take a bullet for you, Avery?"
"I wouldnt think so, not for what Im paying him. "
I said, "I dont want to talk anybody out of employing bodyguards, but I dont think the situation warrants it. I think its more important for you to live defensively than that you hire someone to defend you. Youre going to have to keep your guard up all the time. "
"By checking to see if were being followed?"
"Among other things. Remember how Ian Heller died. "
"Jumped in front of a subway," someone said.
"Jumped or fell," I said, "and lets assume for the moment he was pushed. The cop on the case has spent enough time underground to be very cautious himself on subway platforms. Hes wary of ambulatory psychotics, careful not to get between some potential maniac and the edge of the platform. But that kind of caution alone wouldnt have protected Ian Heller. "
"Why not?"
"Suppose it was someone Heller knew. Suppose it was a friend of his. "
"Youre saying it was one of us," Ken McGarry said.
"Not necessarily, although I cant rule it out. You didnt all automatically clear yourselves by writing out a thousand-dollar check. But lets say Heller was in the subway, waiting for a train, and someone approached him. "
"Someone he knew?"
"Someone who knew him," I said. "Someone who called him by name. Youre Ian Heller, arent you? You dont remember me, but we met at So-and-sos party. Hed know enough about Heller to find a pretext for conversation. Heller wouldnt worry about getting shoved in front of a train. If anything, hed feel more secure than hed felt a few minutes ago. He wasnt all alone with a group of potentially dangerous strangers. He had a friend with him. "
Gordon Walser said it was diabolical. Lowell Hunter said, "You know, it reminds me of The Godfather. The attack when it comes will be from someone
you trust, someone you would never doubt for a moment. Thats who theyll use. "
"Thats how he must do it," I said. "In a way, Ian Heller was a bad example. His death occurred during rush hour. The platform was crowded, and anybody could have positioned himself properly and given him a well-timed shove. But it could have happened at an off-hour in an empty station, just the way I described it. "
"So well stay away from subways," someone said.
"What you ought to do," I suggested, "is think of the killer more as a confidence man than a wild-eyed assassin. Think of him stalking Alan Watson on his way home, then conveniently running into him after Watson stopped for pizza on Austin Street. Alan, how are you? You walking home? Im going the same way, Ill keep you company. Even if Watson had never seen the guy before, hed have to assume he was a neighbor, someone hed met and forgotten. And they probably had a very pleasant conversation, right up to the time when the guy stuck a knife in Watsons chest. "
"I dont know if I got through to them," I told Elaine. "A couple of them wanted to know if they ought to arm themselves. I didnt know what to tell them. They probably couldnt get carry permits, certainly not in a hurry, so that would mean risking an illegal-weapons charge. "
"Thats better than getting killed, isnt it?"
"Of course, and these men are respectable establishment types; if they wound up defending themselves with an illegal handgun, nobodyd be in a rush to bring charges against them. But suppose some perfectly innocent person asked one of them for a match, or lost his balance and lurched into one of our armed heroes?"
"Bang bang. "
"I told them to call me if anything out of the ordinary happens. Theyll keep in touch with each other, too. Its funny. "
"What is?"
"The way its got them relating to one another. In one way theyre closer. Remember, these are fellows whove shared a very intimate association for over thirty years- but only one night a year. Theyre united by deep and longstanding bonds of brotherhood, but they dont really know each other. "
"And?"
"And now things have changed, and nothing brings you together like the need to defend yourselves against a common enemy. But at the same time, the enemy might be one of them. "
"Didnt Pogo have something to say about that?"
" We have met the enemy and he is us. The thing is we havent met the enemy, not head-on. He may be one of us and he may not. So-"
"So theyre closely bonded but a little uneasy about it. "
"Something like that. For the first time ever they have to maintain contact with one another. And, also for the first time, they dont dare trust each other. Its like Cannibals and Christians. " She looked bewildered. "You know, Cannibals and Christians. Its a logic problem, youve got six people trying to cross a river, three cannibals and three Christians, and the boat only holds three people and you cant have one Christian left alone with two cannibals or hell get eaten. "
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