Frankie.â
âIâll think about it,â Frankie said.
âOkay,â Russell said, âIâll tell her. Sheâs supposed to call me. See, you canât call her there, because the guyâs apparently there some times. So she has to call you.Sheâs supposed to call me tomorrow. She was supposed to call me today, actually, only, I was out. Jesus, you should see the thing I got this morning. I got this big black fucker, German shepherd.
âGuy I know,â Russell said, âcalls me. Last night. Heâs looking over this place in Needham. Guy that owns itâs supposed to have a pretty good coin collection. Those medals theyâre selling now? Made of silver and stuff. I can get in there like I was getting into bed,â he tells me. The both of them work and they havenât got no kids. But they got this goddamned
dog
in there, looks like a fuckinâ wolf or something.â So he tells me, I get the dog outa his way, I can have the dog. Plus heâll gimme a fifth, what he gets.
âSo I go over there,â Russell said. âThe houseâs back from the street and all, lots of trees and stuff. Beautiful. And we go around the back, thereâs the dog in there, jumping around like heâs gonna go out of his mind or something. Barking and everything. âOkay,â I say, let the bastard out.â Iâm not going inside and tangle assholes with that monster. âLet him out?â the guy says. âYou must be crazy or something. Heâll kill both of us.â Well anyway, he racks up the window and that fuckinâ dog comes out of there like his assâs on fire. I hadda couple wool shirts on my arm and he makes this whipass flying jump at me and knocks me on my ass, but I got the arm up and all heâs doing, heâs chewing the hell out of them shirts. And Iâm, he keeps trying to spit them out and I wonât let him. And heâs growling like a mad bastard. So, I get this stick in his mouth. Now heâs not chewing, ack, ack, ack. Then I put six phenobarbs down his throat and I take the stick out and heâs got to swallow and I put the stick back in. He almost bit the fuckinâ stick in half, for Christ sake, and I hadit way the hell back in there, too. Then, I got this rope, and I tie, I hadda slip knot in it. Tie his mouth shut onna stick. Tie his feet, the guyâs helping me. I get him inna car. I had Kennyâs car. Heâs a great dog, boy. If I can ever sell him to somebody, find somebody that wants a dog to kill people with.â
âWhatâd he get in coins and stuff?â Frankie said.
âNothing,â Russell said. âGuy put them inna bank.â
âBull
shit
,â Frankie said.
âNo bullshit,â Russell said, âI know the guy. He came right around. Showed me what he got. Couple cameras, portable color, some silver stuff. He had the paper the guy got, the guy put the stuff in the bank. Guys borrow money some times. It happens.â
âThatâs what I oughta do,â Frankie said. âI oughta go down the bank and borrow myself some money. They probably wouldnât mind, last time I did it I was inna can for doing it, I had a gun.â
Frankie turned the 300F up the Bedford-Carlisle exit ramp on Route 128. At the island he turned left on Route 12 and crossed 128 on the overpass. Beyond 128, Route 12 was dark.
âOnce they see what a nice fellow you are now, and all,â Russell said.
âSure,â Frankie said. âI can show them my papers, there. Rehabilitated son of a bitch, is what I am. Well, letâs see how this turns out, first.â
Frankie took the fifth right beyond the 128 overpass. The Chrysler moved beneath bare, tall oaks. At a slight rise the road bent to the right and a small white sign, in script, said:
INNISHAVEN
. Frankie took the Chrysler right, into the driveway.
âGot a nice golf course here and everything,