Ashland or Knudsen. Who does that leave? Who else is a friend of Johnny? Iâm not working for the Horsemen; they do their own prowling. Iâm not with the parole board; theyâve already given up looking. Does that narrow the field down enough for you?â Vito loosened his grip on the plant. He grinned at Frank. I didnât much care for Vitoâs grin. It looked like a smiling deathâs head.
âYou working for Muriel Falkirk, Mr. Cooperman?â Frank said.
âIâm not saying yes.â Vito tugged at the leaf of the rubber plant again, so I added, reluctantly, âAnd Iâm not saying no.â That was enough for Vito; he dropped the leaf altogether and came back across the room.
âThatâs the right answer, Mr. Cooperman. I think we understand one another. Vito and me will be going now. Come on, Vito. Let the man finish what he started in peace.â Vito placed the leaf he had torn off on the coffee table.
âSorry,â he said with an awkward shrug. They backed to the front door, and in another moment I was alone with my motherâs plants again. The hind end of a blue Mustang was disappearing around the curve and pulling on to the highway.
EIGHT
On my shaky way back to town, I could see that it was beginning to get dark. And with the dying of the sun, the winter took another night-time grip on the city. The manhole covers were steaming in the middle of St. Andrew Street. The stores had their display signs lit. In another half hour the streetlights would blink on.
After parking the car, I crossed the busy one-way stream of traffic and went into the United. If Iâd been a drinking man, this would have been the time for a straight belt of whiskey. As it was, I settled for a vanilla shake. After what Iâd just been through, I needed to break the routine. The girl made it thick and set the aluminum container down with my glass. The straw stood up unaided in the centre of the froth.
I could hear my phone ringing while I was still climbing the stairs. I didnât hurry because those are the calls that stop as you rush across the room. I got the door open and it was still crying out when I plucked it off the cradle. It was Muriel. She sounded agitated, not the girl Iâd talked to a few hours ago.
âBenny, what are you doing?â
âMy best.â What else could I say? âWhatâs on your mind?â
âNothing special,â she said in a way that made me think she meant the opposite. âIâd like to see you.â
âAny time. Thatâs what youâre paying me for, remember?â
âIâd like to see you soon, but not at your office and not at my place. Both places may be watched. Help me think, Benny.â She sounded like she was trying to fit me into a tight schedule.
âHow about the back row of the Capitol Theatre?â
âBenny, youâre sweet. Think harder.â
âWhat about the library? Thatâs quiet. I want to tell you about a run-in I had with a pair of tough customers who drive that blue Mustang I was asking you about.â
âThe Public Library, you say?â She sounded a little abstracted from the here and now, like she was trying to talk with a manicurist working on both arms and a new hair-dresser doing strange things to her hair.
âSure, I think thatâs the best bet. I can think of at least two hoodlums who wonât follow you in there. Itâs about a quarter to six now â¦â I was translating from my Japanese watch which read 5:42 in ruby digits. âCan you make it by six, or a little after? Iâll wait for you in the Special Collections section. Itâs in a room of its own on the second floor. You got that, Muriel? Now can you tell me anything about whatâs happened?â
âIâll tell you everything in a few minutes. Until then, Benny, Lord love you.â It was a fine and unexpected thing to hear her say. It passed
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