Out of Sight

"You bust in, it's like a holdup. Or we could do supermarkets, liquor stores."

"Then you might as well stick to banks," Foley said, "a holdup's a holdup." He got up from his chair to look out at the ocean again.

"I'd sure like to know what happened."

"Well, Glenn'd be the one to talk to," Buddy said.

"If they caught him it'd be in the paper, so he must be hiding out. Or, he might've gone up to Detroit again." Now Buddy was nodding.

"When I first spoke to him he'd been up there checking things out. You remember the Wall Street crook, Dick the Ripper? That's where he lives."

"Ripley," Foley said, "sure, I remember him, with the five mil walking-around money. Glenn's still talking about that?"

"He wanted to visit you at Glades, see if you're interested."

"I might be, now. So you think Glenn's in Detroit?"

"If he ain't locked up. He sure isn't hanging around here. Not after leaving us out on the highway."

"I'm not mad at him," Foley said.

"I don't think any less of him than I ever did. No, but if he's up there and has it worked out…"

"He got hold of Snoopy Miller. You recall how he was taking Snoopy with him that time? He isn't fighting no more, Glenn says he's managing some guys. I figure all we'd have to do is find out where they hold fights and there's Snoopy."

"He takes us to Glenn," Foley said, "and we help him rip off the Ripper. That the idea?"

Buddy said, "If you don't mind breaking into the man's home."

"It's the sneaking around in the dark never appealed to me much," Foley said.

"But you never know if you're gonna like something or not till you try it. I never tried okra, even living in New Orleans, till I was a grown man. Now I never see it."

"Look at it another way," Buddy said, "there's nothing like work to take your mind off your worries."

NINE

Her dad, reading the paper, said, "They're finally offering a reward, ten grand for information leading to the arrest…"

The doorbell rang.

"That's on each one. Somebody could make thirty grand."

Karen got up. Leaving the room she heard her dad say, "He's late," and something about missing his program. It was eight-fifty in the evening of the third day following the escape.

She opened the door for Ray Nicolet, smiling at her in the porch light.

He said he couldn't find the house, all the trees and vegetation, and came in saying, "It's like a jungle out there."

"It is a jungle," Karen said.

"I asked my dad if he remembers what the house looks like. He said, Teah, it's white."

"He needs a gardener."

"He has gardeners, he likes the seclusion. When my mom was alive you could see the house from the street. She was outside every day trimming, weeding."

"So, you having a nice visit?"

"He took the week off so we'd have time together. So far he's played golf every day. He watches Jeopardy during dinner and English murder mysteries after. Inspector Morse, Wexford…

You never see a MAC-10 or blood on the walls." She told Ray this bringing him through the dark house to a screened sitting room of chairs and sofas slip covered in green and red hibiscus patterns.

Her dad sat in soft lamplight with the paper. Outside, beyond the garden and a sweep of lawn, was the fifth fairway of the Leucadendra Country Club. Karen said, "Dad? Ray Nicolet?"

Watching them shake hands she said, "Ray's with the Violent Crimes Task Force, working on the prison break."

"I see that," her dad said, and Ray turned to Karen holding his jacket open to show the task force inscription on his T-shirt in red, her dad saying, "In case no one knows what he does."

Ray said, "The reason I'm late-" Got that far as her dad said, "Ray, answer a question for me."

Karen felt her body tense; but then decided it was okay. Her dad had the paper open looking for a story; he wasn't going to ask Ray about his personal life, his marriage, separation, was he still living at home, any of that.

"Here it is. It says in the headline, "I slept with a murT derer," says shaken Miami woman." She lives in Little Havana.

The guy comes to her door, says he's a rafter, just made it here from Cuba and doesn't know anybody or have a place to stay.

She fixes him pork chops and rice, the next thing you know they're making love on the sofa. She says he was very gentle."

"I spoke to her," Ray said.

"The guy told her he missed his little girl and she felt sorry for him."

Her dad said, "That's how you score now?" He looked at the paper again.

"Listen to this.

"Afterward, she went to sleep in the bedroom with her children." She says, quote, "I don't allow any man other than my husband in our bed."

The husband's out of town, working. The next morning she fixes the guy Kellogg's Corn Flakes for breakfast and sends one of the kids to the store to get him a can of Colgate shaving cream, regular scent."

"You see it," Karen said, "as a testimonial, an ad. Escaped con swears by Colgate shaving cream."

"Regular scent," her dad said.

"No, I was wondering how they know this guy's Chirino."