The Erection Set

I could have shot the old bastard right then and there, but there still was some fun left in it and my face creased into a tight grin. “I’m retired, but let’s say I’m called back for a consultation. Just one other thing ... how’d you find me?”

“You never bothered covering your tracks, son. Pretty stupid, wasn’t it?”

“I never bothered thinking about it.”

“You sure screwed everybody else up, though. The vultures took a while to locate you.” He let out a little chuckle. “Some job you did on Bridey-the-Greek and Markham.”

“I didn’t kill them.”

He chuckled again, his fingers rapping against the arm of the chair. “I know, but the others were all yours, weren’t they?”

They was no use answering him. He knew the answers.

“Who’s left, Dog?” He knew that answer too, but he wanted me to say it.

“Arnold Bell,” I told him.

“And he’s new, Dog. I hear tell he’s even better than you were at your very best. He was paid in advance and is one of those crazy people who are dedicated to their jobs. You’re his biggest challenge and after he kills you he’ll be the king in his business. There will be other Turks and other Le Fleurs and they’ll always be needing Arnold Bell to keep the raiders out of their empires. They laid everything on the line to have you wiped out because you are the biggest threat of them all. As long as you are alive they can never exist in security and safety. So the biggest gun of all comes out and the advantage is all his.”

“You think he can nail me?” I asked him.

“Certainly. You know the mortality rate in this business. It’s always the ones on the way up who knock off the ones on the way out.”

“Then why bother setting me up?”

“An old man needs a glimpse of the past to refresh his memories, occasionally. At my age, that’s all you have to live on. I’m just sorry I won’t be there to see it happen. It should be a bloody mess. Maybe if you had run me down a little sooner I would have called the odds pretty even, but you’ve slowed up, buddy. The reflexes are still there, but the old computer doesn’t send the messages out fast enough. They put old dogs to sleep, son. You’re ready for the pound.”

“Can I have one last bark?” I asked him.

Ferris nodded. “Maybe even a growl.”

“Thanks a bunch. Where’s the stuff?”

“In an old panel truck out back. Don’t bother asking me how I got it through or how I’m going to get back. One day they can read it all in my memoirs.” He reached in his pocket, took out an ignition key and tossed it to me. “Like you used to say, it’s your ball now, kid.”

It nested in the shadows of the building, an old Dodge panel job with crumpled fenders and doors you had to wrench open. A tattered army blanket covered the holes in the seat cushions and there was no window on the driver’s side. The ignition key unlocked the doors in the back and when I swung them open the sealed walnut coffin gave off a dull sheen in the light of my match. Sharon sucked in her breath with an audible gasp, her hands clasped tight around my arm. I pushed her loose, climbed inside and broke the seal on the lid. Her face was a pale white oval with brighter spots where her eyes were, watching me look in the satin-padded box.

“Dog .. Her voice was barely a whisper.

“The biggest corpse in the world, baby. There’s enough heroin here to overdose every addict in New York.” I shut the lid and climbed out of the truck.

“Dog .. she said again. “Heroin?”

“Big H.”

“Yours?”

“All mine. Bundles of millions of dollars and it’s all mine.”

I didn’t have to see her face to know the disgust was there. The loathing was there too when she asked, “What are you going to do with it?”

“Sell it, kid,” I told her.

This time she didn’t touch me. She took a small step away and became part of the shadows. Very calmly, she said, “I think I hate you, Dog.”

“That’s good, because you wouldn’t understand the purchase price of the stuff.”

“I understand, all right. I should have listened to you sooner. The world would be a lot better off without people like you.”

“Then stick around and see it happen.”

“I intend to, Dog. It’s what you wanted me to do anyway, wasn’t it?”

My guts knotted up inside me, but I had to get it out. “Yes.” I looked around for Ferris, waiting to hear his sardonic little chuckle.

But Ferris had disappeared back into the past and had left me alone with his terrible present.

XXIII

You don’t maintain a posture of dignity when you’re staring down the ugly muzzle of a .45 automatic. Not when you know the history of the guy behind the blued steel and thought that he had been eliminated hours ago. Not when you’re in a pair of striped shorts and nothing else, with skinny legs that couldn’t hold still and a lovely blonde woman who had brand-new case-hardened eyes watching you out of mild curiosity and total disdain.

I said, “Just one more time, friend, or Weller-Fabray loses your services permanently. You know the new contact number and you know where he’s at.”

“Please ... Mr. Kelly, you know what will happen if I tell you where ...”