The Long Wait Page 3

  “Yeah, they did it,” I told him easily.

  “Damn it all, finish itl”

  “Not much to finish. Guy named Lindsey wanted to talk to me. We talked. It got a little bit rough and we finished talking in the hospital. Nobody got around to saying much. Lindsey seems to think we’ll be having another talk soon.”

  “Never took you to be a fool, Johnny. Took you to be a lot of things, but never a fool.”

  “What else did you take me for?”

  I put it to him too fast and he shifted uncomfortably. “I’m ... sorry, son. Didn’t mean to bring that up again.” Then his face pinched together. “Maybe I was wrong.”

  You can cover a situation nicely by sticking a butt in your mouth. That’s what I did. I still didn’t know what he was driving at and I wasn’t tipping my hand asking questions about something I should have known.

  “Maybe,” I said through the smoke.

  “There’s a bus going out tonight.” He checked with his watch. “Better’n two hours yet so you can wait here. If nobody saw you come in they won’t know you’re here.”

  “Forget it, forget it. I like it here.” I grinned at him slowly. “Pop, what do you know about Lindsey?”

  “Johnny, you ...”

  “I asked you something.”

  “You ought to know what he’s like. After Bob Minnow died he swore he’d get the guy who done it and he’s never stopped trying. He’ll never give up, Johnny. He ain’t like the rest. Lmdsey’s straight as they come. He’s the only decent guy left and he stays that way because that’s the way he’s made. I’m telling you, Johnny, nothing’ll pull him off your neck. Not money or nobody or nothing. God knows they tried. He woulda been ousted long ago for not playing ball the way everybody else does, only he knows too much. He don’t talk, but if he did it would be pretty tough.”

  He stopped and took a breath. I said, “Spell it out. A lot of things happen in five years. What’s the pitch?”

  “Yeah,” he nodded, “I guess you might not know about it at that. Things ain’t peaceful anymore like they was. You saw the town, didn’t you? Sure. Gin mills on every comer and nothing but gambling joints in between. Drunks and lushes all over the place. Prostitution in the North End and who cares? Nobody cares so long as the money rolls in. There’s more of it in this town than the state capital and just like the boys want it. You’d think that the people would say something.

  “Okay, they vote and so what? The election always winds up to keep the town laws the way they are now. The City Council moves the way the merchants want ‘em to move and no other way. That’s what’s so screwy about it. There’s better’n fifty thousand people in this town and every year it looks like practically all of ’em are in favor of a good cleanup. They swamp the polls and still the opposition makes ’em look sick.”

  “Who runs it all?”

  “Runs it? Hell, you got the mayor, the council, this association, that association, the Republicans, the Democrats. Hell....”

  “I mean who runs it, Pop. Who runs all the works together?”

  “Come again?”

  “Somebody’s behind the works.”

  “Oh ... sure, sure. You take the joints in town now, they belong to the Lyncastle Business Group. That’s Lenny Servo’s bunch. He heads up the saloons and the game rooms.”

  “What does he own?”

  “Own? Hell, he don’t own nothing. He got the cigarettes and hat-check concession in all them places and makes more’n they do. Nope, he don’t own a thing, but he’s got enough cash to stake a guy who wants to open up a joint. Lenny, he don’t take any chances. He sits back and takes it easy while he runs his organization.”

  I took a deep pull on the cigarette and let it settle in my mind. “He sounds like a nice guy,” I said.

  “Great guy. Everybody wants to be palsy with him. He’s free with his dough if it means he gets something back. Like the recreation park he ‘donated’ to the city ... if they’d give him some swampland on the river. So now the swamp’s gone and he’s got a layout there that pulls in all the river traffic during the summer. Real fancy place it is.”

  “Where’s he from?”

  The old guy shrugged. “Who knows? He moved in about six years ago. Ran a saloon for a while before he branched out.” He stopped speaking at the floor and let his eyes come up to mine. “You got a lot of curiosity about a town you gotta get out of, Johnny.”

  “I’m not getting out of anything.”

  “Can I ask you something?”

  “Go ahead.”

  “You kill Bob Minnow?”

  I said it like it was the answer without saying a thing at all. “Guess.”

  The clock made a whirring noise on the wall. Outside the baby whined then was still. “I didn’t figure you did, Johnny.” He smiled at me and his shoulders went up and down in a sigh. He looked at me again and shook his head. “Never figured you did, boy, but now I’m not so sure.”

  I could feel the nasty sneer trying to crawl across my mouth. “Why?”

  “Didn’t think you had the guts, that’s why.” He set himself for something he thought would happen.

  “What changed your mind?”

  I got that look again, the one with the puzzle behind it. He took a long time saying. “It took more guts to come back than to kill old Bob.”

  I mashed the last of the butt under my heel. “Never try to figure a guy, Pop. It doesn’t always work out.”

  “No ... no, it sure don’t at that. Mind telling me what Lindsey had to say about all this?”

  “Lindsey’s a pretty sore cop. He was all set to line me up for a murder rap, I guess. He had the gun that killed this Bob Minnow and it had my prints on it. He said.”

  Pop’s eyes went wide. “Then you didn’t...”

  I held up my hands so he could see where the tips of my fingers used to be. “He couldn’t prove it, Pop. He wanted to, but even though he knew every inch of my body by heart he couldn’t prove that I was me. Silly, isn’t it?”

  “Johnny,” he gasped, “it’ll never work!”

  I laughed at him. “What do you bet?”

  He climbed off his stool, his face a mixture of confusion and bewilderment. “Look, I need a drink. Got a couple hours before I open the window again so let’s get a drink.”

  “Now you’re talking.” I opened the door and walked out while he locked up his money drawers. The woman with the baby was walking up and down the platform outside and the waiting room was deserted. Even the shadows outside were deserted. The old man came out, snapped the lock on the door and checked it, then pulled on his coat.

  A penny post card was sticking out of the side pocket and when he came alongside me I picked it out, dropped it on the floor and made a play of picking it up. “Dropped something.”

  He said thanks and stuck it back in his pocket. But I had time to catch the Nicholas Henderson, 391 Sutter Place on the address side.

  He had a battered ’36 Ford out back and got in under the wheel while I wedged in beside him. “Where we going?”

  “Up here a piece. Only place where you can get a decent steak anymore. Get girlies too, if you’re interested.”

  “I’m always interested in girlies,” I laughed.

  His head turned so sharply it almost threw him off balance. “You’re changed.”

  “Five years is a long time, Pop. Enough to change a guy,” I said easily.

  He backed out of the space with a jerk and swung around in the bus port. “Yeah, guess you’re right there,” he agreed.

  Chapter Three

  THE PLACE was a roadhouse on the north-south highway. There was nothing fancy about it except the sign that said LOUIE DINERO’S STEAKS AND CHOPS. It was a real log cabin job with a big fieldstone fireplace on the bar side and from the number of cars parked in the drive, business was booming.

  “Kind of far out for such a trade, isn’t it?”

  “Don’t make no difference. It’s the only good place left to eat. Catches a
ll the trade going home.”

  Inside, a rumba band picked up the beat and a lot of people started whistling at something happening on the dance floor. Pop said hello to a few people, got a big hello in Italian dialect from Louie himself and introduced me with a half-hearted wave. I think I said hello. It was hard to talk and watch the blonde wrapped around the microphone at the same time. She was a real bottle-yellow blonde in a green dress that went on like a bathrobe and was held together by only one button in the middle. No matter which way she stepped you’d see almost all the inside of a lovely tanned leg that was a tantalizing flash in the amber spotlight. She started off the song with little steps that got larger and more critical and had everybody forgetting their chow waiting for the inevitable.

  The song was about three bars too short and the inevitable stayed hidden. Instead of giving the patrons a breather she started a new routine with the top of the dress and for a minute I thought she would come out of it altogether. That song ended too fast too. She got one hell of a round of applause and disappeared behind the curtains beside the band.

  Louie said, “You like?”

  I said, “I love.”

  He gave me a big smile and patted his belly contentedly. “Wendy she was good tonight. Very good. Sometimes soon she make the big time.”

  I grunted, “She had it made a long time ago.”

  “So true. But she likes it here and won’t leave. I pay tops. Very nice girl. Now, Nick, you and your young friend like to eat?”

  Pop said, “Sure, I need something. Get us a couple steaks, but bring a drink first. We’ll be over at the corner table.”

  By the corner table he meant the one that was wedged so far in the comer behind a palm and some draperies that it was empty because nobody knew it was there. The drinks reached the table the same time we did and went down in time for the waiter to bring back the empties for a refill.

  “This a regular banquet of yours, Pop?”

  “Guy gets tired of boarding-house cooking sometimes.”

  “Nice job you got. Maybe you own the bus line.”

  “Hell, Johnny, it ain’t expensive here for me. Friend of mine supplies Louie at a cut rate, so Louie makes up the favor on the bill. The steaks are something special.”

  He wasn’t kidding there. They were very special. I didn’t know how hungry I was until I worked mine over until there was a big shiny T in the middle of the plate. I pulled out a smoke and sat back to enjoy it when the blonde came in around the palm and I sat there with the match burning down to my fingers.

  She didn’t have on the green dress, but the one she wore was just as good. When I studied her a little closer I decided that it wasn’t the dress at all but what was underneath it. She said, “Hello, Nick,” in a rich, husky voice and wrinkled her nose at me.

  “Hi, Wendy, meet Johnny.”

  I like women who stick out their hand and shake like a man. It gives you a chance to feel what they’re made of. This one was okay. “Hello, Wendy. I liked your number.”

  She laughed deep down in her throat. “Not disappointed?”

  “Well, a little bit. I had hopes there for a while. Someday the threads holding on that button will wear out.”

  “I’d get awfully cold,” she said.

  I grinned at her. “Uh-uh. I’d keep you warm.”

  “You’d have to beat off the mob with a club,” Pop grunted. “Sit down, Wendy. You through for the night?”

  “All done and ready to go home. You going to drive me back?”

  “Sure. Take you as far as the station and Johnny can go the rest.”

  That was nice of him.

  Wendy said, “Swell. Or will I have to fight you off?”

  “Don’t be so damn anxious,” I told her. “When I have to fight a dame for what I want I’ll hang up.”

  She propped her chin in her hand and smiled all over her face. It was a beautiful face with eyes that were all sex and a mouth to match. She even looked good with the bleach job and that’s not easy. “I was just asking,” she said. “It’s hard to tell what a guy’s like these days and you look like you already had one hung on you.”

  “You mean the head?”

  “That and your jacket.”

  Pop shoved his plate back and picked up the last of his drink. “He got that from the cops, honey.”

  The smile waned away. “Cops?”

  “His name is Johnny McBride.”

  That beautiful mouth made a curve that said a silent “Ohl” that became part of a frightened scrowl. “You mean ...”

  I took it up from there. “The police would like to prove that I killed somebody.”

  “But ... they did!”

  “You ought to speak to them and find out.”

  Her eyes went between me and Pop. He jerked his thumb at me. “Look at his fingers, Wendy.”

  I turned my hands over and let her have a peek at the smooth surfaces of my fingers. There was nothing ugly about them. A lot of hard work rigging oil derricks had taken away most of the discoloration and they would have looked just like fingers if they weren’t so slick.

  She was going to say something, but Pop beat her to it. “He’s crazy.”

  I pulled my hands back and picked up the butt. “You’d be surprised how sane I am.” My voice had a hard edge to it.

  Pop caught it the first time. “What do ya mean?” “Why’d you bring me here, Pop? There were plenty of places to eat in town.”

  He didn’t answer.

  “Before you left you made a phone call. It was to blondie here. Why?”

  It caught him with his mouth open. He let it hang that way for a second before closing it sheepishly. “You was listening,” he accused me.

  “Listening nuts. I’m guessing and I’m guessing right.”

  “You’re right, Johnny. He called me.” I grinned at the blonde and let her throw the ball to the old duffer.

  “Okay, Johnny,” he said, “I called her. Now I’ll tell you why. I think you’re a plain damn fool for sticking around, but that’s your business and I’m not butting in there. Just the same, you park right out where everybody can see you and you’re asking for trouble. Wendy here owns a pretty big house and she’s going to take you in.”

  “That all?” I asked.

  “That’s all, Johnny.” He stopped and stared at his plate. “Can’t you tell me what’s biting you?”

  “No. Nothing’s biting me.”

  “Ah, I don’t know. A guy’s not much help when he’s old, I guess. When you was a little kid and used to hang around the station I was the guy who fixed your kites and took the knots outa your fishing line. Ever since you got into trouble I’ve worried myself sick over you. Come on, let’s get outta here.”

  And there it was, another piece of history that went back twenty years. Like most kids, I was supposed to have made the station a regular hangout. I bet I even used to know the schedules by heart. Now I could quit worrying about why the old guy was so damn friendly. It was nice to know those things, especially when I had never seen him before in my life.

  Wendy picked up her hat and purse, said so-long to Louie and the bar crowd, then joined us outside. There was only room for two in the front of the Ford, so I got in back and took it easy awhile. Nobody said anything until the car rolled in against the platform, then the old boy got out and told me to get up front.

  I said, “Sure, Pop.”

  He gave a tug at his mustache and glared at me. “And damnit, stop calling me ‘Pop’! You know my name as well as I do!”

  “Okay, Mr. Henderson.”

  “You sure got fresh in five years, Johnny.” He stamped away, but got over his mad soon enough to turn around and wave.

  We waved back and he disappeared inside.

  The station was still empty.

  “Where you staying, Johnny?”

  “Hathaway House.”

  The blonde nodded, made a turn and cut down to the main drag. “We’ll go right to my place and you can send for your baggag
e in the morning.”

  “I don’t have any baggage. I’m not going to your place yet either. Maybe tomorrow, but not tonight.”

  She didn’t argue about it. “That’s your affair. I’m only doing it as a favor for Nick.”

  I waited until she was stopped for a red light and grinned so she could see it. “Look, Wendy, you’re a nice little mouse and all that, but you’re strictly the kind of sex I can’t afford to have around right now. I got things to do.”

  Her eyebrows slid up disdainfully. “Don’t worry, you won’t get raped.”

  “It’s been known to happen,” I said.

  “God, what an ego!” The light changed and the car shot forward with the gears mashing noisily.

  “Don’t fool yourself, baby. I’m as much man as you are woman and like Freud says, it’s sex that motivates everything.”

  “You’re an educated bastard.”

  “Yeah.”

  A smile played around in the comer of her mouth. “Perhaps I should change that song routine of mine.”

  “Do that. Either let ’em see it or keep it hidden altogether. I hate to be teased.”

  She threw back her head, laughed and I laughed with her. Then we both shut up until we were a block from the hotel. I saw the sign up ahead and told her to stop. I got out, shut the door and leaned on the window. “If the invitation is still good, where do I find your place?”

  Her face was a pale oval in the gloom of the car. “4014 Pontiel Road, Johnny. It’s a white house on the crest of a hill. I’ll leave a key in the big flowerpot on the porch.”

  There was something in her voice that was all honey and butter like when she sang that song and I could see her in the green dress with all the light tan skin showing. I reached out and pulled her halfway across the seat until her mouth was there, full and ripe, and I tasted it hungrily, feeling the hot lance of her tongue before she stiffened and jerked away.

  “Damn you. That was a nice line about not fighting for it!”

  “Hell, that was just sparring around,” I said. Then I laughed and she let the clutch out so fast I almost went on my neck. I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face because she was a hot little mouse who liked to tease and couldn’t take any teasing back. She didn’t know it, but she was due for some lessons in Freud at that Pontiel Road address.