Epstein turned in his chair.
"I"m Epstein," he said.
Hawk nodded. Epstein turned back to me.
"Malone was part of a surveillance team on Sonny Karnofsky, back in the early seventies, when the bureau was trying to put Sonny away."
"Anyone else on the team?"
"Malone was the youngest. Everyone else is dead."
"So he knew Sonny," I said, "from a long time ago. That"s true of almost everyone in the cops-and-robbers business in Boston."
"It"s better than finding out he didn"t know him."
"They ever get Sonny?"
"No. But from what oral history I"ve been able to collect, Malone was occasionally seen in Sonny"s company." I nodded.
"That"s all I have on Malone. Clean record. No hint of impropriety."
"How about Sonny?" I said.
Epstein took a folder out of his briefcase and opened it. "Born Sarno Karnofsky, no middle name, in Hamtramck, Michigan in 1925. Married Evelina Lombard in 1945. Had a daughter, Bonnie Louise, born 1945. Did street-thug work in Detroit in the early forties, moved here the same year his daughter was born. You want his rap sheet?" I shook my head.
"Worked here for awhile with Joe Broz, then split with Broz and, by 1965 had his own outfit," Epstein said and grinned. "The rest is history."
"Only in America," I said. "You got anything else salient?"
"Abner Fancy," Epstein said. "That salient enough?" I could hear him struggling to keep the self-satisfaction from his voice. And failing.
"What about Abner?" I said.
"Did time in Ma.s.sachusetts. Cedar Junction. Armed robbery."
"When?"
"Was in from 1961 to 1965."
"It was Walpole then. When did he get out?"
"What month?"
"Yeah."
Epstein looked into his folder. "Paroled February second," he said.
"So he had a PO."
"He did, but we can"t find him. For crissake, Spenser, this was nearly forty years ago."
"Got the parole board hearing records?"
"In the folder," Epstein said. "Seems to have been a model prisoner."
Epstein put the folder on my desk. "You know anything salient I should know?"
"You know everything I know," I said.
"Let"s keep it that way," Epstein said.
"You bet," I said.
Epstein glanced at Hawk without saying anything, hesitated for a moment, then left.
Without looking up from his book, Hawk said, "Liar, liar, pants on fire."
"I never got in trouble keeping my mouth shut," I said.
"Sonny got a daughter named Bonnie whose mother"s maiden name was Lombard," Hawk said.
"I thought you were reading."
"Super Bro," Hawk said. "I can read and listen."
"It would be a spectacular coincidence," I said, "if Bonnie Louise Karnofsky were not Bunny Lombard."
"If Sonny live there back then."
"I"m working on that," I said.
"Rita?"
"Yeah."
"You ought to give in to her one time," Hawk said.
"And tell Susan what?"
"Line of duty," Hawk said.
I shook my head. "Maybe you need to step in," I said.
"Man, I got to do everything for you?"
"Almost," I said.
39.
According to his prison sheet, Abner Fancy had been born out of wedlock in Boston in 1940. He was living in the South End when he was arrested, on Canton Street in the years when it was somewhat less rarified. There was no indication in the record that he was a problem while he was doing his time. The parole board, when they paroled him, took note of the fact that he had taken every cla.s.s he could in the Taft prison-outreach program and appeared serious in his attempts to improve himself.
While I was reading Abner"s folder, Rita Fiore called me.
"House at Seventeen Ocean Street in Paradise was purchased in 1961 by Sarno and Evelina Karnofsky for one hundred twelve thousand five hundred dollars," she said.
"Bada bing," I said.
"Bada bing?"
"Bada bing!"
"I gather this information is useful to you," Rita said.
"It is," I said.
"So you owe me?"
"I do."
"I want lunch," Rita said. "I could send some over," I said.
"I want to eat it with you, you sonova b.i.t.c.h, so I can ply you with strong drink until you succ.u.mb."
"Oh h.e.l.l," I said. "Everybody does that."
"Monday," Rita said. "Noon. Lock Obers."
"A debt is a debt," I said.
"You are one sweet-talking dude," Rita said and hung up.
"Bonnie is Bunny," I said to Hawk, "is Bonnie Louise Karnofsky."
"Sonny live there early enough?"
"Bought the place in "61."
"And when his daughter goes to college, she don"t want to be the daughter of a hooligan," Hawk said. "So she use her mother"s maiden name."
"And either Bonnie got morphed into Bunny," I said. "Or Daryl remembered it wrong."
"So where is Bonnie/Bunny now?" Hawk said.
"Alumni directory still has her living with Sonny," I said.
"She"d be how old now?" Hawk said.
"Late fifties," I said.
"Christ, how old is Sonny?"
"Late seventies," I said. "I have to do all the math for you?"
"I concentrating on saving your life," Hawk said. "Can"t do that and math, too."
"You"re easily confused," I said. "We could go out and ask her whereabouts."
"Sure," Hawk said. "Sonny be glad to tell us."
"Okay, so we put that plan on hold," I said. "She must have had friends in college. Maybe I can find one that"s kept in touch."
"Lotta phone calls," Hawk said. "Could have Epstein pick her up for questioning."
"If he can find her," I said. "Fifty"s kind of old to be living at home. And if he does find her, he hasn"t got anything to hold her on. And if she has got something to hide, as soon as Epstein lets her go, Sonny will ship her off to Zanzibar, and n.o.body will find her."
"We could stake out the property," Hawk said. "See if we see her."
"We could," I said.
" "Course, if we don"t see her, it won"t mean she isn"t there," Hawk said. "Just mean she hasn"t come out while we there."
"And if we do see her, how will we know it"s her," I said.
"And maybe Sonny a little more alert to stakeouts than your average suburban dad," Hawk said.
"And since he"s trying to kill us anyway. "
"There you go saying "us" again."
"All for one and one for all," I said.
"Don"t that suck," Hawk said.
40.
We settled for a lot of phone calls.