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Chapter 19

Epstein was silent for awhile, as if he were thinking about things.

"You were a cop once," he said after awhile.

I nodded.

"You remember why?"

"Yep."



"And you quit."

"Yes I did."

"You remember why?"

"Yep."

"I"m an organization man," Epstein said. "I don"t want to quit."

"So you can look into Malone and Karnofsky, and Karnofsky"s family?"

"You think he"s got a family member involved."

"He made a pa.s.sing allusion," I said. "And while you"re at it, you might want to see if you got anything in the system on Leon Holton or Abner Fancy. I know Holton did time in the California prison system. And I"ll bet Fancy has done time someplace. Fancy may be AKA Shaka."

"Shaka?"

"Shaka."

"Like in Shaka Zulu."

"Just like that."

"Where do these guys come in?"

I told him.

"I"ll see what I can do," he said. "I cannot spend Bureau money entirely at my own discretion."

"Me either," I said.

"At least you"re getting a fee."

"Yeah."

"How much you make on something like this?"

"Thinking of going private?" I said.

"Just curious."

"For this particular gig," I said, "I"ve received six Krispy Kreme donuts."

Epstein looked at me silently for a time. Then he smiled. "Lucky b.a.s.t.a.r.d," he said.

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Hawk was driving a silver Lexus that year. It had one of those E-ZPa.s.s things mounted on the windshield, and we zipped through the Allston tolls on the Ma.s.s. Pike without hesitation.

"Did you acquire that transponder legally?" I said.

"No," Hawk said.

"At least you"re consistent," I said.

"Guy behind us oughta have one, too," Hawk said.

"Somebody"s behind us?"

"Blue Chevy," Hawk said. "Was behind us on Storrow, too. Then he got hung up in the exact-change lane, and now he"s busting his a.s.s to catch us."

I turned in my seat and looked out the back window.

"Third car behind us?" I said.

"Uh-huh."

"Picked us up on Storrow?"

"Be my guess he picked us up front of your place," Hawk said. "And I didn"t make him until Storrow."

"You see who it is?"

"Nope. Maybe all day, all Sonny?" Hawk said.

"Could be," I said. "On the other hand, there"s folks in the FBI might want to know what I"m up to. If they picked us up in front of my place, then they know there"s two of us."

"They do," Hawk said. "But they might not know one of us is me."

"So they might be overconfident?" I said.

"Might," Hawk said. "What you want me to do with them?"

"We"ll go about our business," I said. "If they"re Feds, they"re welcome to tag along. If they"re from Sonny and they try to kill us, we"ll try to prevent them."

"Wha"s this we, Whitey? They ain"t after me."

"You have to protect me," I said. "I"m your only friend."

The Chevy tailed inconspicuously along behind us. Sometimes, on stretches without exits, it would pull past us and drive along two or three cars ahead. As we approached exits, it dropped back. It was several cars back when we took the Walford exit.

Taft University was on a series of low hills along both sides of Walford Road, about a half mile from the Pike. The main entrance road curved up the tallest of the hills, past some dormitories, toward the administration building, which formed one side of a big quadrangle at the top. Hawk parked next to a sign that read FACULTY PARKING ONLY. The Chevy pulled in on the other side of the road, back down the hill a little in front of a dormitory. A mixed field of summer-school students was playing touch football on the lawn.

"Let"s just sit for a minute," I said.

Hawk nodded, and we sat.

The Chevy sat.

We sat.

n.o.body got out of the Chevy.

"As you so sensitively pointed out," I said, "if they are interested in bodily harm, they"re after me, not you."

"Uh-huh."

"So if I got out and you drove off, they"d come after me, and we"d know. Or they wouldn"t, and we"d know."

"Uh-huh."

"And if they"re from Sonny and bear me ill will, and if you hadn"t driven very far off, you could appear and descend upon them like the wolf upon the fold."

"Or," Hawk said, "I see there only be three or four of them and figure I like your odds, and I drive back to Boston."

"I prefer the wolf upon the fold," I said.

Hawk shrugged. "Okay," he said.

"If there will be shooting, we need to do this where a couple dozen college kids won"t get cut down in the first volley."

"Don"t make no difference to me," Hawk said.

"I know that."

We sat some more. The Chevy sat some more. The touch football game flourished on the lawn. I"d spent some time at Taft with a power forward named Dwayne Woodc.o.c.k, and again looking into the murder of a girl named Melissa Henderson. I thought about how the campus was laid out. "Okay," I said. "I"ll get out here and walk down that hill past the pond toward the field house. You pull away up past the library and into the quadrangle. Park on the other end, closest to the field house, and see what"s up. If they come after me, you come lippity-lop to my rescue."

"Lippity-lop?"

"Yeah. Like Br"er Rabbit. I"m trying to bridge the racial gap."

"Let it gap," Hawk said.

"You got anything but the handgun?" I said.

"Usual selection in the trunk. You carrying that little.38?"

"No need to be offensive," I said. "It"s got a two-inch barrel."

"Yeah. You Irish. You think that"s long."

"Long enough," I said.

"Sho," Hawk said. "Can"t miss from three feet." I got out of the car and closed the door behind me, and Hawk drove off. There was a long, gra.s.sy slope ahead of me with a pond to the left, where some kids lay on blankets, drinking beer. A portable radio was playing music I didn"t recognize. On one blanket, the kids were necking. College is great, except for the cla.s.ses. Behind me, I heard a car start. I kept walking, not in a hurry, but as if I had a destination. I heard tires crunch on the roadside gravel behind me.

Hawk, of course, was right about my gun. I was wearing a short-nosed Smith & Wesson.38, b.u.t.t forward on my left side. It was a comfortable gun to wear and effective at close range. But from where I was to where they were, I"d be lucky to hit the car. Left of the pond, back up the slope, was the library end of the quadrangle. I was careful not to look for Hawk. Past the pond and to my right stood the field house where Dwayne Woodc.o.c.k had shaved some points and Clint Stapelton had practiced his big serve. It seemed quite still on the warm June day. Behind me, a car door slammed, and then another and a third. One front seat, two backseat, I thought. We had some distance on the college kids now. I slowed down a little. I could hear my breath going in and out. I could smell the pond smell now. The muscles across my shoulders were tightening, and I couldn"t make them stop. I bore right, skirting the pond, strolling on the campus, unaware and free of care. I was aware of my heartbeat. Near the edge of the pond, I stopped for a moment and crouched down to tie my shoe. While I was down there, I took out the.38 and c.o.c.ked it and palmed it. I have big hands. When I straightened up, the gun was barely visible. I was at the far end of the pond, almost to the field house, when they caught up with me. I could hear their footsteps. Then the footsteps stopped, and I heard a thud and a grunt and simultaneously from up the hill the sound of a rifle. I dropped to my knees and spun in the same motion with the.38 out in front of me. There were two standing uncertainly, and between them on the ground, a fat guy in dark pants was sprawled facedown with his arms stretched out as if he had started to dive. A foot from his open right hand lay a 9mm Glock with a silencer screwed into its nose.

"Freeze right there," I said.

Both men had guns out, but they were in a crossfire and hesitated. Then one of them raised his gun and I shot him. The third man threw his gun away and sank to his knees with his hands in the air.

"Don"t," he said. "Don"t."

The car that had parked at the roadside spun gravel as it pulled away.

"Facedown," I said. "Lace your fingers behind your head."

"Absolutely," he said, as he flopped facedown. "Absolutely."

I looked up the hill. The blue Chevy was gone. I glanced toward the back of the library. Hawk"s car was gone. I bent and patted down the guy who was still alive. He was clean. I put my gun away. Then I picked up his gun and the silenced Glock and the Colt 9 that the third guy had been carrying, and, one by one, threw them into the middle of the pond. At the top of the hill, Hawk"s car appeared. I went to the p.r.o.ne guy and put my foot in the middle of his back.

"Tell Sonny that he"s starting to annoy me," I said.

Then I turned and went uphill to the car. I ran up to show that I could, and maybe somebody had called the cops. Hawk must have thought the same, because he roared away while I was still closing my door, and in ten seconds we were doing 50. I buckled my seat belt.

"What"d you use?" I said.

"Model 70," he said.

"Winchester," I said, "five-round magazine, bolt action?"

"And a scope," Hawk said.

"Oh, h.e.l.l, a scope. That"s no fair."

"No," Hawk said. "It ain"t."

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