"That was the library of a woman who was moving to Seattle. She specialized in French literature, translated of course."
Sergeant Rick stared at me a moment. I began to worry that I"d gone too far. If he was a sensitive man, he might feel insulted by my palaver. His tiny eyes got still smaller and his cheeks quivered slightly. I was trying to think of some way to tone down his anger when he began to laugh.
He laughed long and hard, leaning forward on the ledge before him. Then he sat down and leaned way back in his swivel chair.
"Oh, that was a good one," he said. "You"re good, son. Real good."
He stood up again.
"What"s your name?"
"Paris Minton."
Hearing this brought on another round of laughter.
"Okay," he said. "Whatever it is. I don"t have change, but if that"s all right I"ll go get your a.s.sociate. a.s.sociate."
"Thank you, officer. That will be fine."
The cop went through a door down to his left, and I went to a worn oak bench to sit and wait.
The station was a good size. At the front door sat a desk where another policeman had asked me to explain my business. He had sent me to the counter sergeant. Two other Negro men were sitting on the bench with me. They were both young and surly. Neither one had a word to spare, and that suited me fine.
After fifteen minutes Fearless and Sergeant Rick came from some other quarter of the station. I didn"t see the door they came out of. I just turned and there was my friend"s smiling face.
"This him?" the cop asked me.
"Yes sir."
"Go on, then."
I put out my hand to shake but Rick turned away.
FIVE MINUTES LATER we were in Ambrosia"s gold Chrysler, headed for Milo"s office. we were in Ambrosia"s gold Chrysler, headed for Milo"s office.
"You might have to pay that fine again one day," I said to Fearless. He was at the wheel.
"How come you say that, Paris? Didn"t you just pay it?"
"Yeah, but that cop didn"t give me no receipt. He might"a just pocketed my hundred."
Fearless smiled.
"You always there when I need it, Paris. Don"t you think I"ma forget that."
"I"ll tell you what," I said. "The next time you need help, remember how I helped you this time and then forget to come and see me."
Fearless had a big laugh for a slender man.
"What did they want?" I asked.
"To know "bout them white people. Did I know Minna Wexler or a colored boyfriend she"d been runnin" wit"? Did I know why she was going to meet with Kit Mitch.e.l.l the day she disappeared? I played dumb and they kept on askin" questions. It was like that all night. One time I fooled around and gave my name, rank, and serial number. The bald-headed one acted like he wanted to hit me, but his boss got the joke and laughed."
"Why were they looking for to question you?" I asked.
"I thought it was because I was lookin" for Kit, but really it was because they talked to Maynard Latrell. They knew Maynard drove Kit every mornin", and he told them that I was the man had Kit"s trust."
"And they"re lookin" for Kit because he was somehow connected with BB."
"That"s what it sounded like," Fearless said.
"They say anything we didn"t already know?"
"You mean other than Kit havin" a meetin" with Minna?"
"Yeah."
"They said somethin" about an emerald necklace reported stolen."
"What about it?"
"They said that Kit had stoled a necklace and did I know anything about that."
WE GOT TO MILO"S BLOCK JUST AFTER EIGHT.
Fearless pulled up to the curb directly across the street. I was making sure that my door was locked when I noticed a white man coming out from the concrete pathway to the side of the apartment building that housed Milo"s office.
Theodore Timmerman was wearing the same mismatched brown clothes he had on at my doorstep.
Something in the way he moved, something stealthy and sly, made me call out.
"Hey you, Timmerman!"
When Theodore turned, the gun was already in his hand.
Fearless"s name was stuck in my throat. If that white man"s bullet had hit me I would have probably died calling out to my friend. But Mr. Jones was faster than either one of us. He dove low and hit me in the thigh. As I went down I heard the crack of gunfire and made a sound that even now embarra.s.ses me to remember.
I was saved from being shot, but nowhere near safe. Teddy Timmerman fired once again, tearing up turf not two feet from my head, and then he took aim.
Fearless, who was on the ground next to me, reached for something and then leapt to his feet. Teddy swiveled but again not fast enough. Fearless threw some missile that caught the fake insurance man in the chest. I heard his grunt all the way across the street.
Teddy started shooting wild and ran down the street to his car. He must have had another gun in there, because he took potshots through his window. Finally he got the car started and threw it into reverse. The last we saw of him he was speeding backwards down Baring Cross.
"Wanna go after him, Paris?" Fearless asked. He wasn"t even breathing hard.
"No, man. Let"s go check on Milo."
18.
THE DOOR TO MILO"S OFFICE WAS OPEN wide, but Loretta"s front room looked none the worse for wear. wide, but Loretta"s front room looked none the worse for wear.
Going through the hall to the office I tripped over my own feet and Fearless had to catch me. I held on to him for a moment, because it was hard for me to regain my balance. I was so scared after being shot at that my internal organs were quivering.
Milo"s office had seen some violence. One of his files was overturned and the spindly visitor"s chair was upside down. Milo was not in sight.
Then we heard a deep ba.s.s moan that could have been a sea lion sunning himself in Monterey Bay.
b.l.o.o.d.y and bruised, Milo was on the floor behind his desk.
"Thug," he said. "Try and bully me. See what that gets him."
Fearless lifted the portly bail bondsman with one hand and his chair with the other. It was a show of strength that was almost impossible, but he did it with such ease that most people wouldn"t have even noticed.
Once he was seated, Milo began to cry. It wasn"t fear or weakness but rage at being so mistreated.
"You hurt?" I asked our sometime employer.
"He wanted Miss Fine"s name and address," Milo said. "Said he was gonna kill me if I led him wrong."
"I thought he worked for you."
"Me too. I used him before. He"s always good if I got a white jumper, and he"s even proven all right on Negro cases. But he got somethin" up his nose out there. A way to make some money, you better believe that."
Milo loved money. He would be balancing a checkbook on his deathbed.
"Is he the reason you called me?"
"Yes sir," Milo intoned. "He called up last night and asked me for the client"s name. At first he was all friendly, but when I didn"t give him what he wanted he got rude. And when that didn"t work he said that he"d be down here, like he was the father and me the wayward son."
"What did you have him doing for you, Milo?" I asked.
"Lookin" for somebody," he replied.
"Kit Mitch.e.l.l?"
"Who it was don"t matter," Milo said with an attempt at finality in his tone.
"If it were Kit it do," Fearless said simply.
Milo heard the threat in those words. He knew that he was a small fish and that Fearless was a man-eater. He knew when to back down.
"Yeah. It was Kit," he said.
"And what does Kit Mitch.e.l.l have to do with that white man?"
"It"s all the same thing. Bartholomew, Kit. Miss Fine wanted them both."
"I thought you said that Winnie wanted to find Bartholomew."
"Yeah, yeah. That"s right. She wanted to find both of them."
"Why didn"t you tell me that?" I asked, trying to get some threat in my own voice.
"Because it wasn"t none of your business."
"People shootin" at us on the street is too our business," Fearless said.
"He shot at you?" Milo asked, showing his first inkling of the trouble we were in.
"Uh-huh."
"I didn"t know it was gonna come to gunfire, Fearless," Milo said. "I mean, I thought it was just business as usual. Miss Fine wanted Kit and BB. Theodore was on Kit, and when you come in, Paris, I put you on the boy."
"If Miss Fine wanted Kit too, why didn"t she tell me that?" I asked the bail bondsman.
"Because I called her," Milo said. "I called her and said that you good, too good to know all her business. I said she could send you out after BB but to let Kit alone."
"So why did you send Theodore to my door?"
"He heard about Fearless workin" for Kit and came to me an" asked did I know where he could find him. I didn"t think there was anything wrong with givin" him your address. I mean, he was workin" for me."
"Now why is he after Miss Fine"s address?"
"He don"t know that he is," Milo said. "He just come in here an" tell me he wanted to speak with my client."
"Why?"
"Because if I didn"t, he said he was gonna kill me. But h.e.l.l if I was gonna give in to that garbage."
"So why you still breathin", Milo?" Fearless asked.
"After I realized that he meant to beat the answer outta me, I decided to send him on a wild goose chase," Milo said. "I did some bail work for a nice white woman used to live up in Beverly Hills. She had a maid that had been with her family for forty-some years. That was Phyllis Noreen."
"Bobby Noreen"s mother?" Fearless asked.
"Yeah. You know Bobby be in jail every time you turn around. And every time Bobby went in, Phyllis got so upset that the only way to calm her down was to get her son out. Then the white woman, Belinda Thurman, would call me."
"So you sent a gunman to that good woman"s house?" Fearless was not happy.
"Belinda died three years ago last March. They sold her house, knocked it down, and built a six-story apartment building."
"d.a.m.n, Milo." That was me. "You lie in the face of Death just to keep that millionaire black lady on your side."