"Uh-unh, the windows already busted when I moved in."
"Rent free," Delsa said, "looking after the house for, I believe, your uncle doing time?"
"How you know that? Me and him have different names."
"I told you, I talk to people. Most of "em want to help us, Jerome. I mean ordinary people, not just paid informants. n.o.body wants a crack house on their block. Hear gunfire in the night. See innocent children, babies, killed in drive-bys. You know how many times in a drive-by they get the wrong house? You see a car cruise past a couple of times? Now here it comes back? What do you do?"
"Hit the floor, man." Jerome grinned. He said, "Tell me something. How much these paid informants get paid?"
"Depends on how good the information is. We get tips all the time. A guy has a grudge, wants to pay somebody back and names him as a perp. Guy writes from jail. "Get me out of here and I"ll give you the guy did Bobo." It"s our junk mail. The pay for information we need comes out of what"s called Crime Stoppers. It"s a program."
"What I want to know," Jerome said, "is how much that comes to."
"A reward"s offered, you"re into big money. I know of a C.I. who identified the guy who raped and murdered a teenage girl, and collected ten thousand. Crime Stoppers pays a grand for information leading to an arrest."
"Is that right?" Jerome said. "What"s this C.I.?"
"Confidential Informant-and when I say confidential, I mean we won"t even reveal a C.I."s name in a court of law."
"I"m getting paid for giving up Tyrell?"
"That one"s different, since we have a few more eyeball witnesses and you"re not gonna testify. But we have other cases, Jerome, you might be of help with. We"ve got one, three Mexicanos shot in the back of the head, one of "em dismembered with a chain saw."
"Cool," Jerome said.
"You don"t care for Mexicans?"
"Motherf.u.c.kers say they gonna deliver? They gonna rip you off and shoot you they get the chance."
"We"re looking for a guy named Orlando," Delsa said, "we think could give us some information."
"I mighta heard the name"s all."
"Had a place off Michigan Avenue, behind the old ballpark."
Jerome said, "Yeah, Orlando," nodding his head.
"Also, I mentioned Nash.e.l.le"s half-brother Reggie Banks? We got a tip he dumped Tyrell"s gun for him."
Delsa waited.
"Yeah ...?"
"And you might know something about it."
"You didn"t get that from Nash.e.l.le."
"It was another detective talked to some girl who knows Reggie. I don"t have her statement in front of me, but it"s in the case file."
"She say I was with him?"
"I don"t know, but if you have something to tell me, it comes under what we"ve been talking about, confidential information."
Jerome said, "Lemme think on it."
Delsa said, "You got ten minutes." He brought a pack of Newports from his desk drawer and offered one to his C.I.
Jerome said, "I thought this was a no-smoking building."
Delsa said, "Only if you get caught."
5.
AS SOON AS THEY WERE IN THE CAR, STILL IN FRONT of the loft, the guy turned to them in the backseat. He gave her kind of an impatient look, mad, and said to Chloe, "How come n.o.body let me know?" of the loft, the guy turned to them in the backseat. He gave her kind of an impatient look, mad, and said to Chloe, "How come n.o.body let me know?"
Sounding like it was her fault.
Chloe said, "What"re you talking about?"
Montez didn"t answer. He was a terrible driver, changing lanes in the East Jefferson traffic as he made a call on his cell, Chloe telling him, "Will you watch the f.u.c.king road? Jesus." When he didn"t get an answer to his call he said, "f.u.c.k," and dropped the phone on the seat next to him.
Behind him in the dark Kelly leaned close to Chloe and said, "You think he"s cool, huh?"
Chloe raised her voice saying, "Montez? What"s wrong?"
Kelly saw him look at the rearview mirror. He said, "Don"t bother your head," and was quiet after that, but kept glancing at them in the mirror.
They arrived at the house, lights shining on its gray stone from the shrubs. Montez stopped in the circular drive and asked Chloe how long she thought they"d be.
"It"s up to Tony," Chloe said. "You know that."
Montez said, "See if you can cut your bulls.h.i.t cheerleading short this evening."
As soon as they were inside Chloe brought Kelly through a hallway to the living room and introduced her to Mr. Paradiso, the old man seated in his chair that was like a cushy love seat facing a TV console. He said, "So you"re Kelly," smiling at her but didn"t get up. Kelly had to lean in to kiss his cheek and felt his liver-spotted hand slip into her coat to close on her breast, the left one, inside a cotton sweatshirt. As she straightened he said, "What"re you wearing that sweater for?"
"I have a cold," Kelly said. "But, hey, it"s from the University of Michigan," gave him a darling smile and said, "go blue."
Chloe sat on his rickety lap to kiss him on the mouth and he slipped both hands into her coat saying, "Here my little cheerleaders."
"If you"re a good boy," Chloe said to him, "I"ll let you paint my M on." She brought a blue Magic Marker out of her coat and put it in his hand. "Want to?"
Kelly thinking, I"m gonna be sick.
She was aware of Montez hanging back, not saying anything to the old man. Lloyd the houseman appeared, took their drink order and Montez followed him out of the room. He was back in a few minutes opening a bottle of Christiania vodka; he freshened the old man"s drink and left the bottle in the ice bucket, on a table close by. Now he seemed to wander around, antsy. Kelly watched him go through the hallway to the foyer and stand by the front double doors with their etched-gla.s.s panels, pale rose in the dark wood.
Mr. Paradise said, "There," as he finished applying Chloe"s M, a crude letter below her perfect b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He turned his head and Kelly saw he was looking toward Montez in the foyer, Montez returning now to the living room.
The old man said, "The h.e.l.l you doing skulking around?"
Montez gave him a dumb look, surprised, said, "Nothing," and held up empty hands.
Chloe said, "He"s p.i.s.sed he had to pick us up."
The old man said, "No, no, it takes more than that to get under Mr. Montez Taylor"s skin. He has a great capacity for taking s.h.i.t, knows how to accept it and grin. But I did find his p.i.s.sed-off threshold. I was gonna give him this house, help him with his social acceptability. I don"t mean it as a racial thing, Indian Village is half colored anyway. No, what I"m saying is Mr. Taylor could put on the dog and be accepted as a colorful character-no pun intended. But, can he earn a living once I"m gone? Pay the taxes? Keep the place up? I realized the obligation would be too much for him. He"d sell the house and spend the money on having a good time. So my granddaughter Allegra will get it. Live here or sell the property and put her kids through college. I told Mr. Taylor I"d changed my mind, then watched his chagrin rise and boil over when I told him he"d be taken care of by my son Tony. Now Mr. Taylor was so p.i.s.sed off he insults me me by insulting my son." by insulting my son."
Chloe said, "Oh, it can"t be that bad. You know yourself Tony Jr."s not"-she hesitated, the old guy staring at her-"well, not as congenial as you are."
He said, "You"re close to getting in trouble yourself," and moved his gaze to Montez. "You deny it?"
Montez said, "Deny what?"
And Kelly had to look at him; he sounded different, at ease now, in no hurry.
"That you insulted my son."
"You insult me in your own way," Montez said, "and it"s okay. Calling me Mr. Taylor. Meaning I"m uppity, have no business saying anything against your boy. Meaning I can"t say anything to you one man to another."
Still with the quiet tone, in no hurry.
"Like you said to me this evening you"re watching your show. You said I forget who I am. Meaning, my place. Like I had talked back to you."
Kelly watched, surprised he could be so calm giving it back to his boss. She heard the old man say, "Montez," and turned to see Mr. Paradiso raise his hand to wave Montez off, like telling him to forget it.
"Okay, let"s say we were both p.i.s.sed off-and I"m not supposed to let anything bother me, doctor"s orders. I know who you are, you"re my number one, Montez, my walking-around guy. Okay?"
He let it hang there until Chloe said, "And you"re our Mr. Paradise."
Lloyd brought them alexanders in crystal lowball gla.s.ses they took upstairs with their coats and handbags. They"d have a cigarette and a drink while they fooled with their makeup, did something with their eyes. Chloe led the way to a bedroom. They put their coats on the bed and went in the bathroom and looked at themselves in the mirror, Kelly saying, ""And you"re our Mr. Paradise."" She leaned over the sink and poked a finger into her open mouth a few times.
"It"s what you do," Chloe said, "you"re a mistress."
"What do you think Montez said to him?"
"He probably called Tony Jr. an a.s.shole. You"re keeping the sweatshirt on?"
An extra-large that Chloe loaned her and hung below her cute skirt.
"If it was just the old guy I might take it off. I"m not showing my t.i.ts to the help."
"Because they"re colored guys?"
"I went with a black guy once, a professor at Wayne, an intellectual type. He really was, but he said "You understand what I"m saying?" about every other sentence. I think to let me know he was street before he got educated, knows wazzup."
Chloe said, "I"ve usually had a good time with colored guys. When they"re cool they"re really cool. Like Montez, the way he gave it back. That was cool."
"Yeah, well, I broke up with my black guy, he was so f.u.c.king boring. I said, "Look, just a.s.sume I understand what you"re saying. If I don"t, I"ll tell you." And, yes, I"m wearing the sweatshirt."
"It"s way too big for you."
"So?"
The old man didn"t seem to mind the sweatshirt, since it was from U of M. He said he liked it when they jumped up in the air. They did the stupid cheers, "We"re the girls from Mich-i-gan ..." and acted nasty in cute ways.
Montez wasn"t around for the show. He said he"d be in the kitchen, said he hadn"t eaten and was hungry. That was all he did say after the row with the old man. "I"ll be in the kitchen, Mr. Paradiso."
Kelly caught it but didn"t think it registered on the old man. Montez was Montez and Mr. Paradiso was not Mr. Paradise. They had left their unfinished alexanders upstairs. Lloyd brought them each another and the old man said, "Tell Montez to get out here."
Kelly watched him come through the dining room still wearing his gray suit, his eyebrows raised to the boss, not speaking, but this way asking what the man wanted, sitting there on his throne with a vodka on the rocks.
Kelly imagining the way Montez saw him.
Mr. Paradiso said, "You don"t think I treat you fairly. All right, give me a coin, a quarter."
Montez brought change out of his pants pocket, found a quarter and gave it to the man.
"What I"m gonna do, Montez, my number one, I"m gonna share my ladies with you. I don"t want to show favoritism, so I"m flipping the coin. Heads, Chloe goes upstairs and you have a party on me. Tails, and I mean a nine-hundred-dollar piece of tail, Montez, you get Kelly here. How"s that sound to everybody?"
6.
TEN TO ELEVEN DELSA WALKED IN THE SQUAD room taking off his duffle coat, the kind with the hood and wooden toggles, the coat, the turtleneck and blazer a deep navy blue. room taking off his duffle coat, the kind with the hood and wooden toggles, the coat, the turtleneck and blazer a deep navy blue.
Harris said, "You"re back?"
"You see me," Delsa said.
Jackie Michaels was playing slot machines on her computer, the calliope ding-dong ding-dong sound turned low. Jackie had the 8:00 P.M. to 4:00 A.M. She looked at Delsa taking off his blazer with the duffle and hanging them on the rack. sound turned low. Jackie had the 8:00 P.M. to 4:00 A.M. She looked at Delsa taking off his blazer with the duffle and hanging them on the rack.
"Richard said you went home."
"I did, I had something to eat."
Richard Harris, forty-four, cool mustache, gold cuff links, a white girlfriend named Dawn who hustled drinks at the Greektown Casino; Harris a year with Squad Seven after a few years of patrol and a few more on the Violent Crimes Task Force, was looking at the Love Swing instructions book. He said to Delsa, "Can"t stay away, huh?"