Randy said, "They ski in Ohio?"
"They got a hill there. This fella in the bar gimme a smart mouth, looking for it. I hit him with a Bud Light. He come out with a pistol and I took it off him and he got shot as we tussled."
"You killed him?"
"Yeah, but the witnesses, fellas that worked at the ski area? They said he started it, so it wasn"t called murder. I did forty months. Mr. Rossi said I coulda done "em standing on my head. Oh, and I killed another fella while I was inside, shanked him out"n the yard, but n.o.body saw it. Two hundred convicts out there, n.o.body saw it."
"Why"d you kill him?"
"Teach him a lesson. He"s one of the fellas leaning on my friend Mr. Rossi."
"Have you done anything like that for Moraco?"
"One time, yeah. Was a Chaldean bookie lived over by Dearborn? I was only the driver, but this Tootsie Roll they hired got nervous or something, I don"t know. I took his pistol and shot the Chaldean through the heart. I still only got my wages."
"Moraco didn"t respect you for that?"
"I told you, I don"t respect him, and he knows it."
Randy said, "Mutt, you"ve been here nine months, and you know something? You"ve never told me your real name."
"You never asked. It"s Searcy J. Bragg, Jr."
"Where"d you get Mutt?"
"When I was at Southern Ohio my cellmate"s name was Jeff? He was a big tall fella, so I got called Mutt. You get it? He was hurt pretty bad, some boys come after him during the prison riot? You might"ve heard of it. Left the place a mess, I"m telling you."
"You don"t mind being called Mutt?"
"It"s okay."
Randy eased back in his chair, got comfortable and locked his fingers behind his head. "Well, Searcy-"
The Mutt stopped him. "I like Mutt better"n Searcy. How"d you like to be name Searcy?"
"I think I"d change it."
"When I was fighting I was called Banger, Banger Bragg, but I never much cared for it, either." He raised his right fist to show B-A-N-G tattooed on his knuckles. "My right hook"s my banger."
Randy started over. "Well, Mutt, we"re in some kinda fix here, aren"t we?" Randy"s voice taking on the trace of an accent it never had before. "How to deal with Mr. Moraco. You know something? I think he"s skimming offa that eight grand, keeping maybe half of it for himself. See, with his boss in federal court-You know about that, don"t you, the trial going on?"
"Yes sir, it"s in the newspaper."
"But Moraco isn"t on trial, is he? Why you suppose he wasn"t brought up?"
"I guess "cause he"s smart," the Mutt said, "never talked business anyplace they coulda hung a wire. Not even in his car. They say the gover"ment"s still trying to put something on him."
"So while he"s walking around free," Randy said, "I don"t imagine Mr. Amilia"s paying much attention to him. Old Tony"s got his own problem, how to stay out of jail." Randy paused before he said, "Just out of curiosity, how much do you normally charge to take somebody out?"
"Kill"m? I don"t have a set price," the Mutt said. "How much is it worth to you?"
Randy was ready. He eased forward in his chair to rest his arms on the desk and look directly at the Mutt.
"I can go twenty-five."
"Twenty-five what?"
"As much as you make in a whole year, twenty-five thousand dollars. Cash or check."
"Okay."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I"ll do"er."
Randy sat back, but then came forward again.
"How?"
"I prefer to shoot him."
"You have a gun?"
"I can get one. After, I"ll have to take off, as they"re liable to find out was me."
Randy said, "Yes, I would, too." He waited a few moments and said, "Well . . ." and waited again.
"One time," the Mutt said, "I thought I"d try stickin" up places, see if I was any good at it? So I went in a-it was like a drugstore only it sold all kinda stuff. I went up to the girl behind the counter and said, "You see this?" and opened my jacket."
"You exposed yourself."
"I showed her the pistol tucked in my pants. She looked at it, then looked up at me and said, "Yeah?" "
"I said, "Aw, f.u.c.k it," and left. That girl was too dumb to rob." He paused again, said, "Okay then," got up and walked out.
Randy watched him, fascinated.
16.
CARLO SAW THE BLACK LEATHER jacket sliding into Booth Number One, looked past to the reservations stand where Heidi should be-no Heidi, n.o.body-and got to the booth as fast as he could make his way through the tables.
"Sir, I"m very sorry but this booth is reserved."
The one in leather, his hair pulled back severely into a ponytail, said, "That"s right, gar-son, I reserved it."
"Sir, I know the party-"
"What"s the name?"
"I know them personally, they come here-"
"It"s after ten. Don"t look like they"re gonna show."
"Sir, I"m very sorry, but you must have a reservation. Fortunately I can seat you, if you would come this way."
"No, this works for me," the one in leather said. "Don"t worry about it." Now he looked up, his face becoming more pleasant. "And here"s the rest of my party."
Carlo turned to see a young lady in an inexpensive raincoat and a priest. A priest? Yes, helping her off with the coat and Carlo was confused; he couldn"t see this one in the booth in the company of a priest. He said, "Father, how are you this evening? I"m afraid we have a misunderstanding about the table."
The priest said, "No, it"s fine," handing him the raincoat. "Check this for us, would you, please?" He turned to the table where the young lady in her plain black sweater and skirt was already sliding in.
Carlo said, "Wait, please," wanting to ask, Who are you people? Now she was seated and he turned again to the priest, who seemed patient, reasonable, and said to him, "Father, I"m very sorry to tell you this booth is reserved for another party," Carlo sounding disappointed. "I wish with all my heart I could say yes, please, stay here. But I cannot. I have a table over there-you see it?-and a very nice one closer to the music. You can listen and enjoy as you dine." He heard the one in leather call it "elevator music," and the young lady, looking around, say, "It"s cooler than I thought it would be. Fran"s fulla s.h.i.t, it doesn"t look like a men"s club." The leather one said a friend had told him there were ice cubes in the urinals, and the young lady said, "Doesn"t that make the drinks taste funny?" Carlo heard the priest say, "You sure you want to stay here?" The leather one answered him, "We"re here, okay? And we"re f.u.c.kin staying here." He said, "She wants to p.i.s.s off the management." Then looked up to say, "Garson, you want to get us some drinks?" Carlo thinking, No, get the Mutt. But then heard the young lady say, "I just want to see how Randy handles it," and Carlo began to think their sitting here had a purpose.
He said, "Excuse me, please," and left.
Debbie said to Johnny Pajonny, "How do you know his name"s Garson?"
Terry said, "He means garcon garcon."
Carlo came along the back hall past the rest rooms to Heidi from behind, Heidi standing in the doorway to Randy"s office. He said to her, "Dear, would you mind going back to work?"
"Would you mind," Heidi said, turning, moving past him, "if I went to the little girls" room once in a while?" This big blonde, confident, able to turn it around because she would sleep with Randy when he wanted her.
Randy was reading a newspaper open on his desk. He looked up at Carlo. "The trial is in recess till next week on account of Tony Amilia"s prostate. It says he appears, though, to be in good health"-Randy looked down at the paper again-"and is "the best dressed of the defendants, always in a business suit and tie. The others on trial often wear jogging suits and sneakers." Cla.s.sy old guy with a decla.s.se outfit," Randy said, looking up again. "I am no longer gonna worry about those punks. Bunch of losers. What"s the problem?"
"People have sat down at Number One and won"t get up. I tell them it"s reserved, they don"t move."
"In what name?"
"Mr. Moraco, for four."
"What time?"
"Ten o"clock."
"Tell Mr. Moraco you had to give up his table because he"s late. If he complains, tell him tough s.h.i.t."
"Can I quote you saying it?"
"Tell him anything you want."
"I think the ones sitting there know you. One is a priest."
"I don"t know any priests."
"The other one says the young lady with them wants to p.i.s.s off the management. But she says oh no. She says, "I just want to see how Randy handles it." "
"That doesn"t mean anything. What"s she look like?"
Carlo shrugged. "Cute, but common. Probably a very nice young lady."
"Then why would I know her?"
"What do I do, please, when Mr. Moraco comes?"
"Let him work it out."
"I mentioned the one is a priest?"
"Carlo, if you can"t do your job-"
"Yes?"
"Look. If Moraco wants them to move to another table, they"ll move to another table. What"s the problem?"
Cindy, who worked the first booth and didn"t care who sat in it, brought menus and served their drinks, Johnny swigging his beer out of the bottle now as they studied the caricatures of famous native Detroiters, Debbie spotting them, Johnny questioning, Terry biding his time.
"Sonny Bono."
"You sure?"
"Who else looks like that? There"s Lily Tomlin, Tom Selleck in the Tigers baseball cap. The girl next to him is . . . Pam Dawber."
"It"s Marlo Thomas. I know she"s from Detroit."
"It"s still Pam Dawber. Mork & Mindy Mork & Mindy, I never missed it, I wanted to look just like her."
"You didn"t come close," Johnny said. "There"s-Jesus Christ, is that Ed McMahon? He"s from here?"
"I see Diana Ross," Debbie said, "Smokey Robinson . . . Michael Moriarty-I loved him on Law & Order Law & Order. And there"s, my G.o.d, Wally c.o.x."
"The one next to him," Terry said, getting into it, "you know who that is? Seymour Ca.s.sel."
"Who the f.u.c.k"s Seymour Ca.s.sel?"
"He"s good, he was in . . . something about a Chinese bookie. Okay, and the one next to him you should know. David Patrick Kelly."
"Never heard of him."
"Pat Kelly, he was three years ahead of us at Bishop Gallagher. He was in that movie with Nick Nolte and Eddie Murphy, 48HRS 48HRS."