"Private enough?" Kroun asked. He turned those eyes on me.
"If you trust your guy like I trust Gordy"s."
He gave a short grunt. Couldn"t tell if it was a laugh. He came around the desk to look down at me. "What"s your angle, kid?"
"You. You being smarter than you let on to me over the phone." "Oh, yeah?" He hitched one hip onto the desk.
"For which I want to apologize. I got a mouth on me, nothing personal. Whenever you called things were running tense on this side, so I was talking short without much time to think things through. But that"s changed, and since then I"ve seen what was going on more clearly."
"Which was... ?"
"For starters: why your boy was sent here in the first place. Gordy told me Bristow had powerful friends he"d convinced that he could do a better job of running the Chicago operation. Gordy was expected to hand it over. If he didn"t, he"d be killed or in the middle of a gang war. That, Mr. Kroun, was... extremely brainless."
"Uh-huh." He wasn"t agreeing, only encouraging me to continue.
"You guys had to know Gordy would never roll over for the likes of Bristow. Now it was either New York being stupid and for the h.e.l.l of it putting him and Gordy in the same pen like a couple of fighting dogs just to see what happens or... you had something else going."
"Which was?"
"Playing Hog Bristow to the limit. You sent him out here, apparently to give him what he wants, then Gordy does what he"s best at: listening, collecting information. He got plenty out of Hog every night until the guy was too drunk to talk. And all that time Hog is feeling sure of himself because he has New York to back him up and thinks Gordy"s got no choice about handing over the operation. But I"m betting that every night Gordy called you up afterward to give you an earful."
"This is what Gordy told you?"
"All I heard from him was the first part, that Bristow takes over or Gordy dies, which struck me as fishy. I went along with it since Gordy"s a friend, and the talks were taking place at my club. He probably thought that was all I needed to know. The rest of it... well, Hog Bristow was a loudmouthed drunk and dangerously dumb, certainly the worst kind of man to put in charge of anything. Guys like him are a liability and never last long. You either let them go-one way or another-or send "em someplace where they can"t do any harm. But for some reason you couldn"t do that with Hog. You had to find a less direct means to bury him. My guess is he"s got important relatives protecting him, or he had to know a lot of stuff, damaging, dangerous stuff. The only man you could trust to shake it out of him was Gordy."
"Maybe." There was a subtle change in Kroun. He gave no clue on whether I was. .h.i.tting home or not, but was listening hard.
"Gordy did his job, but Hog got impatient and frustrated. He set deadlines, forgot them, then set more, but eventually he had enough and made his. .h.i.t. He wasn"t supposed to, but someone back home knew him well enough to gamble he"d sooner or later go over the edge. Gordy must have known that would happen, but not when. The night of the shooting we thought Bristow was too drunk to know which end of a gun to point. Maybe he had one of his boys do it for him, but the result was the same. He"d overstepped the rules and could be considered a legit target in turn."
"Gordy put himself in front of a bullet so as to do all that?"
"He didn"t intend to get shot; he"d have some alternative planned out, only Hog threw a wrench into the works, surprising everyone. Then I got into the middle of things-"
"Yeah-yeah, and he went buckwheats on you. Except you don"t look hurt."
"I"ll be glad to show you my scars when the bandages come off. In the meantime, I get a cigar for hitting the bull"s- eye."
"Ya think?"
"I know."
"It"s a sweet story, kid, but that"s not enough of an angle to get you off the hook. We wouldn"t like any of it generally known, but blabbing it around won"t help you."
" "S nothing I wanna do. Your boy came out to take over this town, and him being stupid got himself and the others killed. Someone"s supposed to pay for it. Gordy"s in the clear, which is fine with me, so I"m the one who"s elected. I get that."
"What if Gordy was the one who set you up from the first to take the fall?" I laughed out loud. I laughed long and heartily, right in his face. And d.a.m.n, it felt good. "Oh, no. That was my own doing. Before I ever got involved, Bristow didn"t like my looks, and things went bad from then on with us. If I"d been more on the ball, I might have sidestepped him, but it didn"t work out that way, which was my own bad luck. Well, I took it on the chin good and hard, and what I am thinking is that I"ve paid for killing him and his boys. I"ve paid several times over. What he put me through has to count for something. I survived it; I"ve earned the right to live."
"If he went buckwheats on you even halfway," said Mitch.e.l.l, bending close, "you wouldn"t be sitting here. And you sure as h.e.l.l wouldn"t have done what you did downstairs." I"d forgotten he was behind me. As if that mattered.
"What happened downstairs?" Kroun asked him.
"He punched out a guy who was getting rough with one of the chorus girls. Never saw anything move so quick."
"That was adrenaline," I said. "I paid for it afterward, which is why I was in the john for so long, or did you forget that part?"
Mitch.e.l.l wasn"t buying. "From what we heard Bristow skinned you alive. Even if you got through it, you should still be laid up in a hospital."
"What d"ya want from me? I said I healed fast."
"Prove it."
"Okay. Seeing"s believing." I stood and shrugged carefully out of my overcoat as though I were in discomfort and stiff. "Mr. Kroun? In the washroom, if you don"t mind. These mugs don"t need to gape at the freak show." Without waiting for a yea or nay, I moved slowly toward a door that led to the toilet. I went in, swatted the light on, and stood well out of their view. It was a big room, bright, black-and-white tile, a hefty tub. Gordy occasionally stayed over when work demanded, and he liked his comforts.
In the office the radio volume went up. Loud. Good. We"d have privacy from the boys listening in. Hopefully, they would stay out. All my worst scars were on the inside, but that wouldn"t count with this bunch.
After a minute, Kroun came to the door and stepped through. He"d produced or borrowed a gun from someone and held it ready in one hand. Talk about being cautious. He waited, head tilted slightly, and holding very, very still. He didn"t need a gun to fill the place with himself.
"Well?"
"No tricks," I said wearily. "Just the truth."
"Which is... ?"
"That Bristow chained me upside down from a meat hook and..." I stopped there, the words clogged in my throat.
Weakness showing. Not something I intended. "Oh, jeez."
"Just show."
I had my suit coat open, but my hands hung straight at my sides as I looked steadily into his eyes. "I want you to listen to me, Mr. Kroun. Listen hard..."
He wasn"t the only one with an effective stare.
It didn"t work immediately. He might have had a drink earlier. He stared in puzzled annoyance for a moment as I focused hard on him and kept up the soothing drone that would put him under. Then he gave a small headshake and blinked once, twice, before his eyelids sagged to half-mast. I had him hooked, landed, gutted, cooked, and on the plate.
His gun was pointed in the wrong direction, at me. I calmly told him to please put it away, and without fuss he shoved it into a pocket. His eyes were flat and dull. Perfect.
But inside my skull things began to thump badly, a building thunderstorm. I had to make this quick. Very fast and intense, I whispered some choice and vivid word pictures about what damage my torso was supposed to have. Kroun"s face went the same color as that white streak in his hair. For a moment I thought he might be sick, which meant I"d overdone it.
"Take it easy," I murmured. "Nice and easy. We"re friends now. You remember that. Remember that you look after your friends and help them. Watch out for me, I"ll watch out for you. I just want out of this alive and no problems for Gordy, okay? None at all. He"s been loyal."
Though positive I could have ordinarily talked him out of killing me, this would speed the process. I was fed up having a death sentence hanging overhead. But the thunder in my brain was starting to boom. Insistent, distracting. I licked my lips and tried to concentrate.
Kroun nodded agreement to my suggestions, his eyes still empty.
I had plenty more to say to him, only it never came out. A pain like nothing I had ever known before blasted through my skull. For the briefest instant I thought I"d been shot, but no one else was with us. Kroun stood motionless and staring. That was the last glimpse I got before the agony doubled me down. I clutched my head with both hands, biting off a cry. They couldn"t see me like this. G.o.d, what was wrong?
The pain rose, tripled, tripled again. My head would explode from the pressure if I didn"t- Then peace, sudden as flicking a switch, plunging me into sweet gray nothingness.
I"d vanished.
Sometimes that happened to me involuntarily when I got too badly hurt to control the reflex. How I"d wished for it when Bristow had been skinning me, but a piece of ice pick buried deep in my back prevented that escape.
This was like heaven after h.e.l.l. The pain went away, but not the memory or the fear that it might be waiting to fall on me again when I went solid.
I"d have to risk it, though. If the others got too curious and came for a look-see... I told myself it would be all right.
Vanishing always healed me, bullets, paper cuts, even headaches went away. So it was now.
Melted back slowly. If Kroun was aware he didn"t show it, continuing with the empty-eyed gaze into the distance.
That was good. Hypnotizing people had always made my head hurt, but the pain had gone way out of hand now.
Why, though?
Solid again, I moved away and sat on the edge of the tub, biting off the groans because I couldn"t afford to give in.
But for an awful second I actually felt on the edge of tears. My face twisted, and I rocked back and forth, arms wrapped tight around myself, resisting the urge.
My body was just fine. Healing had taken place. The head agony was gone, but inside I was a train wreck.
"G.o.d, I"m so tired." I was unaware of speaking until the words were out. I hoped the overly loud radio covered it.
There would be no more evil-eye work for me tonight. Maybe I was too nerved up for it. Kroun would come out of the trance on his own in a few minutes. I"d better use what was left of them.
"Okay, Mr. Kroun. You know Bristow hurt me. I just want to go back to my job and forget any of this ever happened. Keep Gordy in charge and go on your way home and no harm done, okay?" I did not look too directly at him.
He mouthed the word "okay." That"s all I needed. The suggestion would last for a few weeks-months, even-after that, if I was lucky, he"d have other things to concern him, shoving out any second thoughts over tonight"s "decision."
By the time he surfaced I was pretending to settle my coat and tie back into place. I walked past him into the office and slowly resumed my chair.
Kroun emerged from the washroom after a few moments, face still pretty pale. "He got the buckwheats treatment all right," he announced.
Strome and Derner gave me bleak looks, the closest they could come to sympathy. Mitch.e.l.l was clearly mystified and stepped in front of me.
"Lemme see."
He got a glare instead. I was careful not to put any power into it.
"Come on."
"No." Absolutely, categorically.
"Boss." He appealed to Kroun.
Kroun waved Mitch.e.l.l down and sat behind the desk. "Lay off him. That"s Hog"s work for sure. You don"t wanna see, trust me. Fleming, how the h.e.l.l are you able to walk around like that?"
I eased carefully onto the chair. "I got a good doctor. Jabbed me full of some great medicine. It blunts things. It"s no circus, but I can do my job. I"m about ready to go for another shot, so if you don"t mind, let"s wind this up." "How?"
"Like I said-I"ve paid for Hog Bristow"s death. You can convince New York of that. Go back home, tell "em I"ll finish out my turn at watch nice and quiet. When Gordy"s fully on his feet again I"ll fade away and just pretend none of this happened. You guys forget about me; everything goes back to normal. Upheavals are bad for business. It"s time this one blew itself out."
He thought it over. The new att.i.tude that I"d forced on him would hold firm, but he still had to work out how to square it with whatever orders he"d have from his pals back home. "I should be able to do that."
I hoped so. I didn"t want to have to hypnotize every mobster in New York into leaving me alone. It"d kill me. "I would be very appreciative."
"You"ll get it. But there"s other things I gotta straighten out."
"Name "em. I"ll help if I can."
"Where"s Bristow? I need to know."
I glanced at Strome.
"He and the rest are in the lake," he answered.
"The lake." Kroun frowned, and I got the idea he hated watery graves as much as I did. "That"s not good. Bodies always float to the surface no matter how much weight you use."
"Not these guys. We know how to do it here so that don"t happen."
"And how do you do it here?"
"You get a really big oil drum, bigger than you think you need. Put the guy in it and pour in cement good and tight, no air pockets. The trick is to make sure the cement weighs more than twice what the guy does. You punch a hole in the lid to let the gas escape, then take "em way far outta sight of land and dump "em."
"That"s the trick?"
"Yeah."
"Huh."
"It helps if you cut the body up and use two drums, three is even better..."
"Strome," I said, correctly reading the look on Kroun"s face. He"d had enough.
Strome shut it off.
I"d been told in only the most general terms of what he and a couple of other carefully picked cleanup men had done to get rid of Bristow, and wanted to keep it that way. The bodies had been in a meat storage locker, and there must have been butchers" cutting equipment conveniently at hand... I gave a headshake to try to jostle that picture out of my mind, with indifferent success.
"Anything else?" I asked Kroun.
"I wanna know about this Dugan bird that you got it in for."
He"d taken his time getting to that one. Hurley Gilbert Dugan, society swan, blackmailer, murderer, kidnapper, and all-round useless bag of poisonous air, held a unique place in my life. He was the one man on the whole planet I wanted dead. I wanted to kill him the way Bristow wanted to kill me. I"d put a bounty on him, and had every gangster in Chicago and beyond looking for him.
"No one"s told you?" I would have thought Derner might have filled Kroun in.
"Only that you want him alive, and you"ll pay ten grand to anyone bringing him in. That"s as much as Hoover put up for Pretty Boy Floyd."
"I didn"t know that. The reward on Dugan could be a lot less than ten by now. He took off with that much cash on him. I let the boys know whoever brings him in alive gets to keep what"s left, and I"ll make up the difference out of my own pocket."