h.e.l.l, there it was, coming around from behind Junebug"s, and stopping to park.
They went in, Robert carrying his attache case, and crossed the dance floor to the bar, both of them glancing around to see the place empty, Robert saying now, "My man Wesley. I brought you a present, man, you gonna love. Gonna not want to take off." He laid the case on the bar, snapped it open and brought out a LET"S SEE YOUR ARM T-shirt. Robert held it up for Wesley to read and then tossed it to him. "Take off that redneck tank top, Wes, and slip into something stylish."
Wesley said, "Why can"t I put it on over?"
"Do it, man, be trendy. But tell me something. How long"s my buddy Walter been back there with his honey, a few days now?"
Wesley said something with his head inside the T-shirt.
"What was that, Wes?"
He said, "Yeah, I guess," pulling the shirt down his narrow trunk. "The girl took food out there to him. I wondered, you know who"s gonna be running this place now?"
"My man Dennis"ll fill you in," Robert said. "Fix him a c.o.c.ktail while I go look in on the lovers."
Newton parked next to the black car. He took his shotgun from the rack across the window behind him and slid out of the pickup. He was anxious now and it made him want to take a p.i.s.s. He was thinking he could step inside, shoot both of "em and then go to the men"s. No, he better take his leak first, right here. p.i.s.s on Mr. Negro"s car.
Dennis had a longneck beer he took sips from telling Wesley he wasn"t exactly sure if the ownership would pa.s.s to somebody, or if there were other partners. Dennis said, "But they could be dead, too, couldn"t they?" Thinking of Jim Rein and Eugene Dean. And that other one, with the beard, the me they didn"t know what happened to. Or would t go to Arlen"s wife?
How about that? Loretta could end up owning his place. And if Robert wanted to use it as a dope tore he"d have to buy it from her. It could speed up getting Loretta out of that life she was in.
Robert walked around the Dodge Stratus to the trailer, went up to the door that had Traci lettered on it in that old-fashioned script and knocked. He waited and knocked again.
"Traci?"
Her voice came from in there. "I"m not seeing anyone today." Robert said, "Girl, I don"t want you. I need to see my business partner, Mr. Kirkbride. Would you open the door, please?"
It opened a few inches and he saw her face, showing concern, looking out at him.
"What is it you want?"
Robert raised his voice. "Walter, step out here, will you? While I"m still exercising my patience?"
Wesley laid his forearms on the bar and leaned on them, his white skin blue with old tattoos Dennis couldn"t make out. He moved Robert"s attache case aside and brought the lid down without snapping it closed. He had asked Wesley how long he"d been working here. Wesley said since Arlen bought into Junebug"s.
"I"m Arlen"s uncle on his daddy"s side."
Dennis said, "You aren"t that much older."
Wesley said, "You don"t need to be."
He looked past Dennis and pushed up from the bar to stand straight. Dennis half-turned and saw Newton inside the door with his double-barreled shotgun, pointing it this way as he came toward the bar and then stopped about twenty feet away to look around.
"Where"s everybody?"
Wesley said, "n.o.body"s come in yet."
"Where"s the n.i.g.g.e.r?"
Wesley motioned toward the back. Dennis looked that way, in time to see the door next to the bandstand come open. There was Robert, there was Walter coming behind him with Traci. Dennis watched Newton put the shotgun on them.
Newton saying, "My Lord, I couldn"t prayed and expected this. Both of you at once?"
"Newton," Robert said, "you come by for a cold beverage?" Like he didn"t see the shotgun pointed at him. "Lemme buy you a beer." Robert started toward the bar. Newton yelled at him, "Stay where you"re at!" Robert stopped and looked puzzled, frowning at Newton.
"What"s wrong?"
Newton motioned with the shotgun for Walter and Traci to move away from Robert, saying, "Walter, I don"t want you hurt. We gonna talk after."
Dennis, his eyes on Newton, slipped his left hand inside the attache case, his fingers working through papers and folders to feel the grip of Robert"s pistol, the Walther PPK that James Bond carried.
Walter was saying, "After what?"
"After I shoot the n.i.g.g.e.r," Newton said. "We"re gonna go to your office for my paycheck." Walter said, "I don"t know what you mean."
Dennis had the gun in his hand now. He was sure Robert kept it loaded, but didn"t know if it was ready to fire. Or if he"d have to pull back that top part first, the slide. If there wasn"t a bullet in the chamber there"d be a click when he pulled the trigger and then, he was pretty sure, there"d be one in there.
Robert, still frowning, was saying to Newton, "Come on, man, tell me what"s on your mind." Newton had already said it, he was going to shoot him, and had the shotgun at his shoulder aimed right at Robert. Dennis didn"t see he had a choice now, he pulled the trigger and the gun fired inside the case, through it and took out a bottle of Jim Beam behind the bar. He had the gun out now, saw Newton swinging the twin barrels at him and Dennis shot him, knew he"d shot the man even as the shotgun went off and he heard gla.s.s shattering and heard Robert yelling to shoot him again, but saw the blood on Newton"s shirt, high on his chest, Newton"s face blank as he dropped the shotgun and went to his knees, something brown coming out of his mouth, and fell to the floor on his face. Dennis laid the gun on the bar and tried not to look at Newton.
Dennis watched Robert in action now, taking over, Robert the first one to speak, Robert looking at Dennis to say, "You my hero. You got nothing to worry about." Looking at Traci then.
"Honey, you saw what happened, didn"t you?"
She said, "Yeah, he shot Newton."
" "Cause Newton shot at him."
She said, "Yeah, I guess."
"We have the broken bottles," Robert said, "to prove it," and looked at Walter. "Walter, you didn"t see nothing, "cause you aren"t here. You understand? You don"t frequent this kind of place." He said, "See how good I am to you?" and turned to Wesley. "What happened, Wes?"
"What she said. Newton tried to shoot us."
"Trying for you as well as Dennis."
"I was standing right here."
"And the gun was on the bar, huh?"
Dennis watched Robert getting into it.
"The one you keep back there, Arlen"s gun. You were showing it to Dennis. Newton shot at you. You picked up Arlen"s gun and plugged him."
Dennis stopped him at that point. He said, "Robert, if you want it to be Arlen"s gun, that"s okay with me. But I shot him."
"You want the credit for it."
"No, I want to keep it simple."
Robert looked at Wesley again. "You know it was Arlen"s gun, "cause he put it there. The sheriff"s people, whoever, they"ll look at it good and give it back to you and then it"s yours. Wesley. You can keep it behind the bar where you had it." Robert said, "Hey, and I can give you some more T-shirts. "Let"s see your arm" means you"ll arm-wrestle anybody wants to try you. They win they get a free T-shirt."
Dennis watched him looking at Wesley"s stringy, tattooed arms, Robert saying then, "You don"t have to-it"s something we can talk about. I"m getting ahead of myself here." He said to Dennis, "There"s always something, isn"t there?" and kept looking at him and said, "Man, you saved my life," sounding surprised now to realize it. "You know that?" Dennis said, "Yeah, I know it."
Robert said, "Man, I owe you, don"t l?"
Dennis said, "Yes, you do."
Robert said, "Tell me what you want."
Dennis said, "Let me think about it," and paused and asked Robert, "You know anybody in Orlando?"