Widow's Walk

Chapter 35

"Not if you tell me what you know."

Scanlan glanced around the lot again. There were only two cars parked there.

"You got a gun," Scanlan said.

"I do."

"What happens if I remembered some stuff?" Scanlan said.



"I go away and never mention your name again," I said.

Scanlan dropped his cigarette and stepped on it and got out a package of Marlboros and lit a new one.

"I don"t know much," he said.

I waited.

"Jack DeRosa come to me and Kevin one day, says he"s got a easy couple a hundred for us. Tells me all we got to do is rough up some f.u.c.king suit. So we say why not, and he says the guy comes down Summer Street every night, same time, got a condo over by the milk bottle thing, you know? And we say fine, we"ll pull him over behind the Postal Annex and have our talk."

Scanlan dragged in some smoke.

"So the next night, Jack drives us over there and points out the guy. He waits in the car, and we go over and do it. But while we"re doing it some f.u.c.king postal cop comes by and pulls his gun. Once in a lifetime, you know, I mean, how many postal cops you ever seen, for crissake. Jack takes off, and we"re busted. EMT"S show up and patch our guy up and we all go over to the station and me and Kevin are shutting up because, what the f.u.c.k, we don"t even know why we"re smacking the guy around."

"DeRosa tell you to say anything to him?"

"Jack says just tell him it"s a message from his bank."

"He seem to understand that?"

"Who knows. He"s so f.u.c.king scared it"s hard to say what he understood. So we"re in the station and the cops are yelling at us and we"re saying jack s.h.i.t, and this lady lawyer comes in. Man, I"d f.u.c.k her in a heartbeat."

"She"ll be pleased to know that," I said.

"She tells us her name and says she"s from Kiley and Harbaugh. She says that the suit won"t bring charges, and that she"s getting us released."

He stopped his eyes moving back and forth across the parking lot.

"That"s it?" I said.

"Yeah."

"You never saw her again?"

"No."

"Where"s Marvin Conroy come in?" I said.

"Oh, him," Scanlan said. "Jack picks us up after we"re out, and I say to Jack, "Thanks for sending us a lawyer," and he says, "No problem," and I say, "We owe anybody any money?"" and he says, "Nope, it"s on Marvin Conroy," and I say, "Who"s Marvin Conroy?"" And Jack kind of smiles and says, "The guy from the bank.""

"You know who sent McGonigle to kill me?"

"No idea."

"You driving the car?"

"No way."

"Jack DeRosa send you?"

"I wasn"t there, man. DeRosa was in jail then."

"How do you know when it happened?"

"Kevin was a friend of mine," Scalan said. "I remember when he got killed."

"DeRosa send McGonigle?"

"Could be," Scalan said.

I nodded. I didn"t believe he wasn"t driving, but I didn"t think he knew much more than he"d told me. He was too far down the food chain. And I was pretty sure he wouldn"t admit to being an accomplice to attempted murder. So I let it go.

"Okay," I said. "We"re done."

"What"d you tell Barb?"

"At the checkout counter? I said I was your new caseworker."

Scanlan nodded. "She knows I done time," he said. "You gonna keep your mouth shut about this like you said?"

"Like a stone," I said.

CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE.

Susan"s eyes were big and dark and brilliant with interest. "You think Ann Kiley recruited the DeRosa man?"

"Yes."

"If Marvin Conroy and Ann Kiley are so deeply in love that she"ll supply thugs, and bail them out afterwards," Susan said, "would he leave without a word and she not know where he was?"

"Maybe she was the only one deeply in love," I said.

"Maybe," Susan said. "But it might be worth keeping an eye on her."

I smiled, and said, "Great idea."

Susan studied my face for a moment. "You"re already doing that, aren"t you?"

I shrugged.

"Not Hawk," Susan said. "He"s watching you."

I shrugged again.

"Vinnie?"

"Yeah."

"Vinnie is watching Ann Kiley."

"I thought it would be good if we knew where she went and who she talked to, and maybe offer a little protection."

"I thought her father was arranging protection."

"He was, but, you know, Vinnie is pretty good."

"Depends how you define good," Susan said.

"He"s the best shooter I ever saw," I said.

"That"s how I thought you"d define it," Susan said.

I was on a stool in Susan"s kitchen, supervising as she made egg salad for sandwiches. She was spooning Miracle Whip into a bowl with the hard-boiled eggs. Pearl was lying on her couch across the room, aging, but still alert to the possibility of a spoon to lick.

"I didn"t know they made Miracle Whip anymore," I said.

"They do."

"Many people use mayo," I said.

"Miracle Whip makes a much better egg salad," she said.

I nodded.

"You ever think of mixing in some chopped green peppers?" I said.

"No," she said.

"I like a person clear on their preferences," I said.

"Me too. Have you found any intersection between Mary Smith and the Levesque person on one hand, and Conroy and Ann Kiley and that group on the other?"

"Nathan Smith," I said.

"Besides that," Susan said.

"No."

"Maybe there isn"t one," she said.

"Sometimes I snip a few chives into the egg salad," I said.

"I don"t," she said. She stirred some chopped celery into the egg and Miracle Whip mixture.

"You think she killed her husband?"

"Looks like it," I said. "The gun she gave Levesque to get rid of is the one that killed him."

"Do you think Marvin Conroy is the one who killed all these other people?"

"He"s involved," I said. "Soldiers Field Development might have something to do with it, too."

"To do with what?" Susan said.

She spread out five slices of white bread and began to spread each with her egg-salad mixture.

"White bread?" I said.

"You eat egg salad on white bread," Susan said. "What is it that Conroy and Soldiers Field had something to do with?"

"I don"t know. Something, I would guess, to do with real estate and mortgage money fraud."

"Because it"s a bank and a development company."

"Because of that," I said. "I still need to talk with the guy that got beat up, Bisbee."

"He was a real estate person," Susan said.

She put a leaf of Bibb lettuce on each of the five egg-covered bread slices.

"Yeah. And Amy Peters was in banking, and Brink Tyler was a financial advisor, and Nathan Smith was a banker. And he was on the board of Soldiers Field Development, and they"ve disappeared, and he brought Marvin Conroy into the bank, and Marvin Conroy was Ann Kiley"s boyfriend, and he"s disappeared, and Ann Kiley represented Jack DeRosa, who lied that Mary Smith hired him to kill her husband, and who hired Chuckie Scanlan to beat up Thomas Bisbee and probably to kill me, and Ann represented him, too, and Conroy was investigating Nathan Smith"s s.e.xuality, and Larson Graff was a friend of Nathan"s, and a boyhood friend of Mary"s and Roy Levesque, and Mary says she met Nathan through Graff, and Graff says he met Nathan because of Mary, and..."

"Jesus Christ," Susan said. "You"re giving me a headache."

"Lot of that going around," I said.

Susan completed her five sandwiches with five more slices of white bread, then she cut them into cute quarters and put them on a small platter. Beside the sandwiches, artfully, she put a few cherry tomatoes and some cornichons.

"There"s a bottle of Riesling in the refrigerator," Susan said. "If you"ll bring it out onto the back porch we"ll have lunch."

I put the wine in an ice bucket, got two gla.s.ses and a corkscrew, and followed Susan. Pearl dragged off the couch and limped after us to the porch. It was a lovely August day. We sat at Susan"s little filigreed gla.s.s-topped table. Pearl sat beside Susan. Susan gave her a quarter of a sandwich.

"How," Susan said, "on earth are you going to unravel all of that?"

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