know any college professors," I said.
Vinnie shrugged. "Anyway, that may all be true, whatever the fuck it means, but it don't help my case. Or, far as I can see, yours."
"True," I said. "But you asked me."
"Yeah," Vinnie said. "Sure. The point is you'relooking and we're looking and I want to be sure we aren't trampling on each other's feet, you know?"
He took a package of Juicy Fruit gum from his coat pocket and offered me some. I shook my head, and he selected a stick, and peeled it open, and folded it into his mouth.
"Me and Joe don't give a fuck about her," he said. "We want him."
"I don't give a fuck about him," I said. "I want her."
Vinnie smiled widely. "Perfect," he said and chewed his gum slowly.
"How about Gerry?" I said.
This time there was no hint of expression in Vinnie's face. "Hey, he's
Joe's kid."
"Joe's a creep," I said, "but compared to his kid he's Abraham Lincoln."
Vinnie turned his hands palms up.
"Is Gerry going to get in the way?" I said.
"Joe told him to stay out of this."
"You think he will?"
Again Vinnie's face was without expression. His voice was entirely neutral.
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No.
"Like I said. What about Gerry?"
"Okay," Vinnie said. "We won't fuck around with this either. I been with
Joe a long time. You don't like him. That's okay. He don't like you. But
Joe says he'll do something, he will. He says he won't, he won't."
"That's true for you, Vinnie. It's not true for Joe."
"We won't argue. I know Joe a long time. But we both know Gerry and we know he's a fucking ignoramus.
"But he's mean and you can't trust him," I said.
"Exactly," Vinnie said. "And Joe loves him. Joe don't see him for the fucking weasel that he is."
"So you're going to have trouble with Gerry too."
"Nothing I can't handle."
"Tricky though," I said.
"Yeah," Vinnie said.
"You want to tell me what kind of mess Gerry is in with Richie Beaumont?"
"No."
The light was beginning to fade outside, and the traffic sounds drifting up from Boylston Street increased as people started going home. The iron workers had already left the site where Linda Thomas had worked once, across the street, and the maroon skeleton stood empty. Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang.
"I have no interest in Richie Beaumont," I said. "But I have a lot of interest in Patty Giacomin. I would not want anything bad to happen to her."
"I got no need to hurt the old lady," Vinnie said. "You let me know if you find her?"
"You let me know if you find him?"
I grinned. "Maybe."
"Yeah," Vinnie said. "Me too."
We were silent some more, listening to the traffic. "I don't want trouble with you, Spenser."
"Who would," I said.
"You're probably half as good as you think you are," Vinnie said. "But that's pretty good. And you got resources."
"Hawk," I said.
"You and he can be a large pain in the fungones."
"Nice of you to say so, Vinnie. Hawk will be flattered."
"So let's think about helping each other out, maybe, to the extent we can."
"Sure," I said.
"Good," Vinnie said. Then he stood up and headed for the door. At the door he paused, and then turned slowly back.
"Hawk with you in this?" he said.
"Not so far," I said.
"Gerry's got a lot at stake here," Vinnie said. He looked down, and without looking up said, "Kid's a back-shooter."
"He has to be," I said. "Thanks."
Vinnie was still looking at the floor. He nodded.
"Yeah," he said. And went out.
CHAPTER 12
SUSAN insisted on cooking dinner for Paul and me. When she put her mind to it she could cook, but she had a lot of trouble putting her mind to it, and most of the time she had it delivered from The Harvest Express.
"Helmut hears you're doing your own cooking," I said, "he'll have a heart attack. You represent his profit margin."
"I won't abandon him," Susan said. She had every pot she owned, including two she had just bought for the occasion, out on the counter. Pearl was underfoot sampling the residue in a pan already used. Susan gave us each a
Catamount Golden
Vinnie shrugged. "Anyway, that may all be true, whatever the fuck it means, but it don't help my case. Or, far as I can see, yours."
"True," I said. "But you asked me."
"Yeah," Vinnie said. "Sure. The point is you'relooking and we're looking and I want to be sure we aren't trampling on each other's feet, you know?"
He took a package of Juicy Fruit gum from his coat pocket and offered me some. I shook my head, and he selected a stick, and peeled it open, and folded it into his mouth.
"Me and Joe don't give a fuck about her," he said. "We want him."
"I don't give a fuck about him," I said. "I want her."
Vinnie smiled widely. "Perfect," he said and chewed his gum slowly.
"How about Gerry?" I said.
This time there was no hint of expression in Vinnie's face. "Hey, he's
Joe's kid."
"Joe's a creep," I said, "but compared to his kid he's Abraham Lincoln."
Vinnie turned his hands palms up.
"Is Gerry going to get in the way?" I said.
"Joe told him to stay out of this."
"You think he will?"
Again Vinnie's face was without expression. His voice was entirely neutral.
® ю
No.
"Like I said. What about Gerry?"
"Okay," Vinnie said. "We won't fuck around with this either. I been with
Joe a long time. You don't like him. That's okay. He don't like you. But
Joe says he'll do something, he will. He says he won't, he won't."
"That's true for you, Vinnie. It's not true for Joe."
"We won't argue. I know Joe a long time. But we both know Gerry and we know he's a fucking ignoramus.
"But he's mean and you can't trust him," I said.
"Exactly," Vinnie said. "And Joe loves him. Joe don't see him for the fucking weasel that he is."
"So you're going to have trouble with Gerry too."
"Nothing I can't handle."
"Tricky though," I said.
"Yeah," Vinnie said.
"You want to tell me what kind of mess Gerry is in with Richie Beaumont?"
"No."
The light was beginning to fade outside, and the traffic sounds drifting up from Boylston Street increased as people started going home. The iron workers had already left the site where Linda Thomas had worked once, across the street, and the maroon skeleton stood empty. Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang.
"I have no interest in Richie Beaumont," I said. "But I have a lot of interest in Patty Giacomin. I would not want anything bad to happen to her."
"I got no need to hurt the old lady," Vinnie said. "You let me know if you find her?"
"You let me know if you find him?"
I grinned. "Maybe."
"Yeah," Vinnie said. "Me too."
We were silent some more, listening to the traffic. "I don't want trouble with you, Spenser."
"Who would," I said.
"You're probably half as good as you think you are," Vinnie said. "But that's pretty good. And you got resources."
"Hawk," I said.
"You and he can be a large pain in the fungones."
"Nice of you to say so, Vinnie. Hawk will be flattered."
"So let's think about helping each other out, maybe, to the extent we can."
"Sure," I said.
"Good," Vinnie said. Then he stood up and headed for the door. At the door he paused, and then turned slowly back.
"Hawk with you in this?" he said.
"Not so far," I said.
"Gerry's got a lot at stake here," Vinnie said. He looked down, and without looking up said, "Kid's a back-shooter."
"He has to be," I said. "Thanks."
Vinnie was still looking at the floor. He nodded.
"Yeah," he said. And went out.
CHAPTER 12
SUSAN insisted on cooking dinner for Paul and me. When she put her mind to it she could cook, but she had a lot of trouble putting her mind to it, and most of the time she had it delivered from The Harvest Express.
"Helmut hears you're doing your own cooking," I said, "he'll have a heart attack. You represent his profit margin."
"I won't abandon him," Susan said. She had every pot she owned, including two she had just bought for the occasion, out on the counter. Pearl was underfoot sampling the residue in a pan already used. Susan gave us each a
Catamount Golden
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