lesson. Guinea works the Brooklyn docks. Longshoreman. A liquor shipment came in a few days ago. Scotch. Brandy. High-priced shit.â
âNot the stuff you sell here.â
âNot even close. Headed for that la-di-dah liquor store on Fifth. I was supposed to get five cases. Wound up with four.â
âYour workout ends here.â
Nickâs voice was low and his eyes had a psycho sparkle. âI donât tell you how to handle your business, and you donât tell me how to handle mine.â
âThis time I do,â I said.
Nick walked up to me so close I could count the bits of gray stubble on his cheeks.
âDonât fuck with me, Steeg. Not in the mood.â
I didnât move.
âMakes two of us,â I said.
After a few seconds of mulling things over and weighing the odds, Nick backed away.
I helped the guy to his feet and told him to make tracks. He mumbled his thanks and wobbled out the door.
The sound of quiet applause came from a booth in the back.
My brother was in the house.
âNicely done, Jake,â he said. âThe Righter of Wrongs has struck again.â
âGood to see you finally came out of the attic and rejoined the world.â
He slid out of the booth and walked up to me.
âIt was
my
booze,â he said.
âSince when did beating someone to death become your spectator sport of choice, Dave? I remember when you did your own dirty work.â
His eyes went flat.
âWhatâs bothering you, Jake?â
âYou and your kid.â
His eyes, still flat, squinted slightly at the corners.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â he said.
âI just had an interesting little chat with Benny Kim.â
âThe slant fruit guy?â
âThe Korean businessman.â
âWhatever.â
âSeems that thereâs been a rash of car heists in the neighborhood lately.â
âSo? Whatâs that got to do with me ⦠or Anthony?â
âAnthony and the chimpanzee who works for him drive up to Bennieâs store in Bennieâs car. Anthony sits in the car while the monkey goes in and lays it out for Benny. He wants his car back, itâs gonna cost him. Benny tells him to fuck himself. The monkey takes umbrage and kicks the shit out of him.â
Dave stroked the pebbled patch on his cheek.
âBoysâll be boys.â
âYou set the rules a long time ago, Dave: Lay off the locals; you take care of them, they take care of you. Well, these guys are local. Live in the neighborhood.â
He smiled and patted me on the cheek.
âYour problem is you take things too seriously,â he said.
âOr maybe the direction your life has taken has screwed up your brain.â
âDonât go there.â
âIf not me, who?â
âHeâs my son.â
âBut heâs not you,â I said.
âThat remains to be seen.â
12
T he more I thought about it, the less I liked about Martine Toussaintâs story.
A twenty-buck-a-pop streetwalker climbs the greasy pole out of prostitution. Then, like Saint Paul on the Road to Damascus, she has an epiphany. And devotes her life to helping working girls go straight. Then she convinces a bunch of rich guys to come along for the ride. With nothing but good works on their minds, they front the money. Enough to pay for a brownstone and a lifestyle Martine could only dream of when she was selling her body at the tunnels.
What it had to do with Dave, I didnât know. But it didnât add up.
The clerk at the lower Broadway office of the Attorney Generalâs Charities Bureau was deep into a conversation on her cell phone. Something about a rat bastard namedTony who wasnât going to get away with whatever the hell he had done ⦠a second time.
âExcuse me,â I said.
She threw me a disgusted look and showed me her back.
About a minute later she swiveled her head around and, discovering I was still there,
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