phone call came - and, above all, he couldn't arouse suspicion by hanging around in front of a drugstore. So he stepped inside the booth and tucked the receiver under his chin, giving the appearance that he was deeply engaged in private conversation. He casually rested his hand on the cradle, concealing from passersby that he was pressing the disconnect button. He checked the time on a bank marquee down the block. Exactly twelve o'clock. He was suddenly very nervous - not about taking the call, but about the possibility that it wouldn't come at all. To his quick relief, the phone rang, and he immediately released the disconnect button.
I'm here, he said into the phone.
So you are, my man. There was still that thick sucking sound to the man's speech. Let's make this quick.
Don't worry, I'm not tracing the call.
The man seemed to scoff. I'm not worried at all. You're not about to call in the cops.
Harry bristled, annoyed that the caller had him figured for an easy mark. How can you be so sure?
Because I can read you like a book. I saw the way your eyes lit up when I told you I had information about Fernandez. You've been thinking about that one for a while, haven't you?
The governor listened carefully as pedestrians and cars buzzed by outside the booth. It disturbed him that this stranger understood him so well - this stranger who spoke like a punk but had the insight of a shrink. Part of his disguise, he figured. What's your proposal? he asked.
Simple. I'll give you the evidence. The same evidence I showed your son two years ago, so you can see with your own eyes it was me who slit the bitch's throat. All you gotta do is come up with the cash.
Harry's mind was reeling. This was the man who had visited Jack the night of the Fernandez execution? Could he be on the level - could he really be the killer?
Wait a minute, you're saying you killed that young girl?
You need a hearing aid, old man? That's exactly what I'm saying.
The governor felt as if a deep chasm were opening up in front of him and he was plummeting downward with no end in sight. It took a few seconds to collect himself. You said something about money?
Ten thousand. Unmarked fifties.
How do I get it to you? he asked, though he could hardly believe he was actually negotiating. And how do I get this evidence you claim you have?
Just bring the money to Bayfront Park in Miami. Go to where the carriage rides start, by the big statue of Christopher Columbus. Get in the white carriage with the red velvet seats. The driver's an old nigger named Calvin. Get the nine P. M. ride. When you get to the amphitheater, he'll stop for a break and get himself an iced tea from the roach-coach seA+-orita with the big tits. When he does, check under your seat on the right-hand side. The seat cushion flips up, and there's storage space underneath. You'll find a shoe box and a note. Leave the money, take the box, read the note - and do exactly as it says. Got it?
What if the carriage driver doesn't stop?
He'll stop, if you get the nine o'clock ride. You can set a fucking clock by him. He always stops.
I can't just go for a carriage ride with a sack full of money.
You can - and you will.
The governor quickly sensed the nonnegotiability of the terms. I'll need a little time. When do you want it?
Saturday night. And like I said: Take the nine o'clock ride. Gotta go, my man. I don't think you're tracing the call, but just in case you are, my seventy seconds is about up.
The governor heard a click on the other end of the line. Slowly he placed the receiver back in the cradle, then took a deep breath. He worried about getting in deeper, but he had to be certain that what this man was telling him was the truth. He didn't know what he'd do once he confirmed it, how he'd be able to live with himself or explain it to Jack, but he had to be certain.
Besides, it could be worse. Paying a single dime to this low-life would be too much, but the truth was that ten thousand dollars
I'm here, he said into the phone.
So you are, my man. There was still that thick sucking sound to the man's speech. Let's make this quick.
Don't worry, I'm not tracing the call.
The man seemed to scoff. I'm not worried at all. You're not about to call in the cops.
Harry bristled, annoyed that the caller had him figured for an easy mark. How can you be so sure?
Because I can read you like a book. I saw the way your eyes lit up when I told you I had information about Fernandez. You've been thinking about that one for a while, haven't you?
The governor listened carefully as pedestrians and cars buzzed by outside the booth. It disturbed him that this stranger understood him so well - this stranger who spoke like a punk but had the insight of a shrink. Part of his disguise, he figured. What's your proposal? he asked.
Simple. I'll give you the evidence. The same evidence I showed your son two years ago, so you can see with your own eyes it was me who slit the bitch's throat. All you gotta do is come up with the cash.
Harry's mind was reeling. This was the man who had visited Jack the night of the Fernandez execution? Could he be on the level - could he really be the killer?
Wait a minute, you're saying you killed that young girl?
You need a hearing aid, old man? That's exactly what I'm saying.
The governor felt as if a deep chasm were opening up in front of him and he was plummeting downward with no end in sight. It took a few seconds to collect himself. You said something about money?
Ten thousand. Unmarked fifties.
How do I get it to you? he asked, though he could hardly believe he was actually negotiating. And how do I get this evidence you claim you have?
Just bring the money to Bayfront Park in Miami. Go to where the carriage rides start, by the big statue of Christopher Columbus. Get in the white carriage with the red velvet seats. The driver's an old nigger named Calvin. Get the nine P. M. ride. When you get to the amphitheater, he'll stop for a break and get himself an iced tea from the roach-coach seA+-orita with the big tits. When he does, check under your seat on the right-hand side. The seat cushion flips up, and there's storage space underneath. You'll find a shoe box and a note. Leave the money, take the box, read the note - and do exactly as it says. Got it?
What if the carriage driver doesn't stop?
He'll stop, if you get the nine o'clock ride. You can set a fucking clock by him. He always stops.
I can't just go for a carriage ride with a sack full of money.
You can - and you will.
The governor quickly sensed the nonnegotiability of the terms. I'll need a little time. When do you want it?
Saturday night. And like I said: Take the nine o'clock ride. Gotta go, my man. I don't think you're tracing the call, but just in case you are, my seventy seconds is about up.
The governor heard a click on the other end of the line. Slowly he placed the receiver back in the cradle, then took a deep breath. He worried about getting in deeper, but he had to be certain that what this man was telling him was the truth. He didn't know what he'd do once he confirmed it, how he'd be able to live with himself or explain it to Jack, but he had to be certain.
Besides, it could be worse. Paying a single dime to this low-life would be too much, but the truth was that ten thousand dollars
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