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"I guess. "
"Ill talk to people and see what they can tell me. Maybe itll fit together and point somewhere. Maybe not. "
"My girlsll know its cool to talk to you. "
"Thatll help. "
"Not that they necessarily know anything, but if they do. "
"Sometimes people know things without knowing they know them. "
"And sometimes they tell without knowing they told. "
"Thats true, too. "
He stood up, put his hands on his hips. "You know," he said, "I didnt figure to bring you here. I didnt figure you needed to know about this house. And I brought you without you even asking. "
"Its quite a house. "
"Thank you. "
"Was Kim impressed with it?"
"She never saw it. None of em ever did. Theres an old German woman comes here once a week to clean. Makes the whole place shine. Shes the only womans ever been inside of this house. Since I owned it, anyway, and the architects who used to live here didnt have much use for women. Heres the last of the coffee. "
It was awfully good coffee. Id had too much of it already but it was too good to pass up. When I complimented it earlier hed told me it was a mixture of Jamaica Blue Mountain and a dark roast Colombian bean. Hed offered me a pound of it, and Id told him it wouldnt be much use to me in a hotel room.
I sipped the coffee while he made yet another call to his service. When he hung up I said, "You want to give me the number here? Or is that one secret you want to keep?"
He laughed. "Im not here that much. Its easier if you just call the service. "
"All right. "
"And this number wouldnt do you much. I dont know it myself. Id have to look at an old phone bill to make sure I got it right. And if you dialed it, nothing would happen. "
"Whys that?"
"Because the bells wont ring. The phones are to make calls out. When I set this place up I got telephone service and I put in extensions so Id never be far from a phone, but I never gave the number to anybody. Not even my service, not anybody. "
"And?"
"And I was here one night, I think I was playing pool, and the damn phone rang. I like to jumped. It was somebody wanted to know did I want a subscription to the New York Times. Then two days later I got another call and it was a wrong number, and I realized the only calls I was ever going to get were wrong numbers and somebody selling something, and I took a screwdriver and went around and opened up each of the phones, and theres this little clapper that rings the bell when a current passes through a particular wire, and I just took the little clapper off each of the phones. I dialed the number once from another phone, and you think it rings because theres no telling the clappers gone, but theres no bell going off in this house. "
"Clever. "
"No doorbell, either. Theres a thing you ring by the door outside, but its not connected to anything. That doors never been opened since I moved in, and you cant see in the windows, and theres burglar alarms on everything. Not that you get much burglary in Greenpoint, a nice settled Polish neighborhood like this, but old Dr. Levandowski, he likes his security and he likes his privacy. "
"I guess he does. "
"Im not here much, Matthew, but when that garage door closes behind me it keeps the whole world out. Nothing touches me here. Nothing. "
"Im surprised you brought me here. "
"So am I. "
We saved the money for last. He asked how much I wanted. I told him I wanted twenty-five hundred dollars.
He asked what that bought.
"I dont know," I said. "I dont charge by the hour and I dont keep track of my expenses. If I wind up laying out a lot of money or if the thing goes on too long, I might wind up asking you for more money. But Im not going to send you a bill and Im not going to sue you if you dont pay. "
"You keep it all very informal. "
"Thats right. "
"I like that. Cash on the line and no receipts. I dont mind paying a price. The women bring in a lot of money, but theres a lot that has to go out, too. Rent. Operating costs. Payoffs. You got a whore installed in a building, you pay off the building. You cant give the doorman twenty dollars for Christmas and let it go at that, same as any other tenant. Its more like twenty a month and a hundred for Christmas, and its the same for all the building employees. It adds up. "
"It must. "
"But theres a lot left. And I dont blow it on coke or waste it gambling. You said what? Twenty-five hundred? I paid more than twice that for the Dogon mask I gave you to hold. I paid $6,200, plus the auction galleries charge buyers a 10 percent commission these days. Comes to what? $6,820. And then theres sales tax. "
I didnt say anything. He said, "Shit, I dont know what Im proving. That Im nigger-rich, I guess. Wait here a minute. " He came back with a sheaf of hundreds and counted out twenty-five of them. Used bills, out of sequence. I wondered how much cash he kept around the house, how much he habitually carried on his person. Years ago Id known a loan shark who made it a rule never to walk out his door with less than ten thousand dollars in his pocket. He didnt keep it a secret, and everybody who knew him knew about the roll he carried.
Nobody ever tried to take it off him, either.
He drove me home. We took a different route back, over the Pulaski Bridge into Queens and through the tunnel to Manhattan. Neither of us talked much, and somewhere along the way I must have dozed off because he had to put a hand on my shoulder to waken me.
I blinked, straightened up in my seat. We were at the curb in front of my hotel.
"Door-to-door delivery service," he said.
I got out and stood on the curb. He waited for a couple of cabs to pass, then made his U-turn. I watched until the Cadillac was out of sight.
Thoughts struggled in my brain like exhausted swimmers. I was far too tired to think. I went up to bed.
Chapter 12
"I didnt know her all that well. I met her a year or so ago at the beauty parlor and we had a cup of coffee together, and reading between the lines of her conversation I figured out she wasnt the Avon lady. We exchanged numbers and we would talk now and then over the phone, but we never got close. Then whenever it was, a couple weeks ago, she called and wanted to get together. I was surprised. Wed been out of touch for months. "
We were in Elaine Mardells apartment on Fifty-first between First and Second. White shag carpet on the floor, bold abstract oils on the walls, something inoffensive on the stereo. I had a cup of coffee. Elaine was drinking a diet soda.
"What did she want?"
"She told me she was leaving her pimp. She wanted to make the break without getting hurt. Which is where you came in, remember?"
I nodded. "Whyd she come to you?"
"I dont know. I had the feeling she didnt have too many friends. It wasnt the sort of thing she could talk over with one of Chances other girls, and she probably wouldnt have wanted to discuss it with someone who was out of the life altogether. And she was young, you know, compared to me. She may have seen me as a sort of wise old aunt. "
"Thats you, all right. "
"Isnt it just? What was she, about twenty-five?"
"She said twenty-three. I think it said twenty-four in the papers. "
"Jesus, thats young. "
"I know. "
"More coffee, Matt?"
"Im fine. "
"You know why I think she picked me to have that little conversation with? I think its because I dont have a pimp. " She settled herself in her seat, uncrossed and recrossed her legs. I remembered other times in this apartment, one of us on the couch, the other on the Eames chair, the same sort of unobtrusive music softening the rooms hard edges.
I said, "You never had one, did you?"
"No. "
"Do most girls?"
"The ones she knew did. I think you pretty much have to on the street. Somebodys got to defend your right to a particular corner and bail you out when you get arrested.
When you work out of an apartment like this, well, thats different. But even so, most of the hookers I know have boyfriends. "
"Is that the same thing as a pimp?"
"Oh, no. A boyfriend isnt running a batch of girls. He just happens to be your boyfriend. And you dont turn your money over to him. But you buy him a lot of things, just because you want to, and you help out with cash when he hits a rough spot in life, or if theres some business opportunity he wants to take advantage of, or because he needs a little loan and, gee, its not like you were giving him the money. Thats what a boyfriend is. "
"Sort of a one-woman pimp. "
"Sort of, except every girl swears her boyfriends different, her relationships different, and what never changes is who earns the money and who spends it. "
"And you never had a pimp, did you? Or a boyfriend?"
"Never. I had my palm read once and the woman who did it was impressed. You have a double head line, dear, she told me. Your head rules your heart. " She came over, showed me her hand. "Its this line right here. See?"
"Looks good to me. "
"Damn straight. " She went back for her glass of soda, then came and sat on the couch beside me. She said, "When I learned what happened to Kim, the first thing I did was call you. But you werent in. "
"I never got the message. "
"I didnt leave one. I hung up and called a travel agent I know. A couple hours later I was on a plane for Barbados. "
"Were you afraid you were on somebodys list?"
"Hardly that. I just figured Chance killed her. I didnt think hed start knocking off all her friends and relations. No, I just knew it was time for a break. A week at a beachfront hotel. A little sun in the afternoon, a little roulette at night, and enough steel-drum music and limbo dancing to hold me for a long time. "
"Sounds good. "
"Second night out I met a fellow at the poolside cocktail party. He was staying at the next hotel over. Very nice fellow, tax lawyer, got divorced a year and a half ago and then went through a tough little affair with someone too young for him, and hes over that now, and who does he meet but me. "
"And?"
"And we had a nice little romance for the rest of the week. Long walks on the beach. Snorkeling, tennis. Romantic dinners. Drinks on my terrace. I had a terrace looking out at the sea. "
"Here youve got one looking at the East River. "
"Its not the same. We had a great time, Matt. Good sex, too. I thought Id have my work cut out for me, you know, acting shy. But I didnt have to act. I was shy, and then I got over my shyness. "
"You didnt tell him-"
"Are you kidding? Of course not. I told him I work for art galleries. I restore paintings. Im a freelance art restoration expert. He thought that was really fascinating and he had a lot of questions. It would have been easier if Id had the sense to pick something a little more humdrum, but, see, I wanted to be fascinating. "
"Sure. "
She had her hands in her lap and she was looking at them. Her face was unlined but her years were beginning to show themselves on the back of her hands. I wondered how old she was. Thirty-six? Thirty-eight?
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