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by Lawrence Block

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  "Right around the first of November I mentioned that our downstairs neighbors would be spending the next six months in Florida. Good, Bergen said. Thats where well kill Amanda. Its a natural site for a burglary, with the owners in Florida. And its convenient, she wont have to travel far, and its better than doing it in your apartment because you wouldnt want police parading in and out of your place. They make a mess, sometimes they even steal things.

  "I thought it was a joke. Oh, youre going to a party? When you come home well be waiting in the Jews apartment downstairs. Youll walk right in on a burglary in progress. I hope I can still remember how to break in. Im sure its like swimming, once you learn it you never forget it.

  "The night of the party I didnt know if it was a joke or not. This is hard to explain. I knew but I didnt know. The two sides of my life were so far apart its as if I didnt really believe something on one side could touch something on the other. Its like I knew they would be waiting there for us but I couldnt really believe it.

  "When we left the party I wanted to walk home because I wanted to delay getting there for fear that theyd be there, that it would be real this time. And on the way home she started talking about her brother, how she was worried about his health, and I made a nasty crack. So we had an argument, and I thought, all right, bitch, in an hour youll be history. And the thought was exciting.

  "Walking up the stairs I saw the door to the Gottschalks apartment was closed and I felt relieved, and then I saw that the doorframe was splintered and there were jimmy marks around the lock so I knew they were there. But I thought if we were quiet we could get past the closed door and upstairs to our own apartment and wed be safe. Of course we could have turned around and gone back down the stairs, but I didnt even think of that at the time.

  "Then we got to the top of the flight of stairs and the door opened and they were waiting for us. Olga had on a leather outfit she wears sometimes and Bergen was wearing a long leather coat. They looked as though theyd stepped out of a comic book. Amanda didnt recognize them at first. She was just staring at them, not knowing what to make of it, and before she could say anything Bergen said, Youre dead, bitch, and punched her in the face. He was wearing thin leather driving gloves. He made a fist and hit her full force in the jaw.

  "Bergen grabbed her and dragged her inside with his hand clamped over her mouth. Olga got Amandas hands behind her back and handcuffed her. They taped her mouth and Olga tripped her and kicked her in the face when she fell.

  "They stripped her and dragged her into the bedroom and threw her on the bed. Bergen raped her and turned her over and raped her again. Olga hit her in the face with a crowbar and I think that may have knocked her out. I dont think she was conscious for most of it.

  "I hope not.

  "They told me I had to have sex with her. And this is the worst part. I thought I was going to be sick to my stomach, I thought I was going to puke, but get this, I was excited. I was hard. I didnt want to have sex, I didnt want to, but my cock wanted to. God, it makes me sick to think about it. I couldnt finish. I was on top of her and I couldnt finish and I just wanted to come so I could stop but I couldnt.

  "Then I was standing over her and Bergen had her panty hose wrapped around her neck and he made me take an end in each hand. He told me I had to do it and I just stood there. Olga was on her knees blowing me and Bergens gloved hands were holding my hands, and I was holding the ends of the panty hose, I couldnt let go because of his grip. And he pulled his hands apart, and that pulled my hands apart, and her eyes were staring up at me, staring, you know. And Olga was doing what she was doing, you know, and Bergen was holding me very tight, and there was the smell of the blood and the leather and the sex.

  "And I had an orgasm.

  "And Amanda was dead. "

  Chapter 16

  "The rest was pretty much the way we figured," I told Durkin. "They tied him up and knocked him around a little to make it look good, set the stage so it fit the profile of a bungled burglary. They walked out and went home, and he called it in an hour or so later, whenever it was. He had his story all ready. Hed had days to work it out, all the while he was telling himself it was a joke. "

  "And now he wants to hire you. "

  "He did hire me," I said. "Last night, before we parted company. "

  "What for?"

  "Hes afraid of the Stettners. Afraid theyll kill him. "

  "Why would they do that?"

  "To cover their asses. His conscience has been bothering him. "

  "I should fucking hope so. "

  "Well, according to him, it has. He keeps having the thought that she really loved him and she was the only person who ever did or ever will. "

  "Only person damn fool enough. "

  "And he wants to believe that she died without realizing he was a part of her murder. That she was unconscious when he had sex with her, that she was either unconscious or already dead when Stettner made him strangle her. "

  "He wants the answer to that one, he doesnt need a detective, he needs a medium. "

  It was midmorning, Thursday. I had gone to Midtown North after breakfast and waited for Joe to show, and we were at his desk now. He had a cigarette going. He must have quit smoking a dozen times that I knew about. He couldnt seem to stay off it.

  I said, "He thinks his conscience is showing. And he thinks Stettner doesnt need him anymore. "

  "How did Stettner need him in the first place, Matt? It sounds to me like hes making Stettner the heavy when he was the one using Stettner instead of the other way around. Way I figure it he got a mil and a half out of the deal, and what did Stettner get? A quick piece of ass with a woman whos half-dead?"

  "So far," I said, "Stettner got four hundred thousand dollars. "

  "I must have missed that part. "

  "I was just getting to it. After it was all over, after she was buried and the press coverage had died down, Stettner had a talk with him. He said their little joint venture had been a great success, but of course if it was indeed a joint venture it was only fair that the proceeds be shared jointly. "

  "In other words, come up with half the dough. "

  "Thats the idea. Not the money he inherited from his wife, Stettner was willing to overlook that, but certainly the insurance proceeds. As soon as the insurance company paid up, he wanted half. It was a million with the double indemnity, since murder is accidental death-"

  "Which I never understood. "

  "Neither did I, but I guess its an accident from the point of view of the victim. Anyway, it came to a million tax-free, and Stettner wanted half of it. The insurance company paid up late last month, which seems pretty quick in a case like this. "

  "They had a guy over here," he said. "Wanted to know if Thurman was a suspect. Officially he wasnt, which is what I had to tell him. I was convinced he did it, I told you that-"

  "Yes. "

  "- but the only motive we had was the money, and we couldnt establish any need for the money, or anybody else he was mixed up with, or any reason to kill her. " He frowned. "What youve been telling me is he really didnt have a reason. "

  "Not the way he tells it. But the insurance company paid, and Stettner wanted his, and the way they worked it was that Thurman would turn over cash to Stettner in increments of a hundred thousand dollars that would ostensibly be used to purchase foreign currencies. The money would just go in Stettners pocket, but Thurman would get memos of nonexistent transactions and theyd be structured in such a way that he would ultimately be able to write off most of it as losses for tax purposes. I think that may be my favorite part, Joe. Split the proceeds with your partner in crime and write it off on your taxes. "

  "Its not bad. Hes made four of these payments?"

  "At one-week intervals. The final payments due tonight. Hell be meeting Stettner in Maspeth, hes producing a telecast at a boxing arena out there. Hell turn over a briefcase with a hundred grand in it and thatll be that. "

 
"And then he thinks Stettnerll kill him. Because hell have the money and he wont need Thurman anymore, and Thurmans just a loose end and is starting to develop a conscience, so why not close the account?"

  "Right. "

  "And he wants you to protect him," he said. "Did he happen to say how?"

  "We left it open. Im meeting him this afternoon to figure all that out. "

  "And then you go out to whatchacallit, Maspeth?"

  "Probably. "

  He stubbed out his cigarette. "Why you?"

  "He knows me. "

  "He knows you? How does he know you?"

  "We met in a bar. "

  "So you said, last night in that shithole your friend Ballou owns. Incidentally, I dont know what the hell youre doing keeping company with a guy like that. "

  "Hes a friend of mine. "

  "One of these days hes gonna step on his cock and you dont want to be there when it happens. Hes a good dancer, hes slippery as a fucking eel, but one of these days the Fedsll put a RICO case together and hes got free room and board in Atlanta. "

  " Mother of mercy, is this the end of RICO? "

  "Huh?"

  "Nothing," I said. "Its not important. We met at Grogans last night because we needed a quiet place to talk. The reason he called me is we ran into each other the night before in another bar, a place in his neighborhood. "

  "You ran into him because youre on his case. Did he know that?"

  "No. He thought I was on Stettners case. "

  "Why would you be on Stettners case?"

  I hadnt told him anything about the tape of Happys murder, or about the killing of Arnold Leveque. All of that seemed extraneous. The case in Joes open file was the murder of Amanda Thurman, and that was the case Id been hired for and the one that looked to be breaking.

  "It was a way to hook him," I said. "Id managed to connect him with Stettner, and that turned out to be the shoe in the door. If he can hang it all on Bergen and Olga, maybe he can get off the hook himself. "

  "You think you can get him to come in, Matt?"

  "Thats what Im hoping. Thats what Ill be working on when I see him this afternoon. "

  "I want you wearing a wire when you see him. "

  "Fine. "

  " Fine. I wish to God youd been wearing a wire when you saw him last night. You can get lucky, a guy feels like talking, he spills his guts and feels better. Then he gets up the next morning and wonders what got into him, and for the rest of his life he never gets the urge to open up again. Why the hell didnt you come in and get a wire before you saw him?"

  "Come on," I said. "He called out of the blue at ten and wanted to meet me right away. Were you even here last night?"

  "Theres other people could have fitted you with a wire. "

  "Sure, and it only would have taken two hours and ten phone calls to clear it, and I had no realistic reason to think he was going to open up like that in the first place. "

  "Yeah, youre right. "

 

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