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“It gets divided up. Three main beneficiaries, so the odds are that one of them’s our client.”
“Or they’re all in it together, like something on Masterpiece Theatre. Dot, it’s not really my problem.”
“I know.”
“For all we know, he could be a mean little bastard. Starts fires, tortures animals, wets the bed.”
“And whoever kills him will be doing the world a favor.”
“For all we know. Why would I fly up there on a Sunday? What happens on Monday?”
“That’s when he’s easy to find,” she said, “because every Monday after dinner he gets on the bus and goes downtown to his stamp club meeting.”
Keller checked out the offerings of some of the vest-pocket dealers, but didn’t see anything he could use. He fell into a couple of conversations, none of them as absorbing as the one he’d had with the boy. At an adjacent table, he overheard the other lad, taller and heavier than Mark, contemplating the purchase of a set of World Cup stamps from Transnistria, the breakaway province of Moldova, which itself had broken away from the Soviet Union. Transnistria, its autonomy recognized only by Russia, didn’t field a World Cup team, and Keller wasn’t sure the inhabitants cared much about soccer, but that didn’t keep them from issuing stamps, and selling them to collectors.
The meeting ended with an auction—a handful of members’ lots, with listless bidding and the highest sale price under $10. And then there was a raffle, and Mark’s trading partner won a souvenir sheet from Saint Vincent and the Grenadines, donated by one of the dealers.
And that was that. Keller took his chair to the back of the room, where some men were stacking them, and Mark made a point of coming over and extending his hand. “I enjoyed talking with you, Nick,” he said. “Will you be coming again next week?”
“I’m afraid not. I’m just in town on business.”
“Next time bring your duplicates. Maybe we can trade.”
“I’ll do that,” Keller said. “You spend a lot of time on stamps?”
“As much as I can. I do okay in school, so homework doesn’t take much time, and I’m hopeless in sports, so that doesn’t take any time at all.”
“I see your friend collects World Cup issues.”
“He likes soccer. He even likes to play it.”
“But you don’t.”
“I like to sit at my desk and work on my stamps. Pretty boring, most people would say.”
“Not in this room.”
“Well, that’s true,” the boy agreed. “When I come here I don’t feel like a misfit. I don’t even feel like a kid.” He grinned. “In here,” he said, “I’m just another philatelist.”
Downstairs, Keller found himself pausing at the desk on his way to the door. The same woman, who did in fact strongly resemble young Mark’s trading partner, smiled brightly. Keller said, “Why an A?”
She didn’t hesitate. Because she could read his mind? No, more likely he was not the first person to ask. Possibly not even the first person that day.
“It used to say YMCA,” she said.
“Before the tornado struck?”
“Only metaphorically. YMCA stands for Young Men’s Christian Association.”
“And?”
“And gradually one word after another became problematic. ‘Christian’? That might put off potential Jewish or Muslim members, and irritate atheists. Not to mention the Druids.”
“I never mention the Druids.”
“Then came ‘Men’s.’ There was a YWCA as well, but the two merged a while back, to eliminate sexism, and cut costs in the bargain. So what’s left? ‘Young Association’? In addition to sounding stupid, and vaguely ageist, it was just plain inaccurate. This place is more of a senior center than a young association. So all the letters came down.”
“Except for the A. Is that what they call it now? The A?”
“No, of course not,” she said. “Everybody calls it the Y, the same as they always did. Don’t you love it? And aren’t you glad you asked? But not so glad as I. Because now I feel useful, having just supplied some information you probably couldn’t have found on Google.”
Keller walked back to his hotel, went up to his room, turned on the TV. He found a Spanish-language channel showing a soccer game, and turned it off when he realized he wasn’t paying it the slightest bit of attention. The only part he was enjoying, in a sort of subliminal way, was the audio, and that was because he couldn’t understand it.
He called home, spoke to Julia. “I was hoping I wouldn’t like him,” he said, “but he’s a very nice boy. And serious about his stamps.”
“So I guess you’ll be a few days.”
“I could turn around and come home,” he said, “except I can’t.”
He switched phones, called Dot. “Well, I’m in,” he told her. “I got here, and I met him, and I’m in.”
“I figured the stamps would cinch it.”
“I was probably in anyway. What choice do I have? It’s an obligation.”
“That’s just waiting to be turned into a joke,” she said, “but I’m not going to touch it. Where do the two of us get off talking about moral obligations? But there’s no getting around it. That’s what it is.”
He thought for a moment. “There are three people who collect if the kid doesn’t, right?”
“Two aunts and an uncle. They each get a fourth, and that’s a lot, because Grandma was a wealthy lady.”
“That’s three people each getting a fourth.”
“The boy’s mother would get the last share, but—”
“But it’s probably not her.”
“Unless we’re back to Masterpiece Theatre, and she’s the classic Least Likely Suspect.”
“If I brace them in turn, I should be able to pick a winner. I guess I’ll start with the uncle.”
He took a shower, turned the TV on, turned it off again. Instead of arriving on Sunday, he’d flown in that very morning. So he hadn’t been to the Falls, and probably wouldn’t get there, either. If he hadn’t been working, he’d have brought Julia and Jenny along, and all three of them could have made the trip. Put on those yellow slickers, rode the Maid of the Mist right under the Falls, did all the tourist things.
But if he hadn’t been working, how likely was it that he’d have come to Buffalo at all?
Two aunts and an uncle. He could hang around for a week, then go home. Maybe the client would change his mind, maybe the broker would tell him to look elsewhere. Maybe it would take seven years before the uncle (or the aunt, or the other aunt) found somebody to do the job, and by then there’d be no job to do.
Maybe what he himself ought to do was take out all three of them, the uncle and both aunts. The odds were they all three had it coming. If one of them happened to be the client, that was just because he (or she or she) thought of it first, or knew a number to call.
He’d thought he was done with all of this crap. And all it took to draw him back in was a kid with a pair of tongs and a magnifier, a kid who knew a lot of useless information about Allenstein. (And wasn’t that redundant? Was it possible to know any useful information about Allenstein?)
Was he going to be doing this sort of thing for the rest of his life? Couldn’t he just pack up his things and go home?
Evidently not. And Mark was a nice young man, with a keen interest in his hobby, and philately needed a next generation. The torch had to be passed, and every issue of Linn’s held a lament for the paucity of future torchbearers.
Not to worry, Keller told himself. He’d think of something.
About the Author
Lawrence Block published his first novel in 1958 and has been chronicling the adventures of Keller since 1998. He has been designated a Grand Master by the Mystery Writers of America, and has received Lifetime Achievement awards from the Crime Writers’ Association (UK), the Private Eye Writers of America, and the Short Mystery Fiction Society. He has won the Nero, Philip Marlowe, Societe 813, and Anthony awards, and is
a multiple recipient of the Edgar, the Shamus, and the Japanese Maltese Falcon awards. He and his wife, Lynne, are devout New Yorkers and relentless world travelers.
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THE MATTHEW SCUDDER NOVELS
The Sins of the Fathers • Time to Murder and Create • In the Midst of Death • A Stab in the Dark • Eight Million Ways to Die • When the Sacred Ginmill Closes • Out on the Cutting Edge • A Ticket to the Boneyard • A Dance at the Slaughterhouse • A Walk Among the Tombstones • The Devil Knows You’re Dead • A Long Line of Dead Men • Even the Wicked • Everybody Dies • Hope to Die • All the Flowers Are Dying • A Drop of the Hard Stuff
KELLER’S GREATEST HITS
Hit Man • Hit List • Hit Parade • Hit and Run
THE BERNIE RHODENBARR MYSTERIES
Burglars Can’t Be Choosers • The Burglar in the Closet • The Burglar Who Liked to Quote Kipling • The Burglar Who Studied Spinoza • The Burglar Who Painted Like Mondrian • The Burglar Who Traded Ted Williams • The Burglar Who Thought He Was Bogart • The Burglar in the Library • The Burglar in the Rye • The Burglar on the Prowl
THE ADVENTURES OF EVAN TANNER
The Thief Who Couldn’t Sleep • The Canceled Czech • Tanner’s Twelve Swingers • Two for Tanner • Tanner’s Tiger • Here Comes a Hero • Me Tanner, You Jane • Tanner on Ice
THE AFFAIRS OF CHIP HARRISON
No Score • Chip Harrison Scores Again • Make Out with Murder • The Topless Tulip Caper
OTHER NOVELS
A Diet of Treacle • After the First Death • Ariel • Campus Tramp • Cinderella Sims • Coward’s Kiss • Deadly Honeymoon • The Girl with the Long Green Heart • Grifter’s Game • Killing Castro • Lucky at Cards • Not Comin’ Home to You • Random Walk • Ronald Rabbit Is a Dirty Old Man • Small Town • The Specialists • Such Men Are Dangerous • The Triumph of Evil • You Could Call It Murder • Getting Off
COLLECTED SHORT STORIES
Sometimes They Bite • Like a Lamb to Slaughter • Some Days You Get the Bear • Ehrengraf for the Defense • One Night Stands and Lost Weekends • The Lost Cases of Ed London • Enough Rope • The Night and the Music
BOOKS FOR WRITERS
Writing the Novel: From Plot to Print • Telling Lies for Fun and Profit • Spider, Spin Me a Web • Write for Your Life
WRITTEN FOR PERFORMANCE
Tilt! (episodic television) • How Far? (one-act play) • My Blueberry Nights (film)
MEMOIR
Step by Step
ANTHOLOGIES EDITED
Death Cruise • Master’s Choice • Opening Shots • Master’s Choice 2 • Speaking of Lust • Opening Shots 2 • Speaking of Greed • Blood on Their Hands • Gangsters, Swindlers, Killers, and Thieves • Manhattan Noir • Manhattan Noir 2
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Contents
Welcome
Dedication
KELLER IN DALLAS
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
KELLER’S HOMECOMING
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
Twenty
Twenty-One
KELLER AT SEA
Twenty-Two
Twenty-Three
Twenty-Four
Twenty-Five
Twenty-Six
Twenty-Seven
Twenty-Eight
Twenty-Nine
Thirty
Thirty-One
KELLER’S SIDELINE
Thirty-Two
Thirty-Three
Thirty-Four
Thirty-Five
Thirty-Six
Thirty-Seven
Thirty-Eight
Thirty-Nine
Forty
Forty-One
Forty-Two
Forty-Three
Forty-Four
Forty-Five
Forty-Six
Forty-Seven
Forty-Eight
KELLER’S OBLIGATION
Forty-Nine
Fifty
Fifty-One
About the Author
Also by Lawrence Block
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Copyright
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Table of Contents
Welcome
Dedication
KELLER IN DALLAS
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
KELLER’S HOMECOMING
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
Twenty
Twenty-One
KELLER AT SEA
Twenty-Two
Twenty-Three
Twenty-Four
Twenty-Five
Twenty-Six
Twenty-Seven
Twenty-Eight
Twenty-Nine
Thirty
Thirty-One
KELLER’S SIDELINE
Thirty-Two
Thirty-Three
Thirty-Four
Thirty-Five
Thirty-Six
Thirty-Seven
Thirty-Eight
Thirty-Nine
Forty
Forty-One
Forty-Two
Forty-Three
Forty-Four
Forty-Five
Forty-Six
Forty-Seven
Forty-Eight
KELLER’S OBLIGATION
Forty-Nine
Fifty
Fifty-One
About the Author
Also by Lawrence Block
Newsletters
Copyright