Dropping his hand, he turned back to me. “This is going to be easy, Nick. Big Mike has already put together a bomb that will blow off the safe cover. It works on a timer. All I need you to do is place it next to the safe and carry out the money after it blows open. It won’t take more than five minutes.”
I stared at him and kept staring until his smile cracked. Then I asked Brendan why he needed me to blow up the safe. Why he or Big Mike or anyone else couldn’t do it.
He looked rattled. “I need someone I can trust. And you’ve been in Vietnam, you know how to handle yourself in difficult situations. I’m going to be in the car driving. And Big Mike needs to be watching the building in case there’s any trouble. I need you, Nicky. You won’t let me down, will you?”
“No, I guess not.”
Relief washed over his face, leaving a broad, wide smile. “Okay, Nicky. Why don’t we go home and get some sleep.” Lisa grabbed Brendan by the arm and the two of them turned their backs to me and talked in hushed voices. I could see Brendan nodding and then he turned back to me. “Nicky,” he said. “Why don’t you stay here tonight. Is that okay?”
I told him it was. “One more thing,” he hesitated. “We have it planned for twelve tomorrow afternoon. We have to do it then. But don’t worry, the explosion will just be a little pop, no one will hear us.”
I told him I guess it didn’t matter. He smiled, nodding his head. “I’ll pick you up at eleven. Don’t worry, Nicky. Everything will work out fine. And Dreason deserves this. We’re not doing anything bad.” He got up to leave. Big Mike joined him, glaring at me as he left. I could see his lip had swelled.
Lisa took me to the guest room and helped me make up the bed. She gave me a funny look. “Yeah, what do you want to ask me?”
“Why did Brendan want me to stay here?”
“Because,” she smiled slightly. “I promised your brother I’d make sure you didn’t run out on us. But that’s not the reason I wanted you to.” She started to unbutton her blouse, her flesh warming to a soft pink as she did.
“Are you and Brendan…” I didn’t know how to finish the sentence.
“Maybe. He’s planning on leaving his wife for me after we get the money. Why, does it matter?” She gave me a hard look and stopped unbuttoning her blouse. “I guess it does,” she said, softly.
She took hold of my chin and studied me, then nodded to herself. “You do look a lot like your brother,” she said. “You’re about the same height and have similar features. But you’re better looking, you’re heavier, more muscular, and you don’t have his shifty eyes.”
She laughed and walked over to the door. “No,” she said. “You got big, dumb eyes, like you don’t know a damn thing.” Her face softened. “Nicky, it’s not too late for you to just walk away. You could leave now and be in another state by tomorrow.”
“I-I can’t. I promised Brendan.”
“The two of us could go, Nicky. We could walk out together. Would you like that?”
“But the five million dollars –“
“Skip it.” Her eyes hardened. “You really don’t have a clue, do you?”
I shook my head.
“I guess you don’t,” she said, her voice brittle. “You see, when I’m driving at night and I catch an animal in the headlights, and they freeze and look at me with big, dumb eyes like yours, you know what I do?”
“I’m sorry, I don’t—”
“I step on the gas. Have pleasant dreams, bright boy.” And she slammed the door shut.
You can’t steal five million dollars from the mob and expect to live. It’s not that easy. They’d be after you for the rest of your life. And they’d catch you. Brendan had to know that much, And besides, there were too many holes in the way he told it for it to be that way. I took out a pack of cigarettes and lay down on the bed.
Of course, I knew why Brendan needed me. I knew why I had to be the one to bring the bomb into the warehouse. The warehouse had to be rigged with explosives, so when the one bomb went off the whole place would go up in flames.
Brendan and I are the same height and we do look a lot alike. The extra bulk I have would be burned off in the fire and wearing his clothes would cinch it. All that would be found in the warehouse would be a burnt body that would be identified as Brendan’s and a pile of ashes that the mob would think used to be five million dollars. That’s the only way it could work. Which meant that the money had already been taken out of the safe.
I lit another cigarette and inhaled deeply, letting the smoke fill my lungs. If Brendan had asked me straight out to do it, I probably would’ve. There’s not much for me anymore, and besides, I’m tired of feeling dead inside. But I couldn’t do it for him now, not with him acting as if I was dumb. I was sick of acting dumb.
I thought about Lisa, about the way she’d been acting, and decided all she was doing was playing games with me. She could’ve told me the truth, but she really didn’t want me to walk away. If I was as dumb as she thought I was, none of her hints and nudges would’ve helped me. I guess it was part of her nature. I couldn’t walk away from it anyway. I don’t have much, but fighting for the little I have could make me feel something. I had to stick around and see if I could feel something.
# #
The next morning Lisa made us pancakes and bacon. While we were eating, she kept giving me nervous glances. Finally, she cleared her throat and told me Brendan had called while I was asleep and changed the plans for midnight.
I didn’t say anything. “Well?” she asked angrily. “Do you understand what I said?” I nodded. Her face relaxed. “Your brother asked me to give you some money so you could see a movie or something. How’s that sound?”
I looked at the clock on her stove. It was ten thirty. I told her it would be fine, that I’d leave as soon as I finished breakfast. I then slowed down with my eating. Every once in a while I’d glance up at her and she’d give me a jerky smile. I pushed my plate away a couple of minutes before eleven.
Her face turned red and she hollered at me, “You’re a real smart guy, aren’t you?”
I played innocent and watched as Brendan walked through the door. “All set?” he asked. Lisa shook her head as she walked by me. Big Mike was sitting in the back seat of the car waiting for us.
Brendan and Lisa sat up front. I joined Big Mike in back. Brendan held up a bag, “The bomb’s in here, Nicky. It’s set to go off at twelve fifteen. You have to be careful with it.”
Lisa deadpanned, “Yeah, make sure you don’t blow yourself up.”
Brendan handed her the bag, “You better hold it,” he said, giving her a cold stare.
As we drove, the buildings got more and more run-down. Finally, Brendan pulled up next to a large gray one. Big Mike ran out and about a minute later came back puffing. “It’s all ready,” he said, lowering himself back into the car.
No one talked. Brendan kept looking at his watch. Finally, he took the bag from Lisa’s lap. “It’s time,” he said. He reached back and handed me the bag. He kept his eyes away from mine. “Okay, Nick. We’ve got seven minutes. You better get going.”
I leaned back in my seat. “I’m not sure I understand what I’m supposed to do. Maybe we better go over it again?”
Lisa gave Brendan a quick sideways glance. “Your brother’s a real bright light, isn’t he? I think we should just forget the whole thing before he screws up on us. I think we should leave the bag here and go.”
Brendan’s head snapped as if he’d been slapped. He growled at her, “I think I should knock your damn teeth out!”
“I don’t know.” I interrupted. “I forgot what I’m supposed to do.”
Lisa let loose with a nervous laugh. Big Mike was looking impatient, his ears turning a bright red. “You stupid idiot!” he exploded. He started to pull his gun from his jacket. “Take that stinking bag and go in there before I blow your goddamn head off!”
I swung my right arm and caught him hard with my elbow. His head bounced off the d
oor, making a dull thud. I think he was unconscious, but I hit him again. His gun had dropped from his hand. I picked it up and brought the handle down on his skull. Blood started to spread across his forehead, down into his face.
Brendan’s mouth dropped open. Lisa’s eyes were sparkling. “Brendan,” I said. “I think it would be better if you did it for me.”
I tossed the bag onto his lap. He couldn’t talk, at least not right away. Finally, he sputtered, “N-Nicky, w-what’s going on?”
I reversed the gun in my hand and flicked the barrel across his cheek, drawing blood. “Don’t make me shoot you, Brendan. Please, open the door and get out of the car. We don’t have much time left.”
He hesitated. I flicked the gun again, this time catching a soft spot on his neck. He got out, his legs looking like rubber bands. The bag hung from his left hand. I got out and joined him. Lisa also got out.
“Go ahead,” she said to him, her voice shaking with contempt. “Do Nicky’s job.”
“You stinking bitch!” he swore. He lunged to hit her. I shot him in the hip. Lisa giggled. Brendan turned towards me, his eyes wide with terror. His mouth tried to work, but no noise came out.
“Brendan,” I said. “If you had leveled with me and asked me to do it, I would’ve. But you shouldn’t’ve done it this way. You shouldn’t’ve treated me like I was stupid. There’s a difference between being stupid and not giving a damn.”
He was wobbling on his feet like a fighter in the tenth round who had taken too many shots to the head. He turned from me, and then staggered back. He pulled a locker key from his pocket and handed it to me. “At the airport, Nicky. Please, forgive me,” he half-said, half-sobbed. He held out his arms as if he expected a hug. I pushed the gun into his chest. “We don’t have time for this,” I said. “Get moving.”
He nodded, and turned towards the building. He moved as if he were an automaton, as if his legs were disconnected from the rest of his body. As if he were a corpse. He reached the door, stepped through it, and closed it behind him. The explosion came seconds later. The windows shattered, flames seared through them. There couldn’t’ve been much of Brendan left.
Lisa gave me a funny look, half appraising, half scared. “You’re not as dumb as you act, are you? What other tricks do you have?” I showed her a bare-fanged smile. “Get in the car,” I ordered. I pulled Big Mike from the back seat and left him in the street. It was going to be a while before he woke up. I had enough time to do what I had to before he talked. As we drove to the airport, neither of us said a word. I found the locker that matched the key. There were two briefcases inside. I opened them. You wouldn’t think five million dollars would’ve been able to fit in them, but it did. I took a large chunk out of one of them and counted half a million dollars. I closed the locker. I put the key back in my pocket.
Lisa grabbed my arm. “Let’s take the money, Nicky. We’ll get on a plane and go somewhere where they’ll never find us. We can do it right now.”
I laughed. “Yeah, just the three of us. Just you, me and five million dollars. When were you planning on cutting my throat, the first night I’m asleep?”
She took a step away from me, her face hardening. “That’s right, the first chance I get I’m going to cut your throat. And while I’m at it, I’m going to cut out your dirty, stinking heart. You dirty bastard, you dirty…” And she started sobbing. I grabbed her wrist and jerked, almost pulling her off the ground. All the way to the car it was like that, me dragging her as if she were a rag doll. Inside the car she started laughing, a weird hysterical laugh, kind of like nails on a blackboard, except much worse.
“You’re dumber than I ever gave you credit for,” she swore at me. “You’re a bright light, alright. A big twenty watt bulb.”
It went on and on like that, but I ignored her. I could understand how she was feeling. I drove to Brendan’s house. Marge and the kids were out, and I was thankful for it. I left the half million in one of her dresser drawers. Brendan probably had life insurance, but I had to make sure Marge and the kids would be taken care of. I left a note and signed Brendan’s name. I found the suitcases hidden in Brendan’s workroom. I brought them back out to the car. Lisa was sitting there with hate in her eyes. I put the suitcases in the trunk and got back behind the wheel. “You and Brendan were planning on taking a trip?”
“You were able to figure that out all on your own? You better give it a rest before something inside pops.”
She stopped talking. She looked so white, so pale, as if all the blood had drained from her body. After a while she asked where I was going.
“We’re going to your place.” I could feel her body cringe. “You got bags to pick up, don’t you?”
“We don’t have to, Nicky.” She waited for me to say something, but I didn’t. “Please, Nicky. Let’s go back to the airport?” There was a pleading in her voice. I didn’t want to look at her. I knew I’d change my mind if I did.
“Who says,” I sneered, my throat beginning to tighten. “That I want to go anyplace with you? Maybe I only want to get you alone. Maybe I want to take my knife and carve you up a little. I had practice with that in Nam, and maybe I miss it.”
“If that’s what you want, go right ahead. You got all the answers, don’t you?” She hesitated. Then in a soft voice. “So I’m just a dirty whore? Nothing but a dirty, lousy, heartless…” and she let it die in her throat.
We drove in silence the rest of the way. A cold, harsh silence. It was something like death. I knew what was waiting for us at her apartment. Brendan should’ve known too, but I guess he just didn’t look hard enough. I guess he was too busy being a wise guy.
He should’ve known the whole thing was too easy, almost like Dreason opened the safe and handed the money right to him. It should’ve sounded funny to him. And Lisa. He should’ve known she wouldn’t want anything to do with someone like him. He should’ve known Dreason would be waiting for the two of them to go back to Lisa’s apartment. Waiting for them to pick up her bags.
Dreason was only a cog in the drug industry. Someone to hold the money and watch it pass from big shot to big shot. But he saw his chance to walk away with five million dollars.
Brendan would walk through Lisa’s door and get his face blown off. I guess Dreason’s wallet would be planted on Brendan’s body, and he and Lisa would walk away free and clear. He’d have enough connections to make sure Brendan’s body would be identified as his. No reason for the mob to ever look for him, not if they thought the five million dollars was blown up and Dreason shot dead. And … and a thought startled me. Maybe Lisa never had any choice. Maybe she had to do what she did. She wanted us to go away together, but she must’ve known that Dreason would know she double-crossed him. She must’ve known he’d never give up looking for her. She’d always have to …
We got to the building. Doubt was working its way into my stomach. I tried looking into her face. It was hard, as if it were chiseled out of marble.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked, her voice defiant, challenging.
“Nothing.” I grabbed her and pulled her out of the car. She jerked herself free and walked in front of me, leading the way to her door.
She stared straight through me. “Okay, bright boy. You want the key?” And she held it out in front of me. I reached for it and she pulled it back. Then, she told me everything. She told me about Dreason waiting behind the door, how Dreason promised to kill her if she didn’t do what he wanted, how sick inside she’s been feeling. As the words rushed out of her, I realized she wouldn’t’ve let me walk into the warehouse. She would’ve stopped me.
She gave me an uneasy smile. “Please, Nick,” she almost begged. “Don’t go in there.” Her face was struggling to keep its composure, to hold back a flood of tears. Trying desperately to stay tough, but it wasn’t working.
“We can’t leave like this.” I smiled at her. “He’ll always be after us. It has to be taken care of now. Don’t worry, it will be alright.”
I took out the locker key and folded it in her hand. I still had Big Mike’s gun. It was a magnum forty-four. Holding it made me feel like I was back in the jungle. I could feel my smile stretching, freezing into the same mask I used to wear over there.
She tried to reach for me, but her arms fell slack to her side. I took a deep breath and kicked the door open, rolling forwards as the door broke apart. I ended up on my knees with the magnum stretched out in front of me. Dreason was standing there, a shocked expression on his face. I waited just long enough to let him get a shot off before I pulled the trigger. The last thing I saw before the darkness was a piece of his brain splatter across the living room wall. The last thing I heard was Lisa screaming, and then her footsteps running towards me.
I read somewhere that the brain can keep functioning minutes after the heart has stopped. Dreason’s bullet had cut my heart in half, so I guess that’s true. It’s funny though, my thinking now is crisp and clear, not scattered with random images and impulses like I would’ve thought. It had to be this way. Lisa needed some sort of chance. She didn’t need to be saddled with a dead man, and that’s all I’ve ever been since Nam. That’s all I’d ever be, and now it’s just complete. The body has caught up with the soul.
I know Lisa is no angel. I know she was going to double-cross my brother. But he would’ve deserved it, so I can’t blame her much for that.
No, she’s no angel, but she deserves a chance. She did what she could to let me walk free. She tried her best. With the four and a half million that’s left she can start over. It’s all up to her now.
There is nothing left of me but a few thoughts. And these probably won’t last more than a minute. Even though I can’t feel anything, I know Lisa is holding me. I know her tears are warming my face. Just for a minute it would’ve been nice to feel something.
Money Run
This is my first story to appear in Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine. Money Run is a fun, light con man story and gives a slight tip of the cap to Jim Thompson’s great Mitch Allison stories. It also pulls off not a double— or triple cross, but a quadruple cross
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