Red Diamond looked pale. "How ya feeling, baby?"
"Fine," Ronnie said. He backed up. Red came in. Ronnie shut and locked the door.
Red rubbed his hands nervously and looked around. "Where's your old lady? I been wanting to meet her."
"She went out to down some paper," Ronnie said. "Have a seat."
"Do you have any questions?" Red sat down but got right up again. "We should get going."
"Yeah. How does this guy know my name?" Ronnie pulled on pants and shirt. "You and me were the only ones who-"
Red had turned on the radio. Rock-and-roll drowned out Ronnie's words.
Carr turned his ear toward the vent, but it didn't help.
Ronnie walked into the bathroom. Red paced and bit his nails. Ronnie came out a few minutes later, shaved and combed. He sat down on the bed and put on his shoes while Red kept talking to him. He nodded his head over and over again.
Carr looked at his watch. It was 6:00 P.M.
Ronnie got off the bed, collected his wallet and change from the dresser, and put them in his pocket.
Red flipped off the radio.
"Where are we going?" Ronnie asked.
"He's in room twelve nineteen at the Plaza penthouse. I called the hotel just a few minutes ago. I've been there before. There's a fire exit at either end of the hallway. When it's over, we can go down the steps to the next floor and get the elevator there. We'll have our car in the big parking lot outside. We can hop back on the freeway before the cops have a chance to get there."
Ronnie picked up a bottle of after-shave from the dresser, poured, and slapped it to his face with both hands. "How much money do you think he'll have in the room?" He capped the bottle again.
"Probably a real load," Red said. "But no matter what, Dio must be snuffed. Him and his fucking gunsel. It's them or us. They may know what you look like, so get your piece out as soon as we go in the door. Get the drop on 'em, and we'll search the place. Once we find his poke, dump both of 'em right then, wipe the shotgun, drop it, and we get the fuck out." Red fumbled in his shirt pocket for a Pall Mall and hung it on a sticky lower lip.
"I still can't figure out how they knew it was me last week," Ronnie said.
"Don't matter. They did." The Pall Mail jiggled as Red talked. He looked at his watch, lit the cigarette, and coughed a few times. "We gotta get going."
Ronnie shrugged into a jacket, and they walked out the door.
Carr said, "Pick me up," into the Handie-Talkie.
Diamond and Boyce drove onto Lincoln Boulevard as Kelly pulled in the back entrance of the motel parking lot. Carr ran outside and jumped in.
"Don't lose 'em now, Jack."
"Any ideas where they're going?" Kelly said. He stepped on the gas.
"My guess is the downtown bus depot to pick up the sawed-off."
"Jesus!" Kelly kept his eyes on the road. "Could you hear them talking in there? What'd they say?"
Carr didn't answer.
The traffic was stop and go all the way downtown. Diamond pulled up in front of the bus depot and parked. Boyce got out and went in the main entrance. He blended in with a crowd of old people, sailors, and Mexican illegals.
Carr followed him through the waiting area, then lost sight of him when a group of children rushed by. He was gone.
Carr grabbed a bus driver by the arm and asked where the rental lockers were. He rushed up to the banks of lockers and almost bumped into Boyce removing a heavy black attaché case from a locker. The young man looked around nervously. Putting the case under his arm, he strode carefully, slowly back toward the main entrance.
Carr rushed out of the depot and got back in the front seat with Kelly.
"He picked up his piece," Carr said.
Kelly's eyes were big. He reached for the microphone.
Carr grabbed his hand. "No," he said.
"But shouldn't we tell …?"
Carr shook his head. He stared at Diamond's vehicle, parked up the block. Boyce sauntered out of the depot, the case still under his arm, and got in Diamond's car.
Kelly spoke harshly. "I say let's take him right now. He's in possession."
Carr kept his eyes on the other vehicle. Diamond started up and pulled slowly around the corner. Kelly followed.
"I think we should wait," Carr said. "Nothing to lose by waiting a little while."
"Fuck waiting," Kelly said. "Let's run 'em off the road. Right now. If he so much as looks at his attaché case, I'll waste both of them."
"It's not time yet." Carr had his eyes on Diamond's Chevy. Back onto the freeway. Kelly's Irish face was red now, as red as Carr had ever seen it. Kelly kept glancing at Carr as he changed lanes to keep up with Diamond. The red Chevy cruised smoothly in and out of traffic and got off at National Boulevard.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Kelly said. "I hope you're ready to take the responsibility if this freak stops right now, sticks up a liquor store, and kills the owner. You're acting strange. What's wrong? Maybe you've lost your nerve, but I haven't. We've fooled with these animals long enough. I want to stop 'em and finish the thing here and now."
Carr continued to look at the road.
Diamond's Chevy took a right turn into a hotel parking lot. Carr picked up the binoculars. Boyce did something with the case on the front seat of the car. He threw some crumpled pink paper out of the passenger window.
"You follow them in," Carr said. "I'll meet you in the lobby." He flung open the car door and, being careful to stay out of sight of Boyce and Diamond, ran across the crowded parking lot and into the plush, modern hotel lobby. He found a telephone, picked up the receiver, and dialed.
Ronnie ripped off the last bit of pink wrapping paper. His hands felt sweaty. He pulled the beaver tail back, noted that a twelve-gauge round was chambered and ready to fire. He flicked off the safety. He laid the weapon back in the case and closed the lid gently, clicking only one latch.
"Got any ear plugs?"
"What?"
"Ear plugs. My ears rang for two days when I did that guy in the hotel room. This sawed-off is a loud mutha-fuckin' piece." He was making a joke.
Red forced a laugh. He slapped the young man's thigh. "Ear plugs, ear plugs." He chuckled nervously. "That'd be a real friggin' tip-off, wouldn't it? To walk in wearing a set of ear plugs." His stomach made a powerful growl. He rubbed his navel.
Ronnie stared blankly at the hotel. "I once robbed a bank on the same day I was released from Chino. I took the bus from the pen and got off in San Gabriel. I picked up a piece a guy was holding for me, and stuck up the first bank I saw, then caught another bus. My parole was revoked two months later for some minor shit, but they never made me on that bank job. Never. It was as if it was free. You know, like you do five and get one free. I had a real good feeling for that job, just like I do today. I just knew things were right."
"It's confidence, baby. It's because you've got a whole bucket of balls. That's why you and your old Red buddy are going to move up the ladder. Because of mental speed and balls. There is nothing, I mean nothing we can't do. We've got what it takes. The ingredients are there." Red looked at his watch. "It's ten minutes to seven. Any questions, baby?" He cleared his throat.
Ronnie shook his head no. He followed Red into the hotel lobby.
At a bank of elevators, Red pushed an Up button and put his arm around Ronnie. In a fatherly manner he whispered, "You've got to get the drop on 'em as soon as we're inside. That's the important thing. As soon as we clear the door. I know you can do it, babe."
Ronnie smiled. The elevator door opened. They stepped in. So did a bellhop with a tray, and two men in sports coats. One man looked seedy. Had they met him in Terminal Island?
Inside the elevator Red pushed the button for the twelfth floor. The elevator rose smoothly, stopping twice to let off the others.
At the twelfth floor, they got out of the elevator and walked along the hallway to the door of room twelve nineteen. It was open an inch. Red knocked lightly.
"Red, is that you?" The voice was from another room in the suite. "Come on in! I'm just getting dressed!"
Red pushed the door open slowly. He nodded to Ronnie. Ronnie stepped in first, his feet sinking into the thickest carpet he had ever felt.
"Now!" whispered Red. "Get it out!"
Ronnie unlatched the case. The shotgun was in his hands. He crept through the living room, Red following close behind. They were at the bedroom door when Tony shouted matter-of-factly, "Come on in here, Red."
Ronnie's fists gripped the shotgun firmly. His finger caressed the trigger.
Red leaned against the doorjamb and turned the doorknob. The door flew open violently.
Explosions of steel fire crashed through Ronnie Boyce's teeth and chest. He was on the floor, sinking into the carpet. Bullets were deep in his chest and head.
More explosions. Red gave a woman's scream.
Blood surged into Ronnie Boyce's mouth and lungs. He felt nausea, then dizziness. His tongue was keeping air from his lungs. He tried to move his head to the side but it didn't work. Ruined. More ripping explosions. There was only blackness.
TWENTY-FOUR
Carr, with Kelly two feet behind him, burst from the stairwell door holding his revolver in combat stance. Approaching the room door, he saw a bullet hole.
"Let's kick it," Kelly said.
"Take cover! They'll be bailing out!"
They hugged the walls on either side of room twelve nineteen.
Down the hallway a woman's voice shrieked, "Operator! People are shooting guns! Send the police!"
The two men who stumbled out of the room were not Boyce and Diamond. They ran toward the elevators. Carr and Kelly cut them off. "Federal officers, lads," Kelly said. "Down on the floor and spread."
After handcuffing both men and securing them in a room a maid had been working in, Carr went back to the room where the shots had been fired. He pushed open the door carefully with his revolver. Red Diamond lay next to the sofa, face down, feet twitching. Boyce was sprawled on his back in front of the bedroom door, the shotgun next to him. Carr bent down. His hand moved to Boyce's throat to test for a pulse.
He pulled the hand back before touching, stood up, walked to the phone, and dialed. "Let me have Central Homicide."
A half hour later Detective Higgins arrived. He looked at the bodies and went into the room where Kelly and a uniformed policeman held Tony Dio and his stocky bodyguard. Carr followed.
"I'll tell you exactly what happened," Dio said to Higgins as he sat on the bed. "Two bastards come up to my room to snuff out me and my friend here and we defended ourselves. I got a right to have a gun. It's registered. I was in my own hotel room. They came to do me in. To waste me." His hands were shaking.
"What happened?" Higgins said to Dio.
Carr leaned against the wall with Kelly.
"We were sitting in my room having a drink and I get a phone call. I didn't know who it was. Man's voice. He says, 'This is a friend. Red Diamond and another guy are coming up to your room to rip you off. The guy with Red has a sawed-off in an attaché case.' Then he hangs up."
Kelly's jaw dropped. He turned toward Carr.
Higgins made notes on his clipboard. "So what did you do then?" he said.
"Me and my friend here go in the bedroom and wait. My friend's got a piece because I carry large amounts of cash now and then." He looked at the bodyguard. "L.A. is a high-crime area, right? I peek out the bedroom door and I see these two guys come in the front door. One guy is carrying a sawed-off piece. So my friend here opens the bedroom door and lets loose. I mean, what would you do? It was simple self-defense."
"That's what it sounds like," Higgins said. "I'll have to ask you to come down to the station to make a written report, but by the physical evidence, it looks like self-defense. The dead guys did have a shotgun. No charges will be filed."
Higgins stepped out into the hallway. Carr and Kelly followed.
"We had Diamond and Boyce under surveillance," Carr said. "That's how we happen to be here."
"That's all I need for my report," said the detective. He walked across the hall into the room with the bodies.
It was four hours before the case was wrapped up.
Delgado arrived and chewed Rolaids while Carr explained what had happened. Per standard operating procedure, Carr and Kelly wrote statements, which would serve as their report of investigation. The statements were concise and almost identical. "Occurrence during a Routine Surveillance" was the title block. Delgado headed back for the field office to send a teletype to Washington, D.C.
They checked the serial numbers of the money in Ronnie Boyce's wallet and found that the numbers on his six tens and two fives matched Rico's marked money.
Higgins unloaded the sawed-off shotgun and put it in a plastic evidence bag.
The bodies were removed to the L.A. county morgue.
After all the details were completed, Kelly suggested Ling's. Carr accepted.
The drive to Chinatown was pleasant. Little or no traffic, and the heat wave seemed to have given way to cooling, smogless sea air.
"The wife and I are thinking of having a little get-together at my place for you before you go," Kelly said. "You know, steaks and beer. I figured I'd ask five or six couples. Ling and his wife said they'd like to come. Couple of the narcs."
"That'll be real nice," Carr said. "I'll bring Sally, if she still wants to see me."
Kelly stopped for a red light at Hill and Alpine and looked both ways. He drove through before the light changed. Down the street he pulled into a curb parking space two doors from Ling's.
"Charlie," Kelly said.
"Yes?"
"How did you know that Boyce was…" He turned off the engine. "Oh, never mind."
They got out of the car.
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