by Mike Faricy
“Freddy, Freddy, Freddy, you just don’t seem to learn,” I said then stepped over him, opened the door and walked outside. Freddy remained where he was, sprawled across the steps coughing and groaning. For my part, I couldn’t see any benefit in hanging around, so I quickly made it to my car and fled Nasty’s.
Chapter Twelve
“Yeah, I didn’t think you’d get anything out of Van Dorn,” Louie said then twirled his index finger at Jimmy to signal another round. We’d been in The Spot for a couple of hours.
“What a sleaze ball.”
“Told ya,” Louie said.
“Did you know the entrance to his office is next to a couple of dumpsters behind Nasty’s?”
“No, I didn’t, but it’s not all that surprising, in fact it’s almost poetic now that I think about it.”
“I put a call into Casey about her abstract hopefully she can get hold of the thing.”
“Yeah, like I said it would be interesting to look through it. You get the name of the seller it’s probably nothing, but it just might be a good idea to pass that information on to the police,” Louie said making it sound like a pretty strong suggestion.
“Yeah, I know, I know,” I groaned.
“You worried about this Freddy character? It doesn’t really sound like you’ve gotten the relationship off on the best foot.”
“There is no relationship, Louie. I want that idiot and anyone else who may be associated with him to just stay the hell away from Casey and from me.”
“I get that, but just be careful so you’re not inviting more involvement on their part.”
Some guy walked in the front door and I glanced outside, it wasn’t quite dusk, but it would be dark in less than an hour. “I better get a move on, I want to be at Casey’s before it gets too late and have some lights turned on. You want to stop over for some week old chicken wings and beer?”
Louie seemed to ponder my offer for a brief moment then shook his head. “No, it would probably be the better idea to just head home.”
“Of course it would, but since when have you ever done that?”
“True, but I’ll still take a rain check.”
“Suit yourself, man. See you tomorrow.”
Louie nodded then signaled Jimmy for another drink. I went out to my car and headed toward Casey’s. There was a pair of headlights behind me as I drove down Victoria toward the entrance ramp, nothing unusual, I just made a mental note. They followed me onto the interstate which was still okay. I took the next exit, Grand Avenue and they followed. That was a little unusual, but it’s happened before. When I took a left up Ramsey then turned left a block later onto Grand instead of going up Ramsey Hill, it started to feel a little weird. I was on a city street and the headlights were hanging back, but I was pretty sure they were following me.
By now it was too dark to see what type of vehicle it was. My money was on a ‘sinister looking’ black Camaro with a crease in the driver’s side door where I’d jumped against it to bounce the thing off Fat Freddy the other night.
I took another right, drove a block and hooked right again. It had to be Freddy, who else would do such a horseshit job of tailing someone? I drove the rest of the way to Casey’s house with one eye on the rearview mirror. When I turned onto Holly Avenue the headlights behind me kept going straight down Arundel. It looked like a black Camaro in my rearview mirror, but I couldn’t be positive. Maybe Freddy just wanted to see where I was going and then head home. Maybe, but I doubted it.
He was going to do something stupid, I just knew it. I parked across the street from Casey’s, went in the house and turned on a number of lights then ducked out the back door and waited next to a hedge along the side fence. From where I stood I could see the back door and the front yard.
I didn’t have to wait long, Freddy came hobbling down the street about fifteen minutes later. The gauze bandage on his ear was like a headlight in the night. He cut through the next door neighbor’s yard and headed toward the back of the house. I moved toward the back and stepped in close to a large lilac bush. Freddy rattled the side gate then slipped into the back yard. I watched as he peered into a back window then tried to sneak along the side of the house passing no more than ten feet from me. He cautiously crept up the couple of steps to the deck then glanced around. He didn’t seem to be carrying anything, at least not in his hands, so I figured he wasn’t going to do something stupid like toss a bomb through the window. Still, it was a safe bet he was armed.
I let him take a few of steps across the deck before I called out. “That’s far enough, Freddy. Stretch your arms out where I can see them and don’t move. You do anything stupid and I’ll shoot you.”
He stood still and spread his arms out wide. He hung his head like he couldn’t believe he’d already failed at this undertaking, too. I came up on the deck behind him, pushed the barrel of the .38 into the back of his head just so he’d get the message then patted him down.
When I pulled a pistol out of his waistband he let out a frustrated sigh, sounding amazed I’d found it in the most logical place.
“Freddy, just what the hell is it with you? Honest to God, haven’t you had enough? This just doesn’t seem to be working for you.”
“I told you before, I’m doing this for Bulldog.”
“Doing what? So far you’ve been beat up, thrown down a set of stairs. Your nose has been broken, you’re limping and you got that ear thing going for you. How’s it been working up to now?”
“Well, not so good to tell you the truth, you didn’t have to be so rough the other night at Ozzie’s and you could have really hurt me on those steps this afternoon, God, I’m all black and blue and…”
“Freddy, you ever think of taking up a different line of work?”
“You kidding? I’m a criminal and I’m pretty good at it. It’s kind of like we’re in the same business, you know?”
“Not really.”
“Hey, Haskell can I put my arms down, I’m getting kind of tired standing like this and my back is killing me from those damn steps this afternoon.”
“Yeah, sure, Freddy, look, you want a beer? Let’s talk and see if we can’t help each other out.”
Chapter Thirteen
We were sitting at the kitchen counter halfway through our second round of beers. Once I took the clip out of Freddy’s pistol and checked the chamber for a round, I gave it back to him.
“Yeah, thanks it’s the only one I got left,” he said then glanced at me like that was somehow my fault.
“So what were you doing at Jackie Van Dorn’s today? Are you working for him or bouncing at Nasty’s?”
“I guess Bulldog thought it would be kinda funny to have me be a bouncer at Nasty’s. To tell you the truth, it gets pretty boring. Everyone thinks it sounds really cool, but it isn’t. Most of the girls there are okay, but they aren’t really interested in me. The other bouncers, I think Bulldog told them to give me a hard time, he’s kind of a prick to tell you the truth.”
“No surprise there.”
“Anyway, it doesn’t really start to get busy until a little after five so I’m the only guy bouncing there in the afternoon. Bulldog called my cell this afternoon and yelled at me to get my ass upstairs to Van Dorn’s office. I guess Jackie was the one who called Bulldog and told him you were there.”
“Van Dorn called Bulldog?”
“Yeah, least that’s what I was told. But he must have, ‘cause Bulldog was out making collections at the time so he wasn’t even there.”
“Collections?”
“Yeah, it’s a pretty neat deal. A bunch of places pay Bulldog to kind of watch their business, you know so they don’t get robbed and stuff.”
“A protection racket?”
“I don’t know about that,” Freddy said looking completely oblivious. “He just makes sure no one hassles them, you know.”
“And what happens if they don’t pay?”
“I don’t know, I don’t think that ever happens.”<
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“How’d you like to make a hundred bucks, Freddy?”
“Maybe. What do I gotta do?” he sounded very cautious.
“I’d just like to have you take me around, see what the businesses are. You know get some ideas for myself.”
“See what the businesses are? They ain’t fancy, they’re just little joints.”
“I’d still like to see them, and its a hundred bucks.”
“Would we have to go inside?”
“No, just drive by, in fact if you want we could take my car. It blends in, no one would know you’re even there.”
“I don’t think Bulldog would be too happy about that if he found out.”
“So don’t tell him. Hundred bucks, Freddy just driving around for maybe an hour tops. It’s not like I’m gonna go in and talk to the people and I’m certainly not gonna tell Bulldog. I could pick you up, or better yet, we could just meet somewhere, early tomorrow morning. Get it done before anyone is even out of bed.”
“I ‘spose.”
“How about this, you know where my office is, right?”
Freddy nodded.
“You park on the next street over. Anyone sees your car you can just say you were watching me. I’ll drive you around, you can point out the places. All we’ll do is just drive past.”
“Think maybe I should wear a disguise?” Freddy asked sort of warming to my offer.
“If you want to do that, think it would help, sure, go ahead.”
He nodded and suddenly looked excited.
We finished our beers and Freddy left by the back door. He went back out the side gate, limped through the neighbor’s yard and then up the block. I tossed the clip from his pistol into a kitchen drawer.
Chapter Fourteen
I was parked on the side street next to my office reading the paper in my car while I waited for Freddy. He was already twenty minutes late and I was beginning to worry he had blown off our get together and wouldn’t show.
I spotted him in my rear view mirror, limping down the street toward my car. The gauze over his ear was covered up by what looked like a five dollar black wig hanging down to his shoulders. I set the newspaper down to cover the .38 resting on my lap then watched him approach. Despite our little conversation and sharing a couple of beers last night, I didn’t trust the guy any further than I could throw him.
He knocked on the passenger window then opened the door and climbed in. “What do you think?” he asked then raised his eyes toward the top of his head to indicate the cheap wig. It looked like it was nylon or rayon or something, you could see an elastic band running across his forehead and there were a number of wispy strands statically clinging to his face. He exhaled sharply up toward his forehead in an effort to move the strands, but it only served to make more of them attach to his face.
“I think it’s perfect, and it covers your ear, good thinking.”
He smiled at that.
“You carrying, Freddy?” I asked.
“Well, yeah sort of.”
“Sort of?” I said.
“I got my pistol, but you took the clip last night and I don’t have another, so it ain’t really loaded.”
“Here’s that hundred bucks, maybe go and get yourself a new clip.” I said and handed him five crisp twenties.
“Actually, I was thinking of getting two and they’re like sixty bucks apiece,” he said then nodded and looked hopeful.
I ignored his price quote and said, “Let’s get a move on, where’s the first place?”
It turned out they were all over on the East side of town, a total of sixteen different commercial businesses, just little storefront, mom and pop type of operations. There were three places that did nails, a grungy coffee shop, a diner sort of joint, two convenience stores and a little hardware store. On and on it went, most of the businesses had bilingual signs posted in the front window, some in Spanish, some Asian, and one or two looked to be African.
The pattern was developing, people maybe not all that familiar with laws and rights we take for granted. Coming from societies where this sort of intimidation may have been the norm.
As he pointed out the various locations Freddy would make an off-handed comment regarding the payments. “That’s a hundred bucks, one-fifty there, those folks pony up close to two hundred a week.”
Over all, doing a rough calculation I figured the little protection racket brought in close to three grand a week, round it up to a hundred-and-fifty-grand a year paid out just to keep Bulldog from wrecking the place. And that was just the places Fat Freddy knew about. It wasn’t that big of a leap of faith to think a jerk like Bulldog would start out every day strong-arming people.
“And this all goes to Tubby?”
“Tubby? I don’t know anything about that. I’ve just been with Bulldog. ‘Course these are just the places I’ve been to, I’m sure they got more, maybe lots more,” he said that like it was a given, after all everyone did it, didn’t they?
“So back up a minute, Freddy. Bulldog never mentioned Tubby?”
“Hunh?”
“I asked you if all that money went to Tubby and you said you didn’t know.”
“I guess I never thought about it like that. Bulldog kinda pockets some cash, maybe, sometimes, then puts the rest in this black leather case he carries.” Freddy looked out the passenger window and sort of squirmed
“He takes some cash?”
“Well, maybe he skims a little off the top, I guess, kind of.”
“Think Tubby knows?”
“I don’t think so and no one is dumb enough to tell him.”
“Why not?”
“You kidding? First of all he wouldn’t believe it and even if he did, he would probably go right to Bulldog and ask him. Of course, Bulldog would say no and then he’d be wise someone told on him and then that guy would be dead.”
It sounded like a pretty black and white operating structure; ‘Tell the boss and I’ll kill you,’ simple as that.
“What if Tubby did believe, what if you had proof?”
“Proof? Like what? A video or something? That wouldn’t cut it and anyway by the time Tubby was convinced, well, Bulldog would have already killed you so it still wouldn’t work. It just seems to be best if I shut up. The last thing I need is that big prick Bulldog riding my ass more than he already is.”
“He’s pretty tough on you?”
“Let’s just say he doesn’t make it very easy and leave it at that.”
I wasn’t sure what, but I could sense the germ of an idea just beginning to percolate.
Chapter Fifteen
It was the fourth night I’d been sleeping at Casey’s, and great as it was, I was beginning to get tired of my own company. I called Maureen to see if she’d like to come over and eat what was left of Dermot’s funeral food.
“Hello,” she always sort of drew that word out in a sexy sort of way, saying ‘Hell-lo’ like she was singing. It sounded happy, positive, up beat, and indicative of good things to come.
“Hi, Maureen, Dev Haskell.”
“I told you, I don’t want you calling me.”
“What?”
“You heard me. What part of ‘don’t ever call me again’ don’t you understand?”
“I thought you were kidding. I mean come on, it wasn’t that big a deal, was it, really?”
“Yeah, Dev, it was to me. Not showing up for my Mother’s birthday, telling me you had to work out of town.”
“I was out of town.”
“Yeah, that’s right, you were, shacked up with some floozy if I recall.”
“That might be a little harsh, I…”
“Hey, Dev, listen to this,” she said and hung up.
I called Karen and left a message. She sent a text message back that said she was blocking my number. I was losing interest fast so I phoned Heidi.
“Hi, Heidi.”
“Stop right there, if you are calling with a problem, need a ride or bail money, Do. Not. Even. Ask. Becaus
e I’m going to hang up.”
“Gee, nice way to start out. Are we having a bad day?”
“No, at least not up to this point. I’m just telling you, Dev, so don’t go there.”
“All right, apparently that’s what I get for wanting to ask you out. I guess I’ll just entertain myself if that’s the way you’re going to be.”
“You don’t want anything?”
“Maybe just a kiss and a hug, I sort of thought being in your company might be a nice way to spend the evening. God, sorry, my mistake.”
“Okay, okay, it’s just, well you know the last couple of times we’ve been together you always had an ulterior motive.”
“You can’t blame me for being attracted, Heidi. God, sorry I happen to think you’re beautiful and sexy.”
“Thanks, that’s sweet, but that’s not what I’m talking about. There was the bail I had to post last winter. The ride I had to give you when your car broke down.”
“That wasn’t my fault, those guys set my car on fire.”
“Yeah, and then I had to drive ninety miles to go get you and bring you back. Then the time you left me in the car when you got arrested and I ended up having to call a friend.”
“Because you took a selfie with the cop looking in the car window then laughed about it. He got really pissed off and I’m the guy who got hauled in.”
“Yeah and left me there in the middle of the night with no way to get home.”
“So are we going to go through every little mistake I’ve made or would you like to go out? I’ve got something you might like.”
“I’m not doing tequila shots again.”
“Not that, look remember my friends Dermot and Casey?”
“The guy who was murdered?”
“Yeah, I’m staying in their home, I just thought you might like to see it, you’re sort of into all that decorating stuff and it’s an 1890’s Victorian place. A lot of fancy woodwork, stained glass, antiques and that kind of junk. I figured you might find it interesting. They’ve got all sorts of shit.”