The Weight Part 15

"No." I said it the same way you'd say a weather report. I didn't want her to think I didn't didn't want to meet him, but I didn't want to talk to him, either. want to meet him, but I didn't want to talk to him, either.

"It's not the same for men," she said. "They can get fat and bald and...anything they want. It doesn't matter. That's if they've got money, I mean."

"I guess that's so."

"But I don't want to be unfair. Charley treats me like a princess. Anything I want. So, I was thinking, maybe he makes those cracks-you know, like I said before-maybe he's just trying to make sure I'm like you said. Healthy, right?"

"That's what I said, sure."

"But it would be a great present for him, too, don't you think?"

"That kind of thing never works," I said. Not a chance in the world I was going to let myself be played into training her husband-I'd end up having to move.

"But you just said-"

"Sure. But when you give someone a gift certificate for training, most times they kind of resent it. And even if they do show up, they're not really motivated. Once they see how hard it's going to be to really reshape themselves, they don't stay with it, anyway. So you'd just be wasting your money."

"Not for Charley, silly! I mean, yes, it'd be for Charley, but the present wouldn't be some gift certificate; it would be me."

Stepped right into that one, you f.u.c.king mope, I was thinking, but I didn't say anything, just tried to look surprised.

"You know what my measurements were when I first went to work for Charley? I was a C-cup thirty-seven, twenty-four, thirty-eight.... I guess I was always a little hippy. I weighed a hundred and nineteen pounds. That wasn't so long ago-our tenth anniversary is next year. You know how much I weigh now?"

"I couldn't even guess."

"You don't want want to know, trust me. Don't you think it would be a wonderful surprise if I could squeeze myself into one of the outfits I wore back then? I'd probably give Charley a heart attack, I did that." to know, trust me. Don't you think it would be a wonderful surprise if I could squeeze myself into one of the outfits I wore back then? I'd probably give Charley a heart attack, I did that."

"You couldn't do that."

"What?! Why would you say such an awful-?"

"No, no. I don't mean you couldn't train to whatever shape you wanted. I just meant, something like that, it's gradual. So it wouldn't be a surprise, see?"

"Oh."

"It's not like you could wake up one morning and be all changed. That's the hardest thing for people to swallow, patience. They want to work out for a month and turn into something different."

"Well...it kind of depends on the person, doesn't it? I mean, I'm not exactly an elephant, right?"

"Of course not. But if you want to do it correctly, it always always takes time to-" takes time to-"

"Fair enough. But that's not what I'm saying. I'm saying, it depends on how much you get noticed noticed, right? For it to be a surprise, I mean."

"Like if someone hadn't seen you in a couple of years?"

"Or if someone hadn't looked looked at you in a couple of years." at you in a couple of years."

"I...guess that's right."

She stood up. "I didn't mean to take up so much of your time. If you ever need-"

"No problem," I said. That's what people say when they want to get rid of you.

She walked over to the staircase. It was only a couple of seconds, but I could see she didn't walk like a woman who thinks she's too fat.

There were a few places I could walk in and some people there would know me. Buy me a drink, slap me on the back, tell me the last stretch must have been sweet, since I was looking so good.

Places I knew I couldn't go near. Maybe Solly thought I was already down in Florida. He gave me a list of all these people who Albie might talk to, but I knew that was a shuck-no way Solly hadn't already talked to those guys himself.

So, I could go down there, play a hunch that Jessop was a local.

But what I couldn't do was lie to Solly. If he ran across me still here, I could always tell him the truth about me hiring the PI through that lawyer. But it would be better if it didn't come to that.

The story Solly told me, on the surface it made sense. If he wanted Jessop canceled, he would have called Big Matt, like he said. I worked with Big Matt twice before. He was an angry guy. I don't mean he had a temper or anything like that. But he was so angry, you could feel it standing next to him. He walked around like that. I guess maybe he wasn't angry anymore, not with all Solly told me. But if Big Matt thought anyone might knock his new train off the rails, he'd kill them. Not a doubt in my mind.

I didn't know any way to reach him. I never did; that isn't the way it works. Guys like Solly, they're all over the country. They're the ones with the numbers. And even those numbers, they're just message drops.

So I was thinking two things: Big Matt had closed down his contact number. He was out of the business, what did he need it for? I was also thinking about that responsibility thing Solly went on and on about. If Jessop could give up Big Matt, why couldn't I? The way Solly put it, I had that statute-of-limitations thing going for me, so Big Matt wouldn't worry about me. Just Jessop.

I had to concentrate. That's a lot harder than pushing weight. When I concentrate, really, really hard, I can feel my brain-it burns just like muscles do when you work them to their limit.

But I did it. Some guys, they say it helps to write stuff down. Draw lines, make things connect. I could never do that-it always made me think of other things, instead of what I was trying to figure out.

If I'm Big Matt, I know there's a bunch of people who can put me in on that jewelry job. And not just Jessop. That statute-of-limitations thing, it was just...a misdirection. The kind of trick you pull on purpose. Like training yourself to drop your left shoulder and throw the right hand over at the same time. A guy sees your left shoulder drop, he thinks the hook is coming from that side. All you have to do is distract him for a little piece of a second.

The way Solly told it, if Jessop got caught, he was dead meat, because he couldn't use the statute-of-limitations thing. Okay, so that meant Big Matt wasn't safe, either. But Big Matt's not going to work anymore, so there's no chance he'll he'll get dropped pulling a job. Jessop, why would he retire? Me, why would I? get dropped pulling a job. Jessop, why would he retire? Me, why would I?

Big Matt knew I could have dealt him on the jewelry job, and he'd know I hadn't done that. Jessop, he'd know that, too. But I was still just as dangerous to either of them if I ever got caught again. It was like I held this trump card, and I could play it anytime.

I'm not a killer. But when you do my kind of work, it can happen. Like with Ken. I'm still a pretty young guy. Looking at another bit wouldn't change my mind about who I was. Jessop, he was around my age. At least, I think he was.

But for Solly, even a nickel would be a death sentence. You can buy protection Inside. Buy almost anything you could imagine, if you've got the money. And Solly had the money. But, no matter how much money you have, you can't buy a decent hospital. Get serious-sick in prison, chances are you won't get better. Throw in Solly being such an old man, you know he'd never finish out the bit.

Solly knew me. He knew Big Matt. He knew neither of us would ever go outside the rules. Jessop, he didn't know. But Jessop, what did he he know? Maybe, if he was close to Albie, he knew a lot. know? Maybe, if he was close to Albie, he knew a lot.

Solly told me if he wanted Jessop gone he could have just hired a shooter. I went along like that made sense, but all the time, I was thinking, That story Solly told me about this guy Rico, the contract man. Maybe he made that up? That story Solly told me about this guy Rico, the contract man. Maybe he made that up?

Why I thought that was I didn't believe Solly could find a shooter without going outside his safe zone. He put jobs together. Jobs, not hits.

If I started nosing around, this Jessop would know I was coming way before I got to him. How was that supposed to help Solly? He knew I was good at some stuff, but I wasn't any secret agent. Chances are, I go down to Florida, where this Albie used to live, Jessop makes me me disappear. disappear.

Yeah. That was Solly, down pat. Let other guys bet on fights, Solly wouldn't care who won; he'd be the guy keeping the vig. Maybe Jessop f.u.c.ks up. Gets me done, but not so smooth. A murder, he couldn't really say it was self-defense without bringing up the jewelry job. That'd probably only make it worse for him. Florida, it's not like New York. We got the death penalty, too, but down there, they use use it. it.

Anyway, the only one Jessop could give up was me, and what could that be worth? He never laid eyes on Solly; and Albie was dead.

How come, all of a sudden, Solly was going to a lot of trouble to make sure I knew stuff? Much more than he ever did before. Was he trusting me or setting me up?

I remembered one thing Solly said to me, a long time ago. "It's not how much you take, kid, it's where you take it from. Me, I always take my half out of the middle."

Even with my head hurting, one thing came through clear: I go down to Florida looking for Jessop, the only sure winner would be Solly.

It was so cute: I find Jessop, only one of us walks away. Wouldn't matter which one; Solly could always find Big Matt. Tell him a story about whichever one of us was still alive.

Somewhere, way in the back of my mind, I thought Solly would be proud of me. For not trusting him, I mean.

Even without Solly's game, I had a stronger reason for not going to Florida right away.

"Woods," is the way he answered when he picked up the extension. I don't know how cops usually answer the phone, but that didn't sound like it.

"You were straight with me once," I said into the mouthpiece. "I never forgot that. And I figure now, maybe you and me, we want the same thing."

"Who the-? Wait! Are we talking about someone who went down for something he didn't do, and skated on one he did?"

"Just the first part is right," I said-who admits something over the phone? "I want the guy whose time I did. And you want him, too."

"You got that that right," Woods said. Cold and serious. right," Woods said. Cold and serious.

"I'm not coming in," I told him.

"Say where and when."

"Now. There's a vitamin shop, northwest corner of Eighty-first and Broadway."

"I'm rolling."

I didn't bother telling the cop not to bring backup or wear a wire or any of that c.r.a.p. I wasn't a wanted man. And Woods, he hadn't told me to call the s.e.x Crimes Unit. Which meant they'd never caught the real rapist. Probably never even looked for him.

Woods must have circled the block a couple of times, because I spotted him on the other side of Broadway, getting ready to cross at the light. I liked that. He didn't badge some guy to let him park at the curb, or leave his unmarked at a fireplug. He did what a regular person would do.

Hard for a guy as big as him to be low-key. Last thing he'd want, call attention to himself. And if you saw him once, you'd remember him.

"Did every day of it, huh?" was what he said. No "h.e.l.lo" or nothing. But he had his hand out, and I shook it.

"Let's take a walk," I said. "Riverside's not far, and it's a beautiful day."

He knew what I meant. We walked side by side a few blocks west until we came to Riverside, found an empty bench.

"Is it okay if I make sure of a couple of things, before I say anything?"

The cop opened his coat. "Got an ankle piece, too," he said, like that was what I wanted, check him for weapons. I couldn't figure out why he was playing it like that, but I let it go.

"You know I didn't rape that girl."

"Yeah. And you you know why-" know why-"

"No, I mean, that was the question. Are you just going along, in case I got something else for you on that other thing, or are you saying you believe me?"

"I believe you," the cop said. "I did from the beginning."

"But she was was raped?" raped?"

"No question."

"So, if she picked me out of a lineup, whoever did it, he must look something something like me, right?" like me, right?"

"You'd think so," the cop said, leaning back and lighting a smoke. He didn't offer me one. That was a good sign.

"A lot of guys could look like me. That doesn't narrow it down much."

"Big guy, white...sure, that covers a lot of ground. Hair is something you can change easy enough. Beard, mustache...takes only a few minutes, make them go away. Except for this"-he touched his own right eyebrow-"nothing makes you stand out except your size." He gave me a close look, not making any secret out of what he was doing.

I stayed still.

"Your eyes. Your eyes, that'd set you off. That's That's what those gla.s.ses are about, huh?" what those gla.s.ses are about, huh?"

"Why are you playing me? I haven't done anything for you to treat me like this. You know d.a.m.n well, anyone gets a look at my eyes, they'd remember."

"They would. And, yeah, I did."

"But she didn't?"

"Where's all this going, Caine?"

No more "Sugar." No more "have one on me" cigarette. Good. If he'd acted like we were pals, I wouldn't have bought it.

And he'd know that. So maybe it wasn't as good a sign as I thought.

f.u.c.k it. I'm no good at this sideways stuff. I just went for it.

"You think I got off cheap, don't you?"

"Five years? Far as I'm concerned, you lucked out when that girl ID'ed you. Wasn't for that, you'd still be where you belong."

"Lucked out? Right. If that girl had never ID'ed me, you'd still have been waiting when I came back to my place, that's what you're selling?"

"One man's luck is another man's loss. And I still still say you got off cheap." say you got off cheap."

"Let's say I did. But if the s.e.x-crimes cops hadn't gotten her to ID me, you wouldn't be saying what you just said. That's true, too."

"Okay. But I'm still waiting for the punch line."

"I want to get off the RSO list."