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"I guess I have."
"That I been breaking one of the big rules, getting mixed up in politics, focusing attention on the organization?"
"That's what you hear sometimes."
"Let me tell you about a guy used to live in Plantation, Florida. You remember the name Johnny__? This guy went back to the days of Bugsy Siegel, I mean he survived gang wars for forty years. But Johnny and a couple of other guys thought they could jerk the CIA around. They told some CIA people they could whack out Castro for the government, like do a patriotic act and maybe get the casinos open in Havana again. So the CIA buys it, and the word is out that our guys are going to clip Castro. Maybe they even sent a couple of kamikaze gumballs to do it, but the bottom line is that Castro looks pretty healthy today. In other words, it looks like it was a scam to pump juice and influence out of the government. So the commission in Chicago tells these guys that what they're doing is stupid and they'd fucking better knock it off. But Johnny doesn't listen. So one day a couple of guys invite him fishing out in Biscayne Bay, except they put one in his ear, cut his legs off, and stuff him inside an oil barrel.
"They weighted the barrel down with chains, and shoved an ice pick in Johnny's stomach to break the gas bag. Nobody would have ever seen him, but they screwed it up. They missed the wall of his stomach, and he floated the barrel up.
"It makes a good story, doesn't it, about what happens when a guy decides to get political?"
"I've heard it before."
"Then maybe you also know it's bullshit. Johnny got clipped because of money. It's always money, Dave. Those guys in Miami and Houston want to take over the action on the Louisiana coast. There's four or five other guys in New Orleans they'll have to cut in, guys who are anybody's cornhorn, but the word is I'm definitely not going to be a player." He smiled and put a dripping spoonful of cereal in his mouth. "There's supposed to be some real talent in town right now. I hear it's a twenty-five-thou contract."
"Maybe it's a good time to take the family on a vacation to the islands," I said.
"They don't hurt families. We don't do that to each other. Not even these guys, Dave." But I saw the cloud slide across his face. He looked out at the lawn and rubbed his finger against his temple.
"I need to use your phone," I said. "A lady was coming up to see me at the hospital this morning."
"Who is she?" he asked, and smiled again.
"Bootsie Giacano."
"No kidding? You got good taste. She's a class broad, I mean lady. You gotta excuse my vocabulary. I went to college, but most of the time you wouldn't know it."
"You know her?"
"Sure. I own part of her business. She's nice. I like her."
I used the phone in the kitchen and told Bootsie where I was and that I would see her later.
"You're where?" she said.
I cleared my throat and told her again I was at Tony's. I could hear her breathing into the mouthpiece of the receiver.
"I won't ask you any more questions," she said. "I'm sure you know what you're doing, Dave. You know what you're doing, don't you?"
"Sure," I said, then, "I'll call you tonight. Everything's fine, kiddo."
"Yeah, sure it is," she said, and hung up.
I sat back down with Tony just as his wife came into the kitchen in a blue house robe and slippers, her face dull with sleep, her hair in pink foam-rubber curlers. She didn't speak. She filled a coffee cup from the electric pot on the Formica
counter, shook two aspirins from a bottle and set them by the side of her saucer, and sat at the kitchen table with her back to us, smoking silently while she drank her coffee. The backs of her hands were coarse and heavily veined, and her nails, long and bright red, made clicking sounds when she picked up her coffee cup.
"Clara, this is Dave Robicheaux. He stayed with us last night," Tony said.
Again she didn't speak. Her blond hair was dark close to her scalp. I could see nicotine stains on her fingers, dried makeup around the corners of her mouth, her thin whitened nostrils when she breathed.
"Dave and I were talking about taking Paul for a horse ride," Tony said.
She blew smoke up against the window glass and flicked her ashes in her saucer.
"I think maybe everybody was making a little too much noise last night," Tony said.
"May I speak to you alone, please?" she said.
