Todd Robinson - The Hard Bounce

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Boo Malone lost everything when he was sent to St. Gabriel's Home for Boys. There, he picked up a few key survival skills; a wee bit of an anger management problem; and his best friend for life, Junior. Now adults, Boo and Junior have a combined weight of 470 pounds (mostly Boo's), about ten grand in tattoos (mostly Junior's), and a talent for wisecracking banter. Together, they provide security for The Cellar, a Boston nightclub where the bartender Audrey doles out hugs and scoldings for her favorite misfits, and the night porter, Luke, expects them to watch their language. At last Boo has found a family.
But when Boo and Junior are hired to find Cassandra, a well-to-do runaway slumming among the authority-shy street kids, Boo sees in the girl his own long-lost younger sister. And as the case deepens with evidence that Cassie is being sexually exploited, Boo's blind desire for justice begins to push his surrogate family's loyalty to the breaking point. Cassie's life depends on Boo's determination to see the case through, but that same determination just might finally drive him and Junior apart. What's looking like an easy payday is turning into a hard bounce-for everyone.

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He was wrong. After a few months of regular use, he became the Underdog before me, snuffling through tears and holding himself tight.

His real troubles started a year before, when in a drugged stupor he told a pusher who was dicking him around that he was a cop. Word spread fast, and soon the whole network of dealers knew. They cut him a deal. Fudge your reports and your junk is free. Brendan Miller was too far gone to refuse. The dealers were thrilled. They had a cop under their thumbs. A Vice detective, no less.

The entire time Underdog was telling me this, he stared at an empty space on the floor. I still didn’t want to look at his face, so it was a good arrangement. His feet scuffed a two-step on the tile, and he wrung his hands obsessively.

When he finished the story, he looked up from the floor and held me with heartbroken, bloodshot eyes. “Boo?”

“What?” When I spoke, my voice was as flat as his.

“Please don’t kick me out. Please.” He was begging. His voice cracked at the end, like he might burst into tears all over again.

That’s what he was afraid of. He’d seen what I’d done to other people. People I’d caught messing around with shit a hell of a lot less severe than heroin.

“You can fuck me up if you want to. Shit, I deserve a beating. I probably need it, but please don’t…”

I realized the people in The Cellar were probably the only ones who had been kind to him in a really long time. They were people who cared about him, who liked to see him when he walked in the door. He was terrified to lose that.

I wasn’t going to beat him up. Life had already taken care of that. I took my reserve bottle of Beam from the drawer and poured him a thick shot into a rocks glass and took a pull from the bottle. “I’m not going to ban you from the bar.”

His bony face lit up with hope, but his hands still shook hard enough to make the bourbon slosh around the glass. “Boo, I-”

“But if you ever, fucking ever, buy, sell, or do that shit in this building again… if you do and I catch you…”

I didn’t finish with my threat. I didn’t have to. He was still thanking me when I told him to get the fuck out of my office.

Underdog had made himself scarce the last couple months. I think he was avoiding me. I’d hear about him being in the bar, but he’d be gone by the time I showed up for my shifts.

He hadn’t been caught again.

That’s not to say he wasn’t still using.

He just wasn’t caught.

Iggy and the Stooges blaring out of The Cellar’s open door could only mean Audrey was working. She’d been bartending at the place almost as long as Luke had been cleaning it. Big, loud, and with more brass than your average marching band, Audrey was something of a local legend. Legendary for her heavy hand when pouring the Jack Daniels for customers-and herself. Legendary for laying out said customers who dared to give her an ounce of shit. I’d lay good money that she could punch harder than me. That long a tenure at The Cellar, and she’d have had plenty of practice.

It was still early enough for the scent of Luke’s pine cleanser to have the advantage over the stink that would soon fill the air. Audrey’s ample behind wagged a greeting at me when I entered. She leaned over the bar, smothering somebody with her maternal bartending. She had two grown daughters of her own, but never had an empty nest. She stuck all of us in there instead, whether we liked it or not.

“Hey, baby, can I get some fries with that shake?”

She wheeled around, a wide grin breaking across her cherubic face. “Willie!” she said in her sandpaper voice, thirty years of Winstons and whiskey sitting on her larynx. Audrey was the only one who could call me Willie without making my skin crawl.

Coming around the bar, she bear-hugged me, nearly lifting me off the floor. My ribs shifted under the power of her hug.

“Look, Brendan!” she said. “Willie came out to play today.”

“Dog,” I said.

“Boo.” He nervously bobbed his chin in greeting.

Audrey smiled like she’d just reintroduced two old playground buddies. “Me and Brendan were just gonna play some gin rummy. You want the winner, Willie?”

“Maybe later, Audrey. I need to talk to Underdog.”

Dog’s head shot up, and I waved him toward a table in the back. He picked up his pint and shambled over. He looked even skinnier than I remembered from the last time I’d seen him. His clothes hung off him like socks on a chicken.

Audrey freshened up her Jack and water. She would freshen it at least a dozen times a shift and never show it. Thirty years ago she could have been my dream girl.

“I just remembered why I drink,” Audrey called out to us. It was the closest thing she had to a toast, and the reply was mandatory.

“Why is that, Audrey?”

She swallowed half the glass. “Because I fucking like it.”

Before I could say word one to him, Underdog was already scrambling.

“I didn’t do anything, Boo. I swear.” He kept his voice hushed so Audrey wouldn’t hear. A loud ka-chunk sounded through the old speaker system as Audrey changed the tape. Jimmy, the legendary skinflint who owned the club, was still too cheap to spend the thirty bucks it would have cost to buy a CD player, much less an iPod. The Muffs started screaming about a lucky guy, and Audrey bobbed her head vigorously to the beat, oblivious to our conversation.

Underdog stared at me with an earnestness intense enough to pop greasy beads of sweat on his brow. “You’ve got to believe me. I’m not going to lie to you. I’m not going to say I’m totally clean, but I swear, I never do anything here. Not anymore.”

“Dog-”

“Boo, I swear…” He held a sweaty palm up to show his honesty.

“Dog-”

“To God!”

“Shut up,” I snapped. “Jesus!”

“Huh?”

“Shut up. I just want to ask you about some people.” Underdog still possessed enough unscrambled brain cells to hide his addiction and keep his job. He wouldn’t be joining Mensa anytime soon, but if he were stupid, he’d already be dead or behind bars himself.

Relief splashed across his face like a bucket of ice water. “Oh. Oh… okay. Shoot.”

I handed him Cassandra’s picture. “You ever seen this kid around?”

He stared at the picture. “What mall is this?” For a second, I thought I heard Brendan Miller and not Underdog’s voice in the question.

“I dunno, why?”

“I need to find a Sunglass Hut. My shades are busted.”

I snatched the photo from his hands. “Dammit, Dog, do you know the girl or not?”

“Nope. Why?”

Strike one. “Somebody’s lost her, and they want me to find her.”

“Hey, Boo, I can help you with this!” He’d perked up at the thought of being useful.

“Fantastic.” I tried to keep the sarcasm out of my tone, but it crept in at the edges. “Does the name Kelly Reese mean anything to you?”

He rolled his eyes back in thought. “Kelly Reese. Kelly Reese…” He stared at the floor in concentration. “Kelly Reese, Kelly Reese…”

It looked like he had something on the tip of his tongue.

“Kelly Reese,” he said. “Kelly, Kelly… Oh, wait!”

The batter swings. “What?”

“Kelly Reese. Big Irish guy. Bartends at The Dublin Pearl. IRA refugee, right?”

And misses.

“That’s Kelly Reed. And he’s not IRA, he’s a douchebag. It’s a bullshit line he gives the sorority girls to make them think he’s hardcore. He grew up in Quincy. He’s about as IRA as Jackie Chan. Kelly Reese is a girl.”

“What? No. Wait. Yeah. That’s right, Reed. Nope. Don’t know any Kelly Reese.”

I sighed. The ache paid a return visit to the bridge of my nose. “What about a Danny Barnes?” I remembered the way he introduced himself. Like the name meant something. Maybe it would to Dog.

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