George Higgins - Killing Them Softly

“No,” Steve said, “he’s not. He’s just an asshole when it comes to the broads.”

“I still like him,” Barry said.

“So do I,” Steve said. “I said that to Jackie. I, I don’t want to do this, you know? I really didn’t. Markie’s not a bad shit. I told him, I said: ‘Look, I used to work for the guy now and then. Me and Barry. Jeez, I don’t know. He always treated me all right.’ ”

“Dillon was there too, wasn’t he?” Barry said.

“Dillon was there,” Steve said. “White’s a fuckin’ sheet, he don’t use no breath to say nothin’, it’s probably his last. There’s dogs, I think, not as sick as Dillon.”

“They’re both the same,” Barry said. “They’re both pricks.”

“I don’t know,” Steve said.

“I do,” Barry said. “I knew Jackie before I knew Dillon. I didn’t work for Dillon, after I worked, after I knew Jackie. Jackie didn’t have no work. They’re both the same.”

“What difference it make?” Steve said.

“You know Dillon,” Barry said.

“Yeah,” Steve said.

“You know Jackie,” Barry said.

“Yeah,” Steve said.

“You know the way Dillon looks now,” Barry said, “and it’s because he’s sick.”

“He don’t look right,” Steve said.

“Jackie always looked that way,” Barry said. “Always. He’s got the same eyes.”

“Ahh,” Steve said.

“I mean it,” Barry said. “I mean it. I did some things for that guy. When the fights’re on, and all, you know something? I bet that guy didn’t weigh one thirty then, and he wasn’t carrying nothing you could see, and you can see things, you know?”

“Yeah,” Steve said.

“A little shit,” Barry said. “He was always a little shit. And there was a lot of big guys around. And he had dough. And you know something? Nobody ever fucked with him. Nobody. Not officers, nobody. You know why? Because he looked the same way then that Dillon looks now. In the eyes. Like somebody hit him. Only he’s not hurt and he’s not going down. He’s just there. And nobody knew him from the next guy’s asshole, then. Now Dillon’s sick and he looks the same way. I don’t trust that guy.”

“He’s all right,” Steve said.

“He’s a mean little prick,” Barry said.

“He doesn’t act like one,” Steve said. “He treated me all right. Any questions I had, he treated me all right.”

“What’d you ask him?” Barry said. “What’d he say?”

“I told him,” Steve said, “I said: ‘Look, I kind of like Markie.’ He said: ‘I know it. Everybody does. He’s a great guy. I told him once: “Markie, you ask girls to fuck, you don’t even want to fuck.” I said that to him.’ And you know what he says? Jackie said: ‘ “I’m staying in shape. Besides, how the fuck do I know, I don’t wanna fuck the girl, unless I fuck her? So I ask her, and she says, all right, I fuck her and then I know. After.’ ” I think, myself,” Steve said, “I think the guy’s afraid, there’s some broad some place inna world that’s gonna fuck, and he’ll die without asking her. That’s what Jackie said. ‘Guy gets more ass’n a toilet seat.’ ”

“Well,” Barry said, “that’s him all right then. He’s got one with about a forty-inch setta boobs on her in there. He practically didn’t even get his coat off before he spotted her, and he was right next to her before I could even get a dime inna box to call you. He don’t waste any time.”

“He’s been at it a long time,” Steve said. “You know that guy, except for when he first gets married, he goes out every fuckin’ night? Every night. When he gets married, for a little while he doesn’t. Then pretty soon, he does it again. So naturally, the broads he marries, there’s always something that tips them off, they’re all lizards themselves and he’s not home and they start figuring. But you imagine that? The guy’s close to fifty, and he’s, he’s not married, he’s never home. Never. You can say what you want about the guy, he is still one strong bastard.”

“I hope he’s quick, too,” Barry said. “This fuckin’ dampness.”

“He’ll be out,” Steve said. “All we got to do is be here and wait, just like whoever the broad is. Markie don’t waste no time. He knows what he’s doing. Half the gash went into that place, looking to get laid, they ended up inna rack with Markie. And he gives them what they’re looking for, too. They all, you know something? They don’t even know who he is.”

“How come?” Barry said.

“Onna one-night stand,” Steve said, “he don’t give his right name.”

“Who’s he say he is?” Barry said.

“Well,” Steve said, “he knows us, right? And he knows Dillon and he knows a lot of guys. And then there’s some guys he doesn’t know, some guys that, he just makes up their names. Depends on how he feels. So the thing is, there’s probably four, five broads, come in here or some place else one night all pissed off at their husbands, and they think they fucked us.”

“That cocksucker,” Barry said.

“Hey,” Steve said, “you got to give the guy credit.”

“Sure,” Barry said, “and suppose one of them broads that he fucked and he said he was me, and Ginny finds out, huh? Then I’m deep in the shit and I didn’t even do it.”

“Hell, Barry,” Steve said, “I mean, nobody could recognize you. What’s the matter, I thought Ginny trusted you.”

“She does,” Barry said, “because she knows I don’t do that.”

“Well,” Steve said, “look, he probably didn’t say he was you very much anyway. And the girls he meets, they probably don’t even hear the name. They’re just out to get laid. It’s always, he’s the head of the fuckin’ Mafia. He’s got this whole routine he goes through. ‘Just in town for a couple days. I’m in and out of town a lot.’ He is, too. Except the nights he runs the game, he’s here, he’s in Danvers, he’s in Lawrence, he’s all over the place. Then he pulls out this big roll. He’s got himself about eighty fifties there, and it’s nothing but fifties, either. And he’s got the rings. And then pretty soon: I’m staying with a guy. Can’t take no chances onna hotel, you got to sign everything. Can we, can we maybe use your place?’ And of course the broad, she hasn’t got a place. Well, she’s got one, but the old man and the kids’re there, and besides, she don’t want nobody to know she’s from around here. So the next thing you know they’re in a hotel and the broad’s paying for it. ‘He can’t take them to his place,’ Dillon told me. ‘There’s no bugs in there, for Christ sake. Bug’d be ashamed to live in that place.’ But he’s got the Cad and the gold rings and he goes around telling broads all kinds of things and they all believe him and he fucks them all. He’s done more for the world’n Christmas, you add it all up.”

“Why’d you say that about Danvers?” Barry said.

“Because he goes there,” Steve said. “There’s this club he goes to some times, up in Danvers. He goes over the Beach, too. The guy gets around.”

“Ginny’s ma lives in Danvers,” Barry said.

“I doubt he fucked Ginny’s ma, Barry,” Steve said. “You wanna know, though, I’ll call her up and ask her for you.”

“Some day I’m gonna break your fuckin’ long nose for you, Steve,” Barry said.

Trattman, wearing a mouse-colored, double-breasted overcoat, emerged from the Lobster Tail with a dark-haired woman in her forties. He raised his right arm, using his left hand to guide her toward the curb. An attendant in a snorkel coat pulled up in a tan Coupe de Ville. Trattman opened the passenger door for the woman as the attendant got out on the driver’s side. Trattman closed the passenger door and walked around the front of the car. He handed a folded bill to the attendant. The attendant said: “Thanks,” with no sign of recognition. Trattman got into the Cadillac.