Robert Tanenbaum - Act of Revenge

In one part of his mind, Karp saw himself pointing to the telephone and heard himself saying, “Maybe you should,” but what he did instead was to slump into a chair, catch her eye with his again, and say, “Marlene! Look at me! Listen to me! This is tearing me up. It’s breaking my heart. I’ve already compromised myself six ways to Sunday getting you in here instead of the lock-up ward at Bellevue, but I can’t just give you a free ride if I think you have knowledge constructive to three homicides. Which I do. God, I don’t want to put legal pressure on you. Legal pressure! We’re married , for crying out loud! I want you to tell me because you love me, because you trust me, and because I’m worried nauseous about our daughter, who’s in danger because of something I think she saw and won’t tell me about. Now, come on, Marlene! Talk to me!”

“And if not, what?” she asked, her voice neutral.

“Oh, shit! That’s not the right answer, Marlene.”

She repeated it. He looked at her, closed his eyes, shook his head, sighed, and said, “Okay, if not, then there are a pair of cops down the hall who will take you in and process you just like any other person charged with assault. I’m out of the loop officially in any case; Tim Sullivan will handle the whole thing out of Felony. He’s going to ask Roland what the story is, and Roland is going to say, because it’s the truth, that you’re hiding something, and Tim’s people will bring that to the attention of the judge. Roland could also buy, or pretend to buy, the story that Bollano’s people are putting out, that it was an assassination attempt on him-”

“Do you believe that?”

“Oh, crap, of course I don’t believe that, Marlene. That’s the point, it doesn’t matter what I believe. I’m supposed to be out of it.”

“But if I spill my guts here, then you’re in it again, you smooth the way, get me through arraignment and bail, and I’m home all cozy and safe. Is that the deal?”

She was perfectly right. The thing stunk, a spaghetti tangle of legal and domestic business, an archetypal Karp family katzenjammer. Flat-voiced, he said, “Yeah, that’s the deal.”

She nodded. “Okay, then here’s my response to that deal. About Vivian Fein Bollano, I will say absolutely nothing. Everything that has passed between us is protected by attorney-client privilege, and I will so maintain to a judge when the time comes. About the other thing: you’ve probably come to the same conclusion I have, that either Lucy witnessed the Asia Mall killings or some of her friends did, or they all did. Lucy was out of circulation for a couple, three hours that afternoon at just the right time. You know about Lucy and Janice getting rousted by a couple of gangsters. Then she gets snatched last week. Tran believes that on both occasions the people involved were mainly interested in finding out what the girls knew and whether they’d told anyone else about it. He’s turned up a name, Leung, a local hard boy, but clearly just a go-between-”

“Why? Why just a go-between?”

“Because the Sings were big shots, triad guys. Somebody wanted them hit would have to have some serious muscle to back up the play. Leung’s a small-timer. Tran says.” She summarized Tran’s information about the Yee-Leung connection.

“But the cops say they sent in people from out of town,” Karp objected. “Why would they care if the girls saw who did it?”

“They shouldn’t,” said Marlene. “The fact that they do argues against the foreign hit-team story.” She reminded him what Tran had told her earlier about triad politics and the likely results of the killings at the Asia Mall.

“In any case,” she went on, “neither Lucy nor Janice nor Mary is going to come forward as a witness because Janice and Mary are too vulnerable and Lucy is too loyal. The cops and Tran are looking for the Vietnamese who snatched Lucy, and when they’re caught, we’ll know a little more. Meanwhile, I don’t judge that any of them is in serious danger, as long as none of them come forward as a witness.”

“You’re encouraging Lucy to keep quiet here? You approve of this?” Karp could not keep the outrage out of his voice.

“Yeah, not approve exactly,” said Marlene forcefully, “but understand, appreciate where she is, where they all are. Like it or not, they come from a different culture, and our little honey has roots in that culture, at least partially. Given a choice, I’d rather keep her roots intact than tear them up in the interests of a judicial process. I respect your parental interest, believe me, but right now, with Tran watching her, she’s as safe as we can make her, safe as the child she is is going to be. You understand what I mean, Butch? As the child she is , not the child you’d like her to be. I know you think I designed her to be this way and I’m a terrible mother and all-”

“I don’t-”

“You do, but believe me when I say I didn’t do anything like that. I wish to God she collected stuffed animals and went to the Girl Scouts, but she’s never going to be that kid. Deadly genes, and not only from me, by the way, darling, plus the usual shake of the dice, thank you, God. I love her to pieces and I know you do, too, and the chance that she’s going to break both our hearts is very high.”

For a long while he sat there, saying nothing. He was reflecting on how much he had changed since he met this woman, how he would have reacted in former years, with his first wife, for example, had such a situation come up. There would have been broken furniture.

He said, “You know, it’s funny: it goes against my every instinct, but I think you’re right. But there’s something else. . I can put myself behind your eyes and see things the way you see them. It took awhile, but I can do it, because I really love you. I wonder if you can do that for me, see what this, this life we all lead, costs me, being who I am.”

“Oh, yeah,” she said. “That’s what women do, and they do it so unthinking that everybody takes it for granted, they’ll see the man’s point of view. I’ll give you an example. When I waded into that gunfight, what I was thinking, besides that I had to stop it before some innocent schmuck caught one, was you, that I didn’t, I couldn’t kill anyone in New York County because of what it would mean to you, and so, you know they teach you to aim for the center of mass and keep firing until they go down, but I’m a good enough snap shot that I could have popped both assholes in the face and moved on and even taken out Sally and his baby-sitter, and I would have walked on it, too, but what I did was I risked my life to disable those guys instead, and got my brains kicked in. That was very largely for you.”

“I don’t know what to say,” said Karp after a hard swallow.

“I do. Let’s get the fuck out of here before we both start sniveling.” She stood up straight, lifted her chin, and said, “Bring on your cops. I’m ready.”

“Lose the Joan of Arc routine, kid, it’s only calendar court,” said Karp. “And I think I’ll take you in myself.”

She smiled for the first time and said, “Oh, yeah? Think you can handle me, big boy?”

“As long as you’re unarmed,” said Karp.

He turned his wife over to Clay Fulton at the courthouse, the detective having accumulated the necessary paper to bring Marlene back into the system, and then he switched his mind away from her and her fate and directed it to the problem of the Asia Mall killings, because Mimi Vasquez was supposed to be waiting for him at his office with Detective Wu in tow.

They were there as promised. Karp got them arranged around his small, round conference table and took a moment to examine the cop while the man chatted with Vasquez. A little under forty was his estimate, maybe five-eight and well proportioned, with a square, fleshy face that bore a genial expression. Detective Second Grade Wu was clearly satisfied with himself and with the world.