Max Collins - Quarry's list
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He shrugged with his eyebrows, and as I looked at his eyes I saw that this casual manner was a pose. The eyes looking out of the shell that pretended to be relaxed and even disinterested spoke instead of urgency and even desperation. And something else. A flicker of something else.
Fear?
“You were the Broker’s business partner,” I said. “A silent partner. You provided financial backing for him and shared in the revenue of his business. Oh, you weren’t actively involved in that business… but you knew what it was about… you knew murder was the commodity Broker dealt in.”
He was beginning to smile, now, just a little.
“For some reason, though, Broker kept you in the dark about some parts of the business. Maybe he anticipated you might try and take over the operation, if you had half a chance… half a chance, and his list.”
“This list again. And again I must ask: What sort of a list is it, exactly?”
“A master list, you might say.”
“And just what is on this ‘master list’?”
“Not what. Who.”
“All right, Mr. Quarry. We’ve come this far. I’ll ask… who is on the list?”
“Me. And around fifty other people like me. Many here in the Midwest, but others all around the country, too. Names. More than names… dossiers, really. The people who pulled triggers for Broker. People willing to kill, for a price.”
A small pearl of sweat was moving down his forehead. He touched a finger to it and said, “Of what value would such a list be to me?”
“You’re the new Broker. Or, you want to be. You need the list, to be in business.”
“I see. And you have it. The list.”
I let him see the manila envelope. The outside of it, that is. Didn’t hand it to him. Just let him see.
And I also dropped the corduroy jacket down into my lap, to let him see Ash’s gun in my hand, in case he’d had any doubt it was there.
“Your price,” Brooks said, the faintest tremor in his voice, “is fair. In fact, asking only ten thousand more is more than fair, considering the value to me that list holds. This I freely admit to you. I also freely admit I do not have the money.”
“What?”
“It’s the truth. I simply don’t have it. The time element isn’t the problem, either. The money’s just not there.”
“Brooks, ten thousand, twenty thousand, fifty thousand, ought to be nothing to you.”
“It ought to be. It isn’t. I can offer you something else, something potentially far more profitable…”
“Ash’s chair, you mean? No thanks.”
“What do you want, then?”
“Suppose all I wanted was the answers to a couple questions. Suppose I’d settle for that, and the money in the briefcase.”
“I wouldn’t believe you.”
“You’re not in a position not to believe me.”
“True. In that case, I’d accept your terms.”
“Those are my terms.”
“Then ask your questions.”
“You can start by explaining why you tried to have me killed.”
“Complexity of reasons. As a precautionary measure, if nothing else. Did you know we had your lake home in Wisconsin watched, for several months? And it was searched, thoroughly, more than once. We needed to know if you had the list. We knew ‘the Broker,’ as you call him, had gone to meet you on the night of his death, for which we assumed you were responsible, and…”
“You keep saying we…”
“Oh. You’re wondering if I mean the editorial ‘we’? I mean Ash and myself. I had been using Ash as a personal bodyguard, off and on, for about a year… I have periodic threats on my life, thanks to the nature of my courtroom activities… he was, you might say, and as you may have guessed, on loan to me by your Broker, after whose death I would never have been able to even attempt picking up the pieces, without Ash. Without Ash, I would have had no direct connection to your end of this business, Mr. Quarry.”
“Ash knew Broker had gone to see me the night he died, is that it?”
“Precisely.”
“Has Ash told you, since talking to me, that I didn’t kill the Broker? That Broker tried to have me killed, and got it from his own man in the process? That your precious fucking list had nothing to do with it?”
“Yes, but at the time we assumed differently. We assumed the list had everything to do with it, and took the steps I’ve already mentioned… watching your home, searching it…”
“If I’d had the list, what good would killing me have done?”
“First of all, Ash advised not having you tortured, to find out what you knew. He said, in effect, you were just perverse enough to lie in the face of death, especially an inevitable one. He also said killing you point-blank was a better idea than forcing a confrontation, which you might be able to squirm out of.”
Ash knew me pretty well.
“After your death,” Brooks continued, “all of your property would have gone to your family, who would have no knowledge of the nature of your line of work, and from whom the list could easily be bought, stolen, or coerced. If you think that is far-fetched, I can tell you the city and street address of your parents in Ohio, Mr. Quarry. Our research has been most thorough, I assure you.”
“I’m impressed,” I said, honestly. “Suppose I’d been hired to kill the Broker, by somebody else after the list, somebody who wanted to take over Broker’s operation just like you do.”
He was beginning to enjoy himself. Smiling. “Killing you might flush out whoever that somebody else might be, in that event. If we had competition, we wanted to know who it was. And if you had killed him for some other reason, some personal reason, you were still a dangerous loose end that needed tying off… as you have so ably proven, with your presence here these past few days.”
He reminded me then of the Broker, sitting there with his hands calmly folded across his chest, slight smirky smile on his face, the picture of respectability, having a fine time telling of the intricate and self-centered schemes he’d cooked up, schemes that included murder and anything else it took to get ahead, to be successful.
It was no wonder they were friends and business associates. It was no wonder they’d been friends at that college back east, even sharing the same lover, the beautiful woman who even now was looking down from the oil painting across the room, that portrait of a woman whose hair was blond and pulled back away from a face that in life probably had not grown older as gracefully as the artist indicated, though he’d captured a great sadness in the familiar blue eyes.
“Okay,” I said. “That explains why you tried to have me killed. But what about Carrie. Explain that to me, Brooks. Why are you trying so hard to kill your daughter?”
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He clapped his hands together once, not loud, just a “well!” gesture, and said, “I suppose you sent Ash to an empty motel room.”
“That’s right.’’
“Surely you don’t expect me to be surprised to find you know I’m the girl’s father. You had plenty of time with her to learn that, what with all the questions you must have asked her… though I admit your failure to mention it till now had me assuming perhaps you didn’t know, which seemed possible, since my daughter and I share a singularly empty relationship, making it somewhat unlikely she’d mention me, without some prodding from an outside source like yourself, that is. No matter. Why don’t we go on to more important things.”
“Than killing your kid, you mean.”
“Ash did tell you about the federal agent who was killed last night? In your room at the Concort? You do understand the implications of that?”
“Sure. It’s going to get hot around here.”
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