Andrew Vachss - The Weight

The way Solly told it, if Jessop got caught, he was dead meat, because he couldn’t use the statute-of-limitations thing. Okay, so that meant Big Matt wasn’t safe, either. But Big Matt’s not going to work anymore, so there’s no chance he’ll get dropped pulling a job. Jessop, why would he retire? Me, why would I?

Big Matt knew I could have dealt him on the jewelry job, and he’d know I hadn’t done that. Jessop, he’d know that, too. But I was still just as dangerous to either of them if I ever got caught again. It was like I held this trump card, and I could play it anytime.

I’m not a killer. But when you do my kind of work, it can happen. Like with Ken. I’m still a pretty young guy. Looking at another bit wouldn’t change my mind about who I was. Jessop, he was around my age. At least, I think he was.

But for Solly, even a nickel would be a death sentence. You can buy protection Inside. Buy almost anything you could imagine, if you’ve got the money. And Solly had the money. But, no matter how much money you have, you can’t buy a decent hospital. Get serious-sick in prison, chances are you won’t get better. Throw in Solly being such an old man, you know he’d never finish out the bit.

Solly knew me. He knew Big Matt. He knew neither of us would ever go outside the rules. Jessop, he didn’t know. But Jessop, what did he know? Maybe, if he was close to Albie, he knew a lot.

Solly told me if he wanted Jessop gone he could have just hired a shooter. I went along like that made sense, but all the time, I was thinking, That story Solly told me about this guy Rico, the contract man. Maybe he made that up?

Why I thought that was I didn’t believe Solly could find a shooter without going outside his safe zone. He put jobs together. Jobs, not hits.

If I started nosing around, this Jessop would know I was coming way before I got to him. How was that supposed to help Solly? He knew I was good at some stuff, but I wasn’t any secret agent. Chances are, I go down to Florida, where this Albie used to live, Jessop makes me disappear.

Yeah. That was Solly, down pat. Let other guys bet on fights, Solly wouldn’t care who won; he’d be the guy keeping the vig. Maybe Jessop fucks up. Gets me done, but not so smooth. A murder, he couldn’t really say it was self-defense without bringing up the jewelry job. That’d probably only make it worse for him. Florida, it’s not like New York. We got the death penalty, too, but down there, they use it.

Anyway, the only one Jessop could give up was me, and what could that be worth? He never laid eyes on Solly; and Albie was dead.

How come, all of a sudden, Solly was going to a lot of trouble to make sure I knew stuff? Much more than he ever did before. Was he trusting me or setting me up?

I remembered one thing Solly said to me, a long time ago. “It’s not how much you take, kid, it’s where you take it from. Me, I always take my half out of the middle.”

Even with my head hurting, one thing came through clear: I go down to Florida looking for Jessop, the only sure winner would be Solly.

It was so cute: I find Jessop, only one of us walks away. Wouldn’t matter which one; Solly could always find Big Matt. Tell him a story about whichever one of us was still alive.

Somewhere, way in the back of my mind, I thought Solly would be proud of me. For not trusting him, I mean.

Even without Solly’s game, I had a stronger reason for not going to Florida right away.

“Woods,” is the way he answered when he picked up the extension. I don’t know how cops usually answer the phone, but that didn’t sound like it.

“You were straight with me once,” I said into the mouthpiece. “I never forgot that. And I figure now, maybe you and me, we want the same thing.”

“Who the-? Wait! Are we talking about someone who went down for something he didn’t do, and skated on one he did?”

“Just the first part is right,” I said-who admits something over the phone? “I want the guy whose time I did. And you want him, too.”

“You got that right,” Woods said. Cold and serious.

“I’m not coming in,” I told him.

“Say where and when.”

“Now. There’s a vitamin shop, northwest corner of Eighty-first and Broadway.”

“I’m rolling.”

I didn’t bother telling the cop not to bring backup or wear a wire or any of that crap. I wasn’t a wanted man. And Woods, he hadn’t told me to call the Sex Crimes Unit. Which meant they’d never caught the real rapist. Probably never even looked for him.

Woods must have circled the block a couple of times, because I spotted him on the other side of Broadway, getting ready to cross at the light. I liked that. He didn’t badge some guy to let him park at the curb, or leave his unmarked at a fireplug. He did what a regular person would do.

Hard for a guy as big as him to be low-key. Last thing he’d want, call attention to himself. And if you saw him once, you’d remember him.

“Did every day of it, huh?” was what he said. No “hello” or nothing. But he had his hand out, and I shook it.

“Let’s take a walk,” I said. “Riverside’s not far, and it’s a beautiful day.”

He knew what I meant. We walked side by side a few blocks west until we came to Riverside, found an empty bench.

“Is it okay if I make sure of a couple of things, before I say anything?”

The cop opened his coat. “Got an ankle piece, too,” he said, like that was what I wanted, check him for weapons. I couldn’t figure out why he was playing it like that, but I let it go.

“You know I didn’t rape that girl.”

“Yeah. And you know why-”

“No, I mean, that was the question. Are you just going along, in case I got something else for you on that other thing, or are you saying you believe me?”

“I believe you,” the cop said. “I did from the beginning.”

“But she was raped?”

“No question.”

“So, if she picked me out of a lineup, whoever did it, he must look something like me, right?”

“You’d think so,” the cop said, leaning back and lighting a smoke. He didn’t offer me one. That was a good sign.

“A lot of guys could look like me. That doesn’t narrow it down much.”

“Big guy, white… sure, that covers a lot of ground. Hair is something you can change easy enough. Beard, mustache… takes only a few minutes, make them go away. Except for this”-he touched his own right eyebrow-“nothing makes you stand out except your size.” He gave me a close look, not making any secret out of what he was doing.

I stayed still.

“Your eyes. Your eyes, that’d set you off. That’s what those glasses are about, huh?”

“Why are you playing me? I haven’t done anything for you to treat me like this. You know damn well, anyone gets a look at my eyes, they’d remember.”

“They would. And, yeah, I did.”

“But she didn’t?”

“Where’s all this going, Caine?”

No more “Sugar.” No more “have one on me” cigarette. Good. If he’d acted like we were pals, I wouldn’t have bought it.

And he’d know that . So maybe it wasn’t as good a sign as I thought.

Fuck it. I’m no good at this sideways stuff. I just went for it.

“You think I got off cheap, don’t you?”

“Five years? Far as I’m concerned, you lucked out when that girl ID’ed you. Wasn’t for that, you’d still be where you belong.”

“Lucked out? Right. If that girl had never ID’ed me, you’d still have been waiting when I came back to my place, that’s what you’re selling?”