'Yeah, sure, but look, buddy ... I'm strictly off limits. Anybody caught talking to me gets the same solitary confinement treatment.'
'Balls.'
'Man, they did it to me.'
'I'm not you. Give me five minutes, then cut out.'
The men's room was across the corridor, out of sight from the pair, and I went in without being seen. Nobody else was there, so I stepped into the end booth and closed the door. Five minutes later I heard the outside door hiss shut and walked out of the cubicle.
Eddie looked tired, but his eyes were bright and his mouth tight with constrained rage. 'You look terrible,' I said.
His eyes went toward the door. 'Quiet. They're standing outside.'
'How'd you shake loose? I thought they had you under wraps.'
'A few nosy buddies of mine started poking around when I didn't show. The big wheels figured I'd be better off where I could be seen and answer monitored phone calls that could be chopped off fast if I started to squawk. Brother, when this is over asses are going to burn, and I mean burn.'
'It isn't over yet,' I reminded him.
His face turned gray and he seemed ten years older. 'I was in on some high level discussion, Mike. You really know how bad it is?'
'Maybe I'm better off not knowing.'
Eddie didn't even hear me. 'There's no place to hide. Everybody would be running for cover, but
'Eddie ...'
'Hell, for years they talked about the atom bomb, the big boom that could wipe out the world. They should have talked about something else. At least that would have been quick. This makes nuclear fission look like a toy.'
'There's still a chance.'
'Not much, friend. Only one guy knew where those containers were planted and now he's dead.'
I shrugged and looked at him. 'So what's left to do?'
He finally broke a grin loose and waved his arms in mock disgust at me. 'I wish I could think like you, Mike. No kidding, I really do. I'd go out, find a few broads and start banging away until it was all over. Me, I'm just going to sit and sweat and swear and worry until my time comes to check out, then maybe I'll cry a little, get drunk as hell and not have to fight a hangover.'
'Pessimists are a pain in the butt,' I said.
'You're absolutely nuts, Mike. How can you stand there and ...'
'I have my own business to take care of.'
Eddie let out a grunt of disbelief. 'Still Lippy Sullivan? Just like things weren't ...'
'It keeps me busy,' I interrupted. I brought him up to date and by the time I was done he had almost forgotten about what was happening outside.
'Woody Ballinger's a rough boy to snag in a trap, Mike. He's been around. If that dip lifted something from his wallet and tried to shake him down for it, he was plain asking to be killed. You ought to let Woody do you a favor and knock him off.'
'Not this guy. As long as we still have murder one punishment, I want him to go through the whole damn torturous process.'
'So what can I do?'
I looked at my watch again. Time was going by fast. Outside, darkness had blacked out a wet city and the rain was still scratching against the windows. 'Do me a favor,' I said. 'Get a call through to Pat Chambers for me and tell him to drop the area around Ninety-second and get his men over to Columbus and One Hundred-tenth. If they spot Velda, don't tip her to the move. Can you do that?'
'Sure. Those kind of calls I can make, so long as I stay off the Big Subject.'
'They letting you broadcast?'
'Nothing live. I have to tape it first. They thought of everything.'
I looked around the room and grinned. 'Except this.'
'Yeah. Who makes appointments in men's rooms except sexual deviates?'
'Don't let it get around. That might make more news.'
Suddenly his eyes clouded. 'Wait until tomorrow. They really got a beaut cooked up. The public will flip, Wall Street stocks will tumble and the news outlets will eat it up. There won't be room enough in any paper or broadcast for anything else.'
'Oh? Why?'
'The President is scheduled to have a serious heart attack,' he said.
Caesar Mario Tulley hadn't shown up and nobody had seen him around since earlier in the day. Little Joe had taken up his usual rainy night station in the back booth of Aspen's Snack Bar, peering out the window, sipping one coffee after another.
He shrugged when I asked him and said, 'Don't worry about him, Mike. He'll show. A night like this, the kid makes out, all wet and sorry-looking. Wish I could make half of his take. The suckers feel worse over a long-haired kid in dirty clothes panhandling nickels than a guy like me with no legs.'
'Quit complaining,' I said- 'You got it made.'
Little Joe laughed and took another sip of his coffee. 'If I didn't I wouldn't be inside. Man, I had my times out there on nights like this. It was good hustling, but hell on the health. You look for him over at Leo's?'
'They didn't see him.'
'How about Tessie ... you know, Theresa Miller, that cute little whore from the Village. She never stops. If there's a live one on the street she'll tap him.'
'She saw him this afternoon, not since,' I said. 'Look, he told me he was going to see a friend. You know who he hangs out with?'
'Come on, Mike. Them hippies all look alike to me. Sure, I seen him with a few creeps before, but nobody I could finger. Hell, I don't even want to get close to 'em. He works his side of the street, I work mine. Look, why don't you try Austin Towers? Tall, lanky guy with a scraggly goatee. Always hangs out by the paper kiosk the next block down. He sells them kids pot and if anybody would know, he would.'
I told Little Joe thanks and flipped him a five-spot.
He grabbed it and grinned. 'I never refuse money,' he said.
Austin Towers didn't want to talk, but he thought it was a bust and didn't have time to dump the two paper bags he had in his raincoat pocket and gave me a resigned look and followed me into the semilit entrance of the closed shoe store.
'I want to talk to a lawyer,' he said.
All I did was look at him.
For a second he stared back, then dropped his eyes nervously and a tic pulled at the corner of his mouth.
I still didn't say anything.
'Listen, Mister ...'
I let him see the .45 under my coat and his eyes widened and he tried to swallow the lump in his throat. His voice was a hoarse whisper when he said, 'Man, look, look ... I'm just pushing grass. I ain't crowding nobody. I don't hold no hard stuff, not me. Man, it's all grass and who puts heat on grass? You guys want me out, I go pick another spot and ...'
'Where can I find Caesar?'
The relief that flooded his face swept over him like a wave. 'Oh, man, he ain't nothin', that guy. He just ...'
