a gun at his. 'Does that count as a mixed message?'
'Give me the keys to your car,' she said.
'Is that the. 38 Baker McKenzie gave you?'
'Give me the goddamn car keys!'
'Or you'll shoot me like you shot Jack Cullan and Shirley Parker?'
Before Beth could answer, Tony Manzerio kicked in the back door, carrying a flashlight bigger than Mason's and a gun bigger than Beth's. Mason jumped to his feet.
'Steady, Batman,' Manzerio told him. 'I like you a lot better sitting down.' Mason hesitated, weighing his chances. 'Do it!'
Mason sat down, noticing that Beth was no longer pointing her gun at him. She wasn't pointing it at Manzerio either. Mason didn't know what she had done with her gun or whom she was likely to point it at next.
The momentary silence was broken by the sound of someone kicking the front door off its hinges. Ed Fiora and two men only slightly smaller than Manzerio made their way in the dark to the kitchen.
'Hey, Mason,' Fiora said as his two goons flanked him. 'It must be hard to tell who your friends are these days.'
The goons laughed and pointed their flashlights and guns at him. Mason held his hands up to shade his eyes from the glare.
'Can't tell the players without a program.'
'You are right about that.'
'Why were you following me?'
'I got something for you that you been looking for. I wanted to give it to you so maybe you'd get off my back. I sent Tony here to deliver it, only he couldn't catch up to you. You gave him the drop, but I figured you stayed at the farmhouse when we didn't see any other cars on the road.'
One of the goons handed Fiora a large envelope. He held it in one hand, tapped it against his other, and tossed it onto the table.
'Go ahead, open it.'
Mason picked up the envelope, guessing at its contents. Beth hung her head, looking away. He put the envelope back on the table.
'Not interested.'
'That's not what I hear. Tony,' Fiora said to Manzerio, 'Mason's dick has gone limp. Open that envelope for him.'
Manzerio stuffed his gun in his pocket and his flashlight under his arm, ripping the envelope open and fanning out pictures of Beth Harrell across the table. Mason kept his eyes on Fiora. Manzerio gripped the back of Mason's head like a melon, pushing his face at the pictures.
Beth was nude in each photograph, legs spread, squeezing and probing her body with her hands in some pictures, using a dildo in others. Her closed eyes and open mouth mimed a staged rapture that looked stag-film phony.
'Not bad for amateur stuff,' Fiora said, nodding at Manzerio, who released his grip on Mason's head.
'What do you want?' Mason asked.
'Like I told you, I want you to back off. You think I'm blackmailing this bitch with these pictures. Cullan gave me the pictures after I got my casino license. I never used them except to make sure she came to my New Year's Eve party.'
'So forcing her to come on to me while you watched on closed-circuit TV is just taking one of those edges you need every now and then? Is that it? Plus now I'm supposed to believe that you didn't have Cullan whacked so you could get rid of his file on you?'
'I knew all about Cullan's files. They didn't mean squat to me. Cullan couldn't take me down without taking himself down. Hell, I've got my own files. Everybody has files on everybody else. It's like nuclear bombs. Everyone wants them, but none of us can afford to use them.'
'Then who killed Jack Cullan?'
'I don't know and I don't care. It wasn't me or my boys. I may rough some chump up that tries to stiff me on a tab at the casino, but I got too good a thing going to whack my own lawyer or anybody else.'
'What about Shirley Parker?'
'Not my problem. Not my solution.'
'If you are so uninterested in Cullan's files, why did you make me that offer if I found them first?'
'That offer still stands. I knew who I was dealing with when Cullan had his files. I don't know who or what I'm dealing with if somebody else gets them. I got one more tip for you, Counselor.'
'What's that?'
'Cut out all that computer shit your wiseass gofer has been doing. I don't understand that shit, but my people tell me that anyone tries to get in my computer records leaves electronic footprints that lead right back to them. I had a little talk with that kid tonight. What's his name? Mickey something or other. By the way, I think you're going to need a new computer.'
'You hurt that kid and I'll-'
'You'll what, Mr. Big Shot? Kill me? Give it a rest. Like I told you, I might rough somebody up, but I don't whack anybody. I'm a businessman and I'm done doing business with you. Let's go, boys.'
As Fiora turned to leave, Beth whipped her gun from inside her coat and aimed at Fiora. Mason lunged across the table, shoving her gun hand high just as she fired. The bullet lodged in the ceiling.
'Don't shoot! Don't shoot!' Mason screamed as he tumbled on top of Beth and wrestled the gun from her.
Manzerio and the other two goons showered their flashlights on Mason and Beth as they lay in a tangle on the floor. Beth wept as Mason covered her body with his, looking over his shoulder at Fiora and his men.
'I owe you, Mason,' Fiora conceded, 'but I wouldn't turn my back on that crazy bitch if I was you.'
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
Mason kept Beth's gun but offered the photographs to her. She shook her head, saying that it didn't matter anymore. She stared out the window on the drive back to town, silent and wiping away an occasional tear.
Beth's gun was a. 45-caliber Beretta autopistol, not the. 38 Baker McKenzie had given her and not the. 38 used to kill Jack Cullan. He decided to hold onto the. 45 until he knew what kind of gun was used to kill Shirley Parker.
Mason called Mickey from the car. When he didn't answer, Mason called Harry and asked him to check out a possible break-in at his office and promised to meet him there as soon as possible.
When he parked in the garage at the Intercontinental Hotel, Beth made no move to get out of the car. Mason wasn't certain she could move at all.
'I'll take you upstairs,' he offered.
Beth got out of the car without answering and started toward the elevator. He caught up to her, cupping her elbow with his hand, a gesture she ignored. He followed her inside her apartment, turning on lights as she slumped onto a sofa. After making certain they were alone, Mason sat next to her.
He didn't know what to think or feel about her. He didn't understand why she would have taken the pictures, though he did understand why she tried to shoot Ed Fiora and wondered if the same thing had happened with Jack Cullan. Whatever the answers, he was afraid to leave her alone, but he had to make certain Mickey was okay.
'Don't worry,' she said, sensing his concern. 'I don't need to kill myself. I'm already dead.'
'Self-pity is a luxury for someone in your shoes.'
She lifted her chin from her chest, focusing her blank eyes on him. 'What do you suggest?'
'Start with the truth. How did your fingerprints end up in Cullan's bedroom?'
Beth looked away, biting her lower lip. 'You want me to tell you that I was holding on to the headboard while he fucked me doggie-style?'
'I don't care if the two of you got naked and howled at the moon. Just once, I'd like the truth. Did you take
