Hard Candy

and fade away. They know you had nothing to do with it.'

'I owe you any money?'

'I'm good.'

That was the truth.

95

I KNOW HOW to wait. When I was in prison, I never thought of going over the wall. I wasn't doing a life sentence, and I wasn't ready to go straight once I was out. I let a couple of days slide by slow. No sense pressuring Morehouse- he'd get it done or he wouldn't.

But if he didn't…

The trust-fund hippies who live underneath my office don't stir until midafternoon. I think they call getting high 'performance art' now.

Mama answered herself. In rapid-fire Mandarin.

'It's me.'

'Letter come for you.'

'At the restaurant?' Wesley? Julio's morons telling me they knew where I lived?

'Yes. Last night.'

'See you soon.'

96

AS SOON AS Mama put it in front of me, I knew it wasn't from Wesley. Or Julio. Thick, cream-colored envelope, felt more like cloth than paper. Nothing on the outside. I flexed it in my fingers. Not a letter-bomb. One sheet inside, matching the envelope.

The words flowed so smoothly onto the paper they could have been squeezed from a tube. Icing on the devil's cake.

'Ask me. I know.'

No signature. I didn't need one.

Strega.

97

I SMOKED a cigarette, thinking it through. Smoked a couple more. It had to be connected- not one of her witchy games.

I'm not sure how I remembered the number. She answered halfway through the first ring.

'I know who this is.'

'Okay. What else do you know?'

'I know what you want to know. Come and see me and I'll tell you.'

'Say it now. It'll only take a second.'

'Longer than that. Come and see me. You want to do it anyway.'

'No I don't. We settled that.'

'Nothing's settled. If I wanted to talk on the phone, I would have called you.'

I bit into the filter of my cigarette. 'I'll meet you. Remember where we first talked?'

'You're afraid to come here.'

'Yes.'

'Afraid of me.'

'That too.

'You can't meet me outdoors. You know better than that. You know what I have to tell you. Make a choice. I'll be here tonight. From when it gets dark to when it gets light.'

98

THE CAR radio said it was unseasonably warm. Mid-fifties. I felt the chill coming from her house before I got it in sight. Pulled around behind. Backed the Plymouth into the empty space outside the garage. The connecting door was open. I stepped inside. I knew the way.

She was in her black-and-white living room, perched on the edge of the easy chair, flashy legs crossed, elbow on her knee, one hand cupping her chin. Fire-streaked hair combed back from her little fox face.

'I kept it warm for you,' she said, getting to her feet, heels clicking on the marble floor as she closed the distance between us.

I stood rooted. Nothing was going to get me back in that chair again.

She took both my hands, holding them gently, watching my face. She was wearing a white silk T-shirt that came to mid-thigh. The kind women tie a belt around and make into a dress.

'Sit in the chair. Your chair, remember?'

'No.'

'No what?'

'No, I won't sit in the chair.'

'But you do remember?'

'Yeah.'

'I won't ask you again.'

'Good.'

She led me to the couch, still holding both my hands. Sat down, pulling me down with her. Pulled one of my hands to her mouth, a dark slash in the room, tiny perfect white teeth gleamed. She kissed my hand. Licked it. Turned her face up to watch mine again. Put my hand in her mouth, sucked on my thumb. Bit it, hard.

'You still taste good.'

'What is it that you know? That you wanted me to ask you?'

'Julio told me. He tells me anything. He can never pay off his debt. This crazy man- this killer, they want you to deliver money to him so they can grab him. They're going to leave you there.'

'You think that's news?'

'They're going to force you. Very soon. They know how to do it.'

'What's the hurry?'

'Their little don, he's so afraid. Hiding in his little house. In the basement, like a cockroach. He's afraid, so they're all afraid. He can't wait. He wants to go to his nightclubs, ride in his big car, visit his gumare…big man. Now he can't do that.'

'Okay. Thanks.'

Her fingers were twisted in my coat. 'Julio hates you. Because you know. What he did to me. He knows you know. I never told him, but he knows. He's put it out that you work with this maniac. The one who did the killing on Sutton Place.'

'I already knew that. I got arrested for a homicide I had nothing to do with. That was his work too.'

'I could have had Julio taken out years ago. I waited. To make him pay. But he could never pay. It's time for him to go.'