Chapter 55
VINNIE WAS UP on the hill with his walkie-talkie. The rest of us were on the porch. I sat on the railing. Hawk leaned on the post by the porch steps. Tedy Sapp was making drinks.
'We have a position,' Chollo said, 'for your consideration, jefe.'
'We?'
'All us, for whom I, a simple Latino, am honored to speak.'
'That the same as simpleton?' I said.
'I do not think so. We are thinking that it makes no sense for us to sit here and wait for the Dell to attack us, when we could go out and slyly shoot them while they were still in their hole.'
'If we were to be successful, we'd have to massacre pretty much all of them,' I said.
'Si.'
'I don't want to do that,' I said.
'On the other hand, senor, we do not wish them to massacre us.'
'I was thinking maybe there'd be a third option,' I said. 'Maybe I can bust this murder case and then maybe we won't have to fight the Dell.'
'We would run?'
'It's a third option,' I said.
Nobody else said anything. Chollo took the drink that Tedy Sapp handed him, and took a sip and held it happily in his mouth for a moment before he swallowed it.
'You were not so reticent about shooting in Proctor when we were after that cop's wife,' Chollo said.
'We weren't shooting fish in a barrel.'
'We were risking women and children.'
'They were risking the women and children,' I said. 'We were getting Belson's wife out of there, and it was worth a massacre if it came to that.'
'And this situation is not worth a massacre?'
'No.'
Chollo thought about that. Everyone else was quiet.
'You do not have to do it,' Chollo said, without anger. 'We can do it, and when we have you can solve your murder.'
Sapp handed me some beer in a long-neck bottle. Blue Moon, a personal favorite. I had a pull.
'No,' I said.
Chollo didn't seem offended. Thoughtfully he rocked back in his chair. Bobby Horse sat beside him, both feet flat on the floor. Bernard was in another rocker, the second walkie-talkie on the table beside him. Tedy Sapp had stopped tending bar and was leaning on the wall, his arms folded. Even in repose, Sapp looked as if he were flexing. Chollo balanced his chair by touching his feet to the floor just often enough to keep the chair steady. He looked at Hawk.
'I'm with him,' Hawk said and nodded toward me.
'You would have a problem with shooting them?' Chollo said.
'No.'
'But you won't?'
'No.'
Chollo nodded slowly. He looked at Bobby Horse.
'We could go back to L.A.,' Bobby Horse said.
'Si.'
Chollo looked at Sapp.
'I vote for the massacre,' Sapp said.
'Bernard?' Chollo said.
'I just as soon shoot all of them that we can,' Bernard said.
Chollo turned back toward me.
'But I got something else,' Bernard said.
Chollo waited. Loose in his chair. Peaceful.
'We ought to do what he says.'
'Because?' Chollo asked.
'Because we said we would.'
