Irritation. A rip in the fabric. But still the floating.
“Can you hear me?”
Answer. Easier that way. “Yes.”
“What do you want with George Uhl?”
“Money.”
“What money?”
“My money. Our money.”
“George Uhl has money belonging to you? Does he?”
“Yes.”
“How did he get your money?”
“Double cross.”
“On a robbery?” , “Yes.”
“Tell me about the robbery.”
Complicated question. Irritation. Painful.
“Tell me about the robbery.”
Easier to answer. “Bank. Four string. Benny Weiss. Phil Andrews. George Uhl. Thirty-three grand. Uhl shot Weiss. Shot Andrews. Burned house down.”
“How did you get away?”
“Out window.”
“Does he know you’re still alive?”
“Yes.”
“Was thirty-three thousand your piece or the whole pie?”
“Whole.”
“Do you know where George Uhl is?”
“No.”
“Do you know how to find him?”
“Matt Rosenstein. Ask Matt Rosenstein.”
“Any other way?”
“No.”
“There aren’t any other links to Uhl?”
“Benny Weiss.”
“Isn’t he dead?”
“Yes.”
“So Rosenstein is the only lead you have.”
“So Rosenstein is the only lead you have.”
“Is Rosenstein the only lead you have?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have any other business with Rosenstein?”
“No.”
“Are you a threat to Rosenstein?”
“No.”
“Can you find Uhl if Rosenstein won’t help you?” Hard question. Irritation. Pain. “Can you find Uhl if Rosenstein won’t help you?”
“No. Maybe. No. Maybe some way.”
“How?”
“Don’t know.”
“What will you do if you can’t find Uhl?”
“Something else.”
“That’s good. Good-bye, Mr. Parker.” Floating. Blue. Blue and black. Deeper. Drowning in blue and black. Going down. Going out. Gone.
Five
