“How?”
“Well, I probably should not return to the Naples area for a while. An officer matching my description is wanted for the theft of penicillin from the hospital at Caserta. I knew I needed something to bargain with, and nothing will make the owner of a bordello talk more than a supply of penicillin for his girls.”
“It’s practically a public service,” Big Mike said.
“Sure it is. So you got someone to talk.”
“Yes. Ileana was recovering south of Naples, at a farm. She had been badly beaten. As it turns out, she and Landry really were in love. She rejected him at first, fearing that he would cast her aside. But he persisted, and she came to love him. They had a plan for him to take her away, but they kept up the story of her milking him for money, so Inzerillo would not be suspicious.”
“Let me guess,” I said. “Landry told Flint.”
“Yes. He asked for his help. Instead, Flint went to Bar Raffaele and paid for Ileana’s services. He intended to humiliate Landry, to ruin their love. But he could not perform, and Ileana made the mistake of laughing at him. He nearly killed her. He threatened Inzerillo with the same if he said anything, and told Ileana he would kill Landry if she revealed what had happened.”
“Then what happened to Inzerillo?”
“Flint’s game was not over. He told Landry that Inzerillo had beaten Ileana, so they both went to confront him.” “That was the story about going to pay for damages,” I said.
“Yes. Landry demanded to see Ileana, but Inzerillo had already sent her off. Ileana later found out what had happened from one of the girls who had visited her. There was a fight, and that is when Flint beat Inzerillo and threatened to kill him. Apparently Landry managed to stop Flint, who had flown into a bloody rage. Inzerillo escaped, and Ileana’s friend heard Landry tell Flint that he would get him help, because he was a good friend and a good soldier. But that he needed help to control himself.”
“That was his death sentence,” I said. “Landry got Galante to talk with Flint, to treat him off the books, as a favor. Landry knew something big was about to happen, and I’m sure he didn’t want to lose a good squad leader.”
“Good?” Cosgrove said. “Hardly seems like a good solider.”
“An armed man with no remorse. No hesitation, no second thoughts. No soul. He’ll never suffer shell shock, combat fatigue, whatever you call it. And a master manipulator to boot. Makes for an effective killer. Landry just didn’t understand who he was dealing with. He probably thought Galante could treat him with some pills and sack time.”
“But why would Flint care what Galante said? He hadn’t murdered anyone yet, and the MPs wouldn’t get too worked up over a pimp with a bloody nose,” Big Mike said.
“Because Galante understood what Flint really was, and wanted to treat him for it,” I guessed. “With all good intentions, he was going to take away the one thing that Flint valued above all else. War. He’s like an alkie, or a kleptomaniac, except that instead of booze or theft, he’s addicted to killing.”
“So he kills this chap Galante, then the lieutenant, if I understand the sequence,” Cosgrove said. “But he uses the ruse of the playing cards to reverse the order, to throw off the investigation?”
“Yes, and according to Doc Cassidy, this scheme then took on a life of its own in his mind. Since he failed to kill Harding, switching to a German opened things up for him. Best bet is that he’s going to try for an international royal flush.”
“Everybody up to speed?” Harding asked as he joined the group.
“I think so, except for how we’re going to pick up Flint.”
“You know where his unit is?” Big Mike asked. “Let’s go put the cuffs on him.”
“Hold on,” Harding said. “Boyle, you were with them this afternoon, and they’re not going anywhere tonight. I don’t want to risk approaching him in the dark. Some trigger-happy GI is likely to think we’re enemy infiltrators. Let him be, and we’ll go in at dawn, with a couple of supply trucks. It will look completely normal.”
“Perhaps we could put this uniform to good use,” Cosgrove said. “Why not proceed with the plan? You said you already alerted division headquarters. What could be more normal than carrying on with the inspection? I imagine you’d like some actual proof, wouldn’t you?”
“Listen, my kid brother is in Flint’s platoon. I don’t want to take any chances.”
“I think Major Cosgrove is right,” Kaz said. “You may put Danny in greater danger by going after Flint directly. If he thinks he is about to be taken, he could try to harm Danny. But if we tempt him with our general, he might be vulnerable.”
“That makes sense, Boyle,” Harding said. “If he has time to react when he sees you, he could take Danny and others down with him. But if he thinks he’s stalking a general, he might go at it alone.”
“Why don’t I walk over and plug him?” Big Mike said. “He don’t know me from Adam. I’m just saying.”
“All the same, my good man, I think we should proceed with some attempt at legal proceedings,” Cosgrove said. “Which will be more productive if we catch him in the act. All we can charge him with now, with any hope of conviction, is assault on this Ileana girl. There’s no evidence against him otherwise.”
“Okay,” Harding said. “General Paget will inspect the battalion in the reserve area at 0700 hours. I’ll pass the word along so Flint will hear about it tonight. Boyle, you need to sit this one out. You’ll only spook him.”
“I guess so. Sir.”
“I still say I should plug him, Sam,” Big Mike said.
“Thanks, Big Mike, but I’d rather see you keep those stripes,” Harding said. “I had the personnel section pull the files on Landry’s platoon, so you and Major Cosgrove can check Flint’s photograph, along with others.” Harding shoved a pile of folders toward Big Mike, leaving a stack behind. The dead.
“Hey,” Big Mike said, opening Flint’s file and looking at the army photograph. “This is Flint?”
“Yes,” Harding said. “Memorize the face.”
“I don’t have to. I saw this guy down at the docks, when I was waiting for Kaz. He stood out because he ducked behind a truck, like he’d spotted someone he didn’t want to see.”
“Was this guy with him?” I pulled Danny’s photograph from his file.
“Didn’t see him.”
“They were both sent down to the docks to pick up replacements. Danny should have been with him.”
“Billy, there were hundreds of guys milling around. I could have missed him easy,” Big Mike said. He was right. It probably meant nothing. My gut told me otherwise.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
I watched the small column leave at 0600, Big Mike at the wheel of a staff car and Cosgrove in back, the red stripe on his service cap proclaiming his general’s rank at a glance. A jeep full of MPs provided escort, nothing out of the ordinary for a VIP. Soon after that, Harding, Kearns, and Kaz drove out, an MP sergeant at the wheel. The plan was for them to hang back and observe, waiting for Flint to make his move.
It was a good plan, and it made sense to leave me out of it. Still, I wished I could be there to keep Danny out of trouble. But if all went as planned, I’d have another shot at getting him transferred out, and I had to settle for that.
Military police had set up shop in a municipal building near headquarters. They had coffee brewing and a good cellar in case of an air raid, so I waited there for news from Harding. The MPs had a radio in their vehicle, and would call in as soon as something happened.
The Germans were shelling around the clock, not always a massive barrage, but enough to keep everyone awake and jumpy. Last night had been no exception, and between air-raid sirens, antiaircraft fire, and the Kraut artillery, I hadn’t slept much. I was pouring my second cup of joe when a clerk from HQ came in looking for me. I had mail. From Boston. It was over six weeks old, but I was amazed it had even caught up with me.
It was from my mother, of course. Dad might scribble a line or two at the end, but it was always Mom who wrote. She caught me up on family news, cousins getting married, a new baby born to the neighbors, the onset of winter. Then she got to Danny. She had just heard about the ASTP program being cancelled, and was worried about him being sent overseas. Could I ask Uncle Ike about him? See that he got a job in London, perhaps? Stay safe, and
