'Yes,' I said. 'I do know that.'
'So, what do you make of it?'
'You wanted Alexander's attention,' I said. 'You wanted to remind him of the kind of folks he was dealing with. So you had Louis hire a couple of local biceps to lean on anyone at all in Alexander's campaign. Couple of college kids were easy, and the two stiffs went for them.'
Vinnie looked at me for a long minute. Without moving his eyes he said, 'Ed, wait in the corridor.'
Ed turned and went out and closed the door behind him. Vinnie got up and moved his chair around so he was sitting beside me.
'What do you figure we want from Alexander?' he said. His voice was soft. Ed couldn't hear it if his ear were flat to the door.
'I figure you want him to lose.'
'Because?'
'Because you have a piece of Robert Browne and you and Joe like only sure things.'
Vinnie nodded thoughtfully. I drank a bit more coffee. Two cups a day was plenty.
'You're still good,' Vinnie said. 'You always been good, and you haven't slipped any.'
'Kind of you to say, Vinnie.'
'How'd you make the connection?'
'Saw you in the background of a Browne campaign picture.'
'What made you look?' Vinnie said.
'Somebody interferes with Alexander's campaign,' I said. 'Browne's a logical suspect. I just started looking at everything I could find on him.'
Vinnie drank some coffee. I wondered if he needed to cut back. He was about my age. Looked healthy, but you never could tell. You wake up one day and find you have to cut back on coffee. Scoundrel time.
Vinnie was shaking his head. 'You wouldn't go to the trouble,' he said. 'You wouldn't trace it all the way back to me just over a couple of gofers getting jostled.'
I waited. Vinnie was thinking things over. There was a little coffee left. I drank half of it. If I always drank just half of the remainder, it would never run out.
'Okay,' Vinnie said, 'we're in it. You know we're in it, and I'm betting you know how far.'
I smiled.
'You know we got the films of Mrs. Alexander.'
I smiled again.
'Alexander told you, and sicked you onto it. You came back from Springfield and did your research because you figured it was Browne okay, but not because of the small scuffle we organized. Because of the films. He show you the films?'
I smiled.
'Get a look if you can. Broad's really something-got an excellent-looking bush. Anyway, you did your research, saw that picture, went out to Springfield, and did what you did.'
I drank the last of the coffee. Half each time was only a theory. Like a tree falling soundlessly in the woods.
'It was a mistake,' Vinnie said. 'Hassling Alexander's staff was a mistake. But…'-he spread his hands-'spilt milk. The question we have before us, you might say, is where do we go from here?'
'If you drink too much coffee, doesn't it bother you?' I said.
'No, drink it all day. Doesn't do a thing. You want Ed to get some more?'
'No.'
'So where do we go, Spenser?'
'Maybe I can try tea, or some of that decaffeinated stuff.'
'Stop,' Vinnie said. 'That stuff's slop. Coffee or nothing is the way I go.'
I nodded.
Vinnie said, 'Besides your problems with caffeine, you got any thoughts on our situation?'
'You got something on Mrs. Alexander and I want it and you don't want me to have it,' I said.
'And we don't want you trying to get it,' Vinnie said.
'But I'm going to get it anyway.'
Vinnie nodded. 'We could go public with the films if you get annoying.'
'And then you've shot your hold on Alexander,' I said. ' 'Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose.''
'Yeah, but his chances of election are zilch.'
'Maybe not,' I said. 'Maybe he rises above it. Maybe it backfires and people suspect Browne of the whole thing and give Alexander the sympathy vote.'
It was warm in my office. Vinnie got up and took off his overcoat and folded it carefully over the back of my other office chair.
'And maybe it brings in the cops and the feds,' I said, 'and everybody's investigating the blackmail and they look more closely into Browne and you've lost your tame congressman.'
Vinnie pursed his lips and shrugged.
'And you've thought of all that,' I said, 'or you'd have done it already. You wouldn't be here.'
'And if Alexander were willing to go that route, he wouldn't have you gumshoeing around looking into it,' Vinnie said.
'Maybe,' I said. 'Or maybe he won't unless he has to.
I say we have a standoff. You blow the whistle on Mrs. Alexander, and I'll blow the whistle on Robert Browne.'
''Course we could kill you,' Vinnie said.
'Hard to do,' I said.
'But not impossible,' Vinnie said.
'Can't prove it by me,' I said. 'But say you do, what happens then?'
'People look into it,' Vinnie said. He was looking out the window as he spoke, and a small thought-wrinkle appeared vertically between his eyebrows. 'I don't know how many people you've talked with about Browne's connection. Knowing you, not many. Still, we buzz you and people will wonder. That goddamned nigger could be bothersome.'
'Especially when I mention that you called him a goddamned nigger.'
Vinnie shook his head and made a slight pushing gesture with his hand. 'It's the way I talk,' he said. 'I know Hawk. Something happens to you, he'll be a royal pain in the ass till he gets it straightened out.'
I waited. Vinnie thought some more. Then he smiled.
'So for the moment, say we don't buzz you. We still got things our way. We got Browne in our pocket, and if he loses, then we got Alexander in our pocket, 'cause we got the films.'
'So far,' I said.
'So far,' Vinnie said. 'We'd rather have Browne, all things being equal. He's in place, and we know him, and he's not as stupid as Alexander. But Meade would do in a pinch.'
'He'll be pleased with the endorsement,' I said.
Vinnie grinned his cold, genuine grin. 'He'll have to be,' he said.
I thought about things after Vinnie left. It didn't sit right, none of it.
I'd thought up a lot of good reasons why they didn't just go public with Ronni in the buff, but they didn't persuade me. The reasoning was too subtle for Joe Broz. Broz was old-fashioned and direct. His idea of finesse was to wire a bomb to your ignition. He wouldn't pussyfoot around with this. He'd spread the picture around and expect Alexander to go down the tube. And he'd be right. Alexander's constituency would not swallow having their hero married to the Whore of Babylon. And his opponents would be so heartened and amused that Alexander couldn't get elected to Cuckolds Unlimited. I knew something Vinnie didn't. I knew that Alexander would go in the tank for them rather than let his wife be smeared. I looked at my watch: ten of eleven. Too early for Irish whiskey.
The more I thought about things, the more they didn't make any sense. It wasn't Broz's style. It wasn't even Vinnie's. It was about Ed's style. It was something that should have been simple and was being complicated. Usually when that happened to something I was trying to figure out, it meant that there was too much I didn't
