Later, when they were having breakfast, Johnny said casually, 'I'll see you tonight, baby. We'll go to Luigi's.'
Melanie, happily eating pancakes and syrup, nodded.
'Yes, Johnny.'
He paused, not quite sure how to tell her. Goddamn it! He thought, this can't be complicated. Tell her half the truth. She'll buy anything . . . just half the truth.
'Baby, I have a job to do tonight,' he said as he cut into his pancake. 'Are you listening?'
She looked up. The syrup was making a tiny trickle down her chin.
'Yes.'
'This job is nothing to do with my boss and he wouldn't want me to do it. It means a little more money for me, but Massino mustn't know about it.' He paused and looked at her. She was listening. Her black eyes were already showing signs of panic. She had always been terrified of Massino and hated Johnny working for him. 'There's nothing to worry about,' he went on, his voice soft and soothing. 'You know what an alibi means?'
She put down her knife and fork and nodded.
'I need an alibi, baby, and I want you to supply it. Nov listen, tonight, we eat at Luigi's, then we come here. I leave my car outside. Around midnight, I'll leave you for thirty minutes while I do this job. I come back and if any questions are asked you say I didn't leave you once we got back after dinner. Get it?'
Melanie put her hands to her face and her elbows on the table. It was a bad sign, Johnny told himself that she had now lost interest in her food.
'What job?' she asked.
He too suddenly didn't want anything more to eat. He pushed his plate aside and lit a cigarette.
'That's something you needn't know, baby,' he said. 'It's a job. All you have to tell anyone who might ask is that we spent the night here together and I didn't leave you for a second. Will you do that?'
She stared at him, her soft black eyes frightened. 'Who will ask?'
'The chances are no one will ask, baby.' He forced a smile. 'But maybe the fuzz will ask . . . maybe Massino.'
She flinched.
'I don't want trouble, Johnny. No . . . don't ask me to do it.'
He pushed back his chair and stood up. He had half expected this reaction, knowing Melanie as he did. He moved to the window and looked down at the slow- moving traffic. He was sure of her. She would do it, he told himself, but she needed to be persuaded.
He let a long silence build up, then turning, he came back to the table and sat down.
'I've never asked you to do anything for me, have I? Not once. I've done a lot for you. You have this apartment, the furniture, you have lots of things I have given you, but never once have I asked you to do anything for me . . . now, I'm asking. It's important.'
She stared at him.
'I just have to say that you were here tonight and you didn't leave?'
'That's it. You say after we had dinner at Luigi's we came back here and I didn't leave here until eight o'clock in the morning. Get it? I didn't move from here from ten tonight until eight tomorrow.'
Melanie looked down at her cold pancake.
'Well, if it's so important, I guess I could say that,' she said doubtfully.
'That's fine.' He wished he could convey to her how important it was. 'So, okay, you'll do it?'
'I don't like doing it, but I'll do it.'
He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to control his exasperation.
'Baby, this is serious. The fuzz could yell at you. You know how the fuzz act. You must stick with this. Even if Massino bawls at you, you must stick with this . . . Do you understand?'
'Must I do it, Johnny? I'd rather not.'
He fondled her hand, trying to instil confidence in her.
'You'll be repaying a debt, baby. Don't you want to help me?'
She stared at him for a long moment, her eyes showing her fear, then she put her other hand over his and gripped it hard.
'Okay, Johnny . . . I'll do it.'
And he knew by the tone of her voice she would do it and he relaxed.
He got to his feet and she came around the table to press herself against him. His hand slid up under her nightdress and cupped her heavy buttocks.
'I've got to get moving, baby,' he said. 'See you tonight. Don't worry . . . it's nothing, baby . . . just a little lie.'
Leaving her, he ran down the stairs and to where he had parked his car. Ten minutes later, he was back in his apartment. He shaved and showered. As he stood under the cold water, he wondered if Melanie would have the guts to face Massino if things turned sour. Maybe she would. He touched his St. Christopher medal. The trick with this steal was not to let Massino nor the fuzz even suspect who had taken the money.
He drove up to Massino's office, arriving there a few minutes to io.00. Toni Capello and Ernie Lassini were
