SIX
For eight, long boring days, Johnny remained in Freeman's cabin. During this time his beard made progress and his ankle mended.
Looking at himself in the mirror in the shower room, he saw how the beard altered his appearance and he felt confident, unless he was examined closely, that no one-would recognize him. He had got Freeman to drive into town and buy him two sets of khaki drill, a bush jacket and a bush hat, together with toilet things, shirts, socks and a suitcase.
Although, from time to time, his ankle still ached, he could now walk fairly well and he felt it was time to move on. He decided to pick up a south-bound truck on the freeway and make his way to Jackson. He was sure Fuselli would give him shelter for a time, and then when the heat had cooled off, he would go back and collect the money. By that time, his grey-black beard would be impressive and he felt the risk of returning had to be taken. With some of the money he had taken from Sammy, he would buy a used car, and still have plenty in hand.
But first, he must have information.
So on the eighth day, now dressed in khaki drill and wearing the bush hat, he asked Freeman to drive him into town.
'I've got to make a phone call,' he explained.
Johnny hadn't seen much of Freeman during his stay at the cabin. The snake man went off at dawn and seldom got back until dusk. They then spent a couple of hours together over supper and then both went to bed. But during those hours, Freeman never asked questions, talked easily about every subject under the sun and encouraged Johnny to read, and Johnny discovered the magic of books. The books he liked best were books on travel and sailing and Freeman had a good selection.
'Sure,' Freeman said. 'Are you thinking of leaving? You can stay here as long as you like, Johnny.'
'I've got to get on.'
'I'll miss you.'
This was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to Johnny and to hide his emotion, he gave Freeman a light punch on his arm.
'Yeah . . . that makes two of us, and I won't forget what you've done for me. Now listen, I've plenty of money. I want you to have two hundred for all you've done for me. Buy yourself a telly or something to remember me by.'
Freeman laughed.
'Appreciated but not accepted. That's one thing I never need . . . money. You keep it. You may need it . . . I won't.'
They drove into town early the following morning. Johnny felt naked and his eyes darted continuously to right and left. Under his bush jacket was his gun and he kept fingering the butt. But he saw no one suspicious. He went into the small hotel and shut himself in a call booth. He looked at his watch: the time was 08.10. Sammy should be getting up by now. He dialled the number and waited.
Sammy answered almost immediately.
'Sammy . . . this is Johnny.'
He heard Sammy catch his breath.
'I—I don't want to talk to you, Mr. Johnny. You could get me into bad trouble. I've got nothing to say to you.'
'Listen!' Johnny put a snap in his voice. 'You're my friend, Sammy . . . remember? I've done a lot for you . . . now it's your turn.'
He heard Sammy moan softly and he could imagine him, sweating, grey-faced and trembling.
'Yeah. What is it, Mr. Johnny? You took all my money. That wasn't nice. You're in real bad, and if they knew you were talking to me, I'd be in real bad too.'
'They won't know. Sammy . . . I had to have that money. You'll get it back. I promise. Don't worry about it. Are they looking for me?'
'They sure are! This Mr. Tanza is handling it! I heard the boss and Mr. Tanza talking while I was driving them. I don't know where you are and I don't want to know, but they're looking for you in Florida. They talked of someone called Fuselli. Toni and Ernie are out there. You've got to be careful, Mr. Johnny.'
Johnny stiffened. So the heat really was on! How the hell had Massino got on to Fuselli?
'Have you gone crazy, Mr. Johnny?' Sammy went on, his voice husky. 'You really took all that money? I can't believe it! Mr. Joe is like he's demented. I'd sooner collect than drive him. He scares me to death the way he acts!'
'I'll call you in a little while, Sammy,' Johnny said quietly. 'Keep your ears open. Don't worry about your money . . . you'll get it back. Just listen to everything the boss says. I need your help.'
'Mr. Johnny, please keep away from me. If they find out . . . please, Mr. Johnny. You keep my money. Just keep away from me,' and Sammy hung up.
Johnny stood motionless in the stuffy booth, staring out into the lounge of the hotel, feeling his heart beating heavily and a chill of fear down his spine. By going to Fuselli as he had planned, he could have walked into a trap. Now he really was on his own.
Leaving the booth, he went out into the sunshine and got in the car by Freeman's side.
