Shaker obliged. He let Andre slump to the floor and dropped the sap. Then went for his jacket pocket. But by that time I was behind him. I grabbed his arm and pulled the pistol out of his pocket.
“What? What? What?” he asked.
I almost laughed.
“You ain’t gonna kill nobody t’day, Shaker.”
“Get get get.” His eyes were glazed over, I don’t think he had any idea of what was happening.
“You got some whiskey?” I asked Andre.
“In the kitchen.” Andre blinked his enormous eyes at me and made to rise. He was so shaken it took him two attempts to make it to his feet. Blood cascaded down his loose blue shirt. He was a mess.
“Get it,” I said.
Linda was still screaming. Her voice was already gone, though. Instead of a chicken she’d begun to sound like an old, hoarse dog barking at clouds.
I grabbed her by the shoulders and shouted, “Shut up, woman!”
I heard something fall, and when I turned around I saw Shaker going at Andre again. He had him by the throat this time.
I boxed Shaker’s ears, then I sapped him with the barrel of his gun. He hit the ground faster than if I had shot him.
“He was gonna kill me.” Andre sounded surprised.
“Yeah,” I said. “You spendin’ his money, drivin’ his car, an’ fuckin’ his wife. He was gonna kill you.”
Andre looked like he didn’t understand.
I went over to Linda and asked, “How much of Shaker’s money you got left?”
“ ’Bout half.” The fear of death had knocked any lies she might have had right out of her head.
“How much is that?”
“Eighteen hundred.”
“Gimme sixteen.”
“What?”
“Gimme sixteen an’ then you take two an’ get outta here. That is, ’less you wanna go back with him?” I motioned my head toward Shaker’s body.
Andre got the money. It was in a sock under the mattress.
While I counted out Linda’s piece she was throwing clothes into a suitcase. She was scared because Shaker showed signs of coming to. It didn’t fluster me, though. I would have liked to sap him again.
“Come on, baby,” Linda said to Andre once she was packed. She wore a rabbit fur and a red box hat.
“I just come from Juanita, Andre,” I said. “Li’l Andre want you back, an’ you know this trick is over.”
Andre hesitated. The side of his face was beginning to swell, it made him resemble his own infant son.
“You go on, Linda,” I said. “Andre already got a family. And you cain’t hardly take care of both of you on no two hundred dollars.”
“Andre!” Linda rasped.
He looked at his toes.
“Shit!” was the last word she said to him.
I said, “There’s a bus stop ’bout four blocks up, on Alessandro.”
She cursed me once and then she was gone.
“My car is the Ford out front,” I said to Andre after I watched Linda slog through the mud toward the end of their street. “You go get in it an’ I’ll talk to the man here.”
Andre took a small bag from the closet. I laughed to myself that he was already packed to leave.
I sat and watched Shaker writhing on the floor and rolling his eyes. He wasn’t aware yet. While enjoying the show I took three hundred dollars from the wad that Linda left. He came to his senses about fifteen minutes later. I was sitting in front of him, hugging the back of a folding chair. He looked up at me from his knees.
“Thirteen hundred was all they had left. Here you go,” I said, throwing the sock in his face.
“Where Linda?”
“She had somewhere to go.”
“Wit’ Andre?”
“He’s wit’ me. I’ma take him home to his family.”
“I’ma kill that boy, Easy.”
“No you not, Shaker,” I said. “ ’Cause Andre is under my protection. You understand me? You best to understand, ’cause I will kill you if anything happens to him. I will kill you.”
“We had a deal, Easy.”
“An’ I met it. You got your car, you got all the money that’s left, an’ you’ wife don’t want you; killin’ Andre ain’t gonna stop that. So leave it be or we gonna have it out, an’ you know you ain’t gonna win that one neither.”
Shaker believed me, I could see it in his eyes. As long as he thought I was a poor man he’d be scared of me. That’s why I kept my wealth a secret. Everybody knows that a poor man’s got nothing to lose; a poor man will kill you over a dime.
17
Winthrop Hughes got to his feet and I walked him to his car. I kept his pistol and his blackjack in case he saw Linda or he decided to come against me and Andre.
He drove off, cursing and threatening to complain to Mofass. Andre and I took off about twenty minutes later.
“Thank you, Easy,” Andre said as we pulled onto the highway. The fright had made him courteous. “You really saved my butt back there.”
I didn’t say anything. Andre held my handkerchief to the gash in his forehead as he looked from side to side like a dog who needed to be let out.
After a while I asked him, “Where you wanna go, Andre?”
“Um, well.” He hesitated. “Maybe you could drop me off at my auntie’s over on Florence.”
I shook my head. “Police already got that covered, man.”
“Say what?”
I was quiet again. I wanted Andre to be scared for his life.
“What you mean ’bout the cops, Easy?”
“They been lookin’ for you, Andre. They been askin’ ’bout you.”
“Who?”
“The police,” I said.
Andre seemed to relax.
“And some man from the FBI.”
I might as well have thrown hot oil in his face.
“No!”
“It’s the truth, man,” I said. “You know Shaker got me to look for you ’cause he wanted Linda back and he told me the government might pay somethin’ for you. You lucky that I didn’t want to play his game. I went over t’ask Juanita what I should do an’ she said that you’ boy needed his daddy.”
“Thanks,” Andre said, but he was looking out of the window. Maybe he was thinking of throwing himself into the road.
“What them cops want?” I asked.
“I dunno, man. They musta made some mistake or sumpin’.”
“You gonna tell me?”
“Tell you what? I ain’t seen no cops. I just been out here wit’ Linda, that’s all.”
“You want me to drive you to the cops, Andre? ’Cause you know I will.”
“Why you wanna mess wit’ me, Easy? I ain’t done nuthin’ t’you.”
