He liked it during the day, the cute ladies sitting around playing music, laughing at things he said. But he didn't care for the white Johns any, their attitude. Mostly it was a businessman who'd bring a customer to have a party and try grass and cocaine for the first time. (The ladies usually kept a couple of grams in the refrigerator. Ordell said he would not tolerate any scag though. He told them if he saw any lady in a scag nod he'd throw her ass out the window.) So Ordell would have these businessmen stumbling around in their skivvies sneezing, spilling drinks, shit, middle-aged jitterbugs trying to dance salsa with the cute ladies who'd be giggling, having some fun with them. Ordell said he knocked that shit off after four months and Sandy left with her girlfriends.
Ordell said he saw the man right here the first time. The man had brought somebody worked for a bank and bought them a $200 evening, about four hours worth of bullshit and a half hour in the bed. Ordell had found out the man was a big condominium developer-builder in the suburbs and, Sandy said Gigi said, he was also a property owner downtown. Property owner meaning a slum landlord, Ordell had thought at first.
'But no. Property owner meaning Dynamic Realty, which is the same almost as Dynamic Improvement Company,' Ordell had said to Louis Sunday evening, driving home from the tour. 'Now, you understand what I'm saying?' Louis had said, 'Not all the way yet, but it's coming together.'
So Louis had been sitting in the La-Z-Boy and getting up to eat, sitting there and getting up to go out and pick up a lady and get laid, twice--in between listening to Ordell tell him how they were going to make a million dollars and looking at the sights Ordell showed him. Louis did not get excited or ask many questions. He let Ordell make his presentation and dribble out things the way he wanted, taking his time. As Ordell said, 'Be cool, Louis. You ain't got to be anywhere but with me.' (For about six years, in high school and in the Navy and a little after that, Louis had been Lou; but Ordell always called him Louis. Ordell said, 'Looo. That's not a name, man, that's a sound. Some places it's a toilet.')
Ordell and Louis had a good time looking at the masks.
Ordell had four Richard Nixon rubber faces; four because he originally believed it would require four people and he thought it would be funny if they were all Nixon and there was a witness wondering maybe if one of them was real. He and Louis put on Nixon faces for awhile and said, 'Now I want to be perfectly clear on that,' and tried to drink beer through the faces. Louis said yes, it would be funny, but who was gonna laugh, the cops?
Ordell had some horror masks he liked: rubber faces of different monsters, green and gray ones with big bug eyes and snaggled teeth. He had a Frankenstein monster mask he said was for Richard Edgar Monk. He had a good vampire face Louis liked, but it was too hot after a couple of minutes. They were all too hot, Louis said. Ordell said, here's a witch one. Here's, hey, some funny cartoon characters, Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck and Goofy.
Louis said they were too hot, you couldn't breathe in them. He said, 'Don't you have any, you know, those little black masks, they just cover your eyes?'
Yeah, he had them. 'I was thinking about for the lady,' Ordell said, ''stead of a blindfold, but we could wear 'em too.'
Louis put on one of the small black masks and turned his head to look around, trying it out. Then Ordell put one on and they both began to grin. This was the mask they'd use--no question about it now--the kind you always saw on crooks in cartoons and old comic strips: the guy with a mask and a cap like Louis' and a striped sweatshirt opening up the safe.
Ordell said he was also thinking--to wear instead of regular clothes?--these warm-up suits he saw at K-mart, fifteen bucks, blue with a yellow stripe down the pants. Louis stared at him and Or-dell said, 'No, huh?' Louis said no.
'Otherwise what do you think?' Ordell waited. 'Well,' Louis said. 'I don't see a schedule of events.'
'It's loose, but it can go any time now. See, what we are, we're flexible,' Ordell said.
Louis thought some more. 'Where'd you say the bank is?'
'Freeport, Grand Bahama Island. Called the Providence Bank and Trust, in the Churchill Building.'
'How do you know that's where his money is? Or it's still there?'
'Because of my good friend Mr. Walker,' Ordell said, 'who draws $300 a month from the account I opened when I went down. My friend Mr. Walker, a onetime bone-fisherman going big-time with a twenty-foot Boston Whaler and a '72 Vega imported from Miami. See, right away the gator in him come out and he began flashing. But it's cool, because Mr. Walker is right next to Lisabeth Cooper who works at the Providence Bank and Trust and has the second biggest pair of titties in the Bahamas on ladies twenty-five or younger. She keep Mr. Walker informed.'
'Who has the biggest pair?' Louis said.
'Lady live out at Eight Mile Rock, also a close friend of his. Hey, you think the colud chicks here have high asses, wait, man.'
'You must've spent some time there, doing your homework.'
'I went there the first time--I never told you?-- it was, must've been seven-eight years ago. That was when I first met Cedric Walker, the bone-fisherman. I had this idea how to take off this entire hotel, every room in about twenty-five minutes, but we never done it.'
'Why not?'
'I'll tell you about it sometime. What else you feel about this one?'
'Well--' Louis had to think. 'We tell the man to switch the money from his account payable to your account. Then he's gonna know who you are, right?'
Ordell shook his head. 'He only knows what my number is. They number accounts. We call the bank, find out it's been deposited. Then we write a check, transfer the whole thing to another number account in Nassau.'
'We?' Louis said.
'That's right. I got a form you're gonna sign, make it a joint account.'
'How'd you learn all this banking stuff?'
'Talking to people, man. It ain't hard. They understand you got money, you can do anything you want. Pay a little bit here and there, shit, it's easy.'
'Okay,' Louis said, 'the guy's pulling about fifty grand a month out of Detroit, the apartments and whatnot, and banking it in the Bahamas for his retirement.'
'Not declaring it, paying any taxes, any of that shit,' Ordell said.
'Okay,' Louis said, 'why isn't that enough?
Hold that over his head. He pays or you go to the Federal Building. I mean why do we have to complicate it with something they can call in the FBI for?'
'Because I know he's doing it,' Ordell said, 'but I can't prove it in the Federal Building. You think the man's dumb? I told you, there's no papers with his name on it. Ray Shelby is the president of Dynamic and there's nothing says the man is behind him and making all the money.'
'How come he trusts Ray Shelby?'
'I don't know,' Ordell said. 'Maybe he's got pictures of Ray doing it with a donkey. What I think is, the man pays him enough, that's all. Ray's got a good deal.'
'How come Ray tells you all this?'
'Ray doesn't know he's telling me. You squeeze out a little bit here and there and put it together. Peek in Ray's office, that house-trailer, when he's not there and look around. Ray was the man's construction super before the man set him up downtown, doing the apartments.'
'Okay,' Louis said, 'we send the guy a note, we call him or what?'
'We call him on the phone.'
'He's not gonna like it.' That was a dumb thing to say, but Louis was trying to think of everything at once and he was starting to think out loud. He said, 'She never sees us, who we are.'
'No, she don't see us. She got the mask on with tape over the eyeholes.'
'How about--okay, let's say he's scared enough, he doesn't see any choice. He doesn't call the cops. He goes through with it, he pays.'
'Yeah? That's the way it's supposed to work.'
'What's his wife gonna think? How come he didn't call the cops, the FBI?'
Ordell frowned. 'Because they get into it, it's his ass. They want to know how come he's got all that money in the Bahamas.'
'I mean what if she doesn't know about it?' Louis said. 'After, what does he tell her?'
'He tells her to hush her mouth.' Ordell still looked puzzled. 'What difference it make what he tells her? If
