The Tomb (Repairman Jack)

'I don't know, Mr. Bahkti, I—'

'You must! There can be no refusal!'

A new note had crept in. This was not a man used to hearing no. The tone had never set well with Jack.

'You don't understand. My time is already taken up with other—'

'Mr. Jack! Are the other matters crucial to a woman's life? Can they not be put aside for even a short while? My grandmother was mercilessly beaten on the streets of your city. She needs help that I cannot give her. So I've come to you.'

Jack knew what Mr. Bahkti was up to. He thought he was pushing Jack's buttons. Jack mildly resented it, but he was used to it and decided to hear him out anyway.

Bahkti had already launched into his narrative.

'Her car—an American car, I might add—broke down last night. And when she—'

'Save it for later,' Jack told him, happy to be the one doing the cutting-off for a change.

'You will meet me at the hospital? She is in St. Clare's—'

'No. Our first meeting will be where I say. I meet all customers on my home turf. No exceptions.'

'Very well,' Bahkti said with a minimum of grace. 'But we must meet very soon. There is so little time.'

Jack gave him the address of Julio's bar a few blocks uptown from where he stood. He checked his watch.

'It's just shy of ten now. Be there at ten-thirty sharp.'

'Half an hour? I do not know if I can be there by then!'

Fine! Jack liked to give customers as little time as possible to prepare for their first meeting. 'Ten-thirty. You've got ten minutes grace. Any later and I'll be gone.'

'Ten-thirty,' Mr. Bahkti said, and hung up.

That annoyed Jack. He’d wanted to hang up first.

He walked north on Columbus Avenue, keeping to the shade on the right. Some shops were just opening, but most had been going strong for hours.

Julio's was open. But then, Julio's rarely closed. Jack knew the first customers wandered in minutes after Julio unlocked at six in the morning. Some were just getting off their shift and stopped by for a beer, a hard-boiled egg, and a soft seat; others stood at the bar and downed a quick bracer before starting the day's work. And still others spent the better part of every day in the cool darkness.

'Jacko!' Julio cried from behind the bar. He was standing but only his head and the top half of his chest were visible.

They didn't shake hands. They knew each other too well and saw each other too often for that. They’d been friends for many years, ever since the time Julio began to suspect that his sister Rosa was getting punched around by her husband. It had been a delicate matter. Jack had fixed it for him. Since then the little man had screened Jack's customers. For Julio possessed a talent, a nose, a sixth sense of sorts for spotting members of officialdom. Much of Jack's energy was devoted to avoiding such people; his way of life depended on it. Also, in Jack's line of work he often found it necessary to make other people angry in the course of serving a customer's interests. So Julio kept an eye out for angry people.

So far, Julio had never failed him.

'Beer or business?'

'Before noon? What do you think?'

The remark earned Jack a brief dirty look from a sweaty old codger nursing a boilermaker.

Julio came out from behind the bar and followed Jack to a rear booth, drying his hands on a towel as he swaggered along. A daily regime with free weights and gymnastics had earned him thickly muscled arms and shoulders. His hair was wavy and heavily oiled, his skin swarthy, his mustache a pencil line along his upper lip.

'How many and when?'

'One. Ten-thirty.' Jack slipped into the last booth and sat with a clear view of the door. The rear exit was two steps away. 'Name's Bahkti. Sounds like he's from Pakistan or someplace around there.'

'A man of color.'

'More color than you, no doubt.'

'Gotcha. Coffee?'

'Sure.'

Jack thought about seeing Gia later today. A nice thought. They'd meet, they'd touch, and Gia would remember what they'd had, and maybe...just maybe...she'd realize that he wasn't such a bad guy after all. He began whistling through his teeth.

Julio gave him a strange look as he returned with a coffeepot, a cup, and the morning's Daily News.

'How come you're in such a good mood?'

'Why not?'

'You been a grouch for months now, meng.'

Jack hadn't realized it had been so obvious. 'Personal.'