'Oh? I thought you were just being loyal to me.'
He laughed. 'You would think that, wouldn't you? Hell, it was all enlightened self-interest. I didn't give a crap about the two and a half million and your big plans for it. Not at that point. I was interested in staying alive, period. Anyway, the subject of the suitcases full of money is all academic now. When you went downtown with the feds, did you stop off at the hotel and hand the money over to them?'
'No, I told them I didn't know what had become of it. That Fay was mistaken in his assumption that I had it.'
A little silence. We'd been lying belly-to-belly, but now he backed off and stared at me big-eyed. 'No.'
'Sure, why not? The governor says the state is running a surplus this year, so he won't need it. And if the feds ended up with it, it'd just go for a lid on another MX silo. Hell, the money can be put to better uses than that.'
'But it's evidence. It turned out Fay and Clert were dope dealers.'
'Yes, it's true that they were in the narcotics business.' I looked away and would have lit a cigarette if I had not recklessly quit smoking six years and two months earlier. 'But the point is, the two and a half million had nothing to do with that probably. You heard it all-the money was Pug Lenihan's, illegally obtained in some manner.'
'Sure, dope trafficking. It was a family operation. Pug, Jack, maybe even Dreadful Ed. Fay heard about it at Sing Sing from Jack's former associates who were caught, and they got Mrs. Clert positioned as Pug's nurse so that she could tip them off on large amounts of money moving through the house. They were going to steal it-probably to finance a big buy of their own-but Jack grabbed it for his civic-reform program. It's all as plain as day. The feds will piece it together and they'll start searching for that money methodically and relentlessly. And guess who they'll come to first asking about it. You. Don, hand it over now, or-God, you could actually end up in prison. Really.
Don't you understand that?'
'That's the tenth or twelfth most ridiculous story I've ever heard. Pug Lenihan dealing drugs? To him, dope is a Commie conspiracy. You might as well accuse him of shipping spare parts for MIGs to the Sandinistas.'
'But look at the evidence. Tonight the narcs found fifty thousand dollars' worth of cocaine in Mack Fay's truck. Jack Lenihan dealt drugs in a big way and just barely escaped going to jail for it. Everywhere you turn in this thing, it's drugs, drugs, drugs. From some of the things Mack Fay said tonight, it even sounds as if Joan Lenihan was in on it. I mean, think of Hollywood and what's the first thing that comes to mind after movie-making? No wonder she was so wrought up and closemouthed about the whole thing. Joan is probably in it herself up to her teeth. Listen, lover, forget the money. Turn it over to the cops and extricate yourself from this mare's nest before it's too late. I know how badly you want to diddle the Albany machine, and, God knows, I sympathize, I understand. But using a dope ring's boodle is not the way to go about it. It is dangerous, it is wrong, and it won't work.'
I said, 'There is a certain logic to your conclusions, but they are the wrong conclusions. Of that I am certain.'
'How do you know?'
I figured if I told him I had planted the coke in Fay's truck he would (a) have me arrested and testify against me, or (b) pack his bags and enter a monastery in the morning, or, at the very least (c), recite to me long passages from Cardinal Newman and then sleep on the couch.
I said, 'There are no Irish dope dealers. You should know that. Narcotics is not as satisfyingly depraved as prostitution, it's not as socially useful as bootlegging, and it's not as lucrative as owning city hall. The Irish don't need it and they don't want it. Dope is for the blacks, the Italians, the Jews, and the go-for-it WASPs. The Lenihan family wouldn't be interested in it.'
He let his head fall back on the pillow and gave me one of his full-body deep sighs. 'So what are you going to do next? Have the Mafia launder the money so that you can turn it over to Sim Kempelman?'
'I've considered that, but I've decided the risks are too great. Anyway, that would be immoral. I'm not sure yet how I'll clean up the money for Kempelman. I'm determined to find a way, but first I have to take a trip.'
'Another one? How come? Where to this time?'
'LA again. Want to come along?'
'I'd like to, but I'm still a public servant on the state payroll, as far as I know, so I'll pass. Who are you going to see out there, Joan Lenihan?'
'Yes.'
'Why?'
'To threaten her. I'm going to threaten her with a proposition she's going to hate.'
News reporters from eight radio stations, three television stations, and two newspapers phoned between six and eight in the morning. I told them Mr.
Strachey was out and that I was the Bulgarian cleaning lady.
Over his Wheatena, Timmy said, 'Despite your clever disguise, I take it you're going to be of little assistance in straightening this place up. I think I'll just go ahead and call a cleaning service.'
'Right, a cleaning service or a building contractor. Sure, go ahead. It's a business expense and I can pay for it out of the suitcase money.'
He shuddered. 'Do what you're going to do, but don't tell me about it. Don't mention the money to me again for a while, okay? Until I ask.'
'Fair enough. Are you sure there isn't anything you need though? A word processor, a new stereo, a snazzy little BMW?'
'Don, come off it,' he said, but he had the Times Union spread out in front of him and a minute later I caught him studying an ad for a twelve-hundred-dollar compact disc player.
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Stevenson, Richard — [Donald Strachey Mystery 03] — Ice Blues
The phone rang.
'Mr. Strachey?'
'Diz da klinning leddy, Miz Pronck.'
'Ha, ha. I congratulate you, kid. I just heard on the news that you assisted in the apprehension of some bad apples last night. You are a resourceful fellow, and I want to be among the first to thank you for a job well done.
Your presence in this benighted city of ours raises its moral tone, though don't tell me the dirty deeds you performed in order to accomplish what you did.'
'Don't worry, I won't. I suppose, Sim, that you're also calling about the cash donation for your organization's good efforts in the upcoming mayoral campaign. Well, let me just say that I can write you a ten-dollar check and stick it in the mail today, but if you had a larger amount in mind, all I can say is, I'm still working on it.'
'Yes, well-' He hesitated now, the cheery demeanor all gone. 'Maybe we'll just have to let the larger amount go by the boards this time around. I hate to say it, kid, but if you've got hold of that two and a half million, I think you might be stuck with it. There's no way I can possibly imagine our accepting money gotten in the illicit trafficking of narcotics. No matter what kind of shenanigans we went through to clean it up, that money still has been where it's been and it is what it is. I'm sorry. You'll never know how sorry I am.'
I said, 'What makes you think that's where the money came from?' My palms were beginning to sweat.
'I didn't have to go to law school to put two and two together and come up with four-minus-ten-percent- overhead, Mr. Strachey. Last night three men were arrested in your house for possession of a large amount of cocaine.
One of them additionally has been charged with the murder of Jack Lenihan, who previously was arrested though not convicted on narcotics charges. Mr. Strachey, I can see what I can see, and I wouldn't touch that money if it was presented to me by the national chairlady of Hadassah. It is irredeemably tainted, though it breaks my heart to speak the words.'
Now I was sweating all over. I said, 'I think I've made a mistake.'
'And what would that be?'
'I can't tell you. Hell. I'll be in touch. Give me a few days.'
'No, there would be no point to it. But let's have a teriyaki again one day at that charming but rather loud young people's establishment off Madison Avenue. Maybe in a year or so, when you are no longer a name in the news.
