The Quality of the Informant

violated. God damn it!' There were inch-long strands of curly hair growing on the man's sallow cheeks. His nose was running.

Kelly handed Carr the packet of counterfeit money. The T-man looked at it without expression for a moment. The prisoner squirmed. 'Pretty rough,' Carr said. 'Taking a trip back to the joint for such a little package…'

The young man's mouth hung open like a baby bird's. His eyes were shut. 'God damn it,' he cried. 'I shoulda never left my apartment. I had nightmares last night. Shit comes down on me whenever I have nightmares. My roommate told me not to do anything today…God damn it.'

'We want Teddy Mora,' Carr said without emotion.

The man was silent for what must have been a full minute. 'I ain't no snitch,' he said.

'I didn't say you were,' Carr responded. 'But you just might be a businessman. If you are a businessman, you'll realize that now is the time to make a deal.'

'Exactly what kind of a deal?' The man leaned forward in the seat.

'You for Teddy Mora,' Carr said.

The young man looked out the window for a while and sniffled a few times. 'I'll never testify. I'm not crazy. I've seen what happens to people when they-'

'You won't have to testify,' Carr interrupted. He lit a cigarette.

'If I take this thing to trial I might beat it altogether. I beat my first case that way. My lawyer told me what to say.' He twisted around to wipe his nose on his shoulder. He missed. 'The assistant U.S. attorney was a broad with wire hair. She kept trying to use big words; got all screwed up when she asked questions. My lawyer told me he met her at a lawyer's party after the trial. She cried about losing the case. He said she blew him in the front seat of his Mercedes after the party. He tells everybody the story.'

'On the other hand, you might go to trial and lose,' Carr said.

'That's what happened the second time,' the young man said. 'The judge sentenced me to probation on the case.'

'There's a chance you might get a little prison time for the third offense,' Carr said.

The man nodded. 'Just happened to a friend of mine. He got six months-that means two months in the joint minus good time and all.' He shook his head sadly.

'On the other hand, why do even two months?' Carr said.

The man sat quietly for a few minutes. He leaned his head down to wipe his nose on a knee. He missed.

'Exactly what would I have to do?'

'Just phone Teddy and tell him you want some more, Carr said.

'Then will you let me go?'

'Yes.'

The young man furrowed his brow. His head turned from Carr to Kelly and back to Carr. 'I want it in writing,' he said. 'I don't trust cops. I've been screwed before.'

'We don't put things in writing,' Carr said.

The prisoner leaned forward and attempted to wipe his dripping nose on his knee. Again he missed. He closed his mouth and inhaled.

'This guy is making me sick,' Kelly said. 'Let's book him.'

' If you won't put it in writing, will you repeat what you've just said in front of my lawyer?'

'We hate lawyers,' Carr told him.

Nothing was said for a few minutes.

'Will you let me go as soon as I make the call?' the young man said.

'As soon as you make the call,' Carr said.

The man leaned back in the seat. He was silent again. Finally, he spoke. 'He'll know it was me.'

Carr stuffed the counterfeit money back in its envelope. He initialed and dated it, then pulled a rubber band off the rearview mirror and wrapped it around the envelope. Roughly he shoved the packet into his inside coat pocket.

'You're right,' Carr said. He started the engine.

The young man sat up. 'Where are we going?'

'To lock you up,' Carr said. He put the car in gear.

'Okay. I'll call him,' the young man said. 'But I've never snitched before. I really haven't.'

Carr turned off the engine. Kelly reached behind the man's back and unlocked the handcuffs. He opened the car door and ushered the prisoner to the telephone booth. Carr followed. Kelly dropped a dime in the slot and handed the prisoner the receiver. He dialed, with Kelly looming over him like a grizzly.

He asked to speak with Teddy Mora. A few seconds went by. 'It's me,' he said. 'I picked up the… uh… letter at the phone company. Yes, everything is okay.' He bit his lip. 'It's just that the letter isn't big enough. I need another one of the same size. I wasn't thinking when I placed my first order. I'm planning to take a trip and the letter won't last. I want to have enough to last throughout the trip.' The young man's face contorted. He bit harder on his lip. 'Well, then you can just forget it, man. Like I can score somewhere else. If you don't want to go to the trouble of delivering another letter, I'll just take my business elsewheres… okay, man… okay… The same place. You know I'm good for it…I don't like to talk on the phone either. Right on.' The young man hung up the phone. 'He's coming to deliver another package to this phone booth,' he said. 'He was pissed off that I didn't order a bigger one to start with. I did what you wanted.' He shook his head sadly. 'Now I know what it feels like to rat on somebody.' He wiped his nose with two fingers and rubbed the fingers on his trousers. 'I shouldn't have done it,' he said.

Carr's thumb pointed to the Porsche. 'Nice to meet you,' he said.

'I wasn't sure you were going to keep your word,' the man said.

Carr mocked a smile. The man trotted to the Porsche, climbed in, and drove off. Carr and Kelly returned to the government sedan.

Teddy Mora arrived less than ten minutes later. He parked his Cadillac next to the phone booth and got out.

The Treasury men had their hands on the door handles. They vaulted out of the sedan and broke into a run. They hit Mora like the Rams' line, knocking him to the ground. They each grabbed an arm and pressed him to the pavement. Carr's fingers flew to the man's pockets and pulled out a stack of twenties.

'I was set up,' Mora said as Kelly snapped handcuffs onto his wrists.

Chapter 13

The field office interview room was paneled with cheap acoustical fiberboard and was, as all police interview rooms are, less than adequate in size. Carr, with Kelly at his side filling out an arrest report, stared at Mora across a small table. He asked him about LaMonica.

Mora's arms were folded across his chest. 'I saw LaMonica a couple of days ago in the Castaways,' he said. 'I see a lot of people there.'

'What did you talk about?' Carr said.

'About money. We always talk about money-business deals. I'm an entrepreneur.'

'Where do you know him from?' Carr said.

Mora unfolded his arms and tried to rest them in his lap. This didn't work. He folded them across his chest again.

'Terminal Island. We did time together. I'm sure you already know that.'

'So you talked about money…' Carr said.

'That's right. He had some kind of a deal going, and it turned to shit. Some kind of a real-estate deal. Of course he didn't go into detail about it. I assumed it had turned to shit when he came and asked me for a loan. I told him no. That's all I know about him. As far as my head shop, he was there once and he probably figured it was a good place to escape through…the alley and all.'