Marlene got up close to him and flashed a smile. 'Look, um, I got a way you can get your money back. Interested?'
The big man looked doubtful. 'Yeah, how'm I gonna do that?'
'Me and my partner here are gonna take that sucker off. When we do, they're gonna try to come after us. I need a couple of blocking backs to slow them down for a couple of minutes. What'd you blow, around fifty? Yeah? Okay, it's worth that, plus fifty on top.'
'A hundred each?' A suspicious look. Two suburban white ladies were going to take off a fairly heavy street dude? 'We don't got to give you any money before we get our hunnerd do we?'
'No, man, it's a straight-up deal. Cash in hand up front. All you got to do is stand there and be big when they make their move.'
Maggie was standing there listening to this with her mouth half-open. It opened all the way when Marlene said to her, casually, 'I need twelve hundred dollars. Do you have a bank nearby where you can get it?'
'Um… sure, I mean, I can get it on my Visa. Across the street. But, Marlene…'
'No buts,' snapped Marlene. 'Make it twenty ones, twenty tens and the rest in fifties and hundreds. Hurry!'
Maggie scooted off without another word, and Marlene returned to the table to watch the action. Ten minutes passed; Marlene was starting to get nervous; the cops would have to come by soon to break up the scam. Then she spied Maggie, looking flushed and wild-eyed, trotting across the street.
Marlene took a fat bank envelope from her and whispered, 'Just stand right here and don't say a word. When I signal, run out on Ninth and get a cab and have it waiting on the corner at G Street. Can you do that?' Maggie nodded, her eyes wide and frightened.
Now Marlene slipped the promised money to her two blockers, told them to stay close on either side of her, and then moved right next to the shill at the table. She asked the monte man shyly, 'Can I play?'
Big smile, gold glinting. 'Why, sure you can, sugar, just takes two little dollars, get four if you win.'
Marlene laid her money down and picked a red card. She gave a little shriek of dismay and quickly placed another deuce on the blanket. When she had lost about twenty dollars in this way, growing more and more agitated, she cried, 'Oh, God, my husband will kill me. Can I, um, bet higher, like ten? Do I still get double if I win?'
The monte man's smile was dazzling. 'Sure, honey, it's the same, ten dolla, fifty dolla, hundred dolla, what you want.' Marlene bet ten, and as she expected, the man left out the switch and she won. She gave a cry of delight, and the monte man said, 'See what I mean, everybody got a chance to win.' The shill came in on the next round, and 'lost' ten, as did Marlene and a heavyset black woman with thick glasses. Marlene lost four more tens; the black woman dropped out after three rounds. Marlene reached into her bag and pulled out a fifty. 'Oh, Lord, I just knew it was the right card! Please, mister, give me a chance to get even?'
She felt the crowd getting thicker around her, as if the people on the street could smell the presence of serious money. The monte man graciously allowed her to risk a fifty. She placed a bill under the bar, the monte man covered it with his own bills and went into his deal. Marlene lost, and a sigh went through the crowd. Marlene cried out and danced around in a circle in what seemed to be frustration, during which she signaled Maggie to get the cab.
'A hundred, a hundred!' yelled Marlene, waving currency. The monte man's eyes were getting wide now, and he snapped a look nervously over his shoulder. It'd be just his luck for the jakes to come along now before he could take this bitch's whole paycheck. He slapped four fifties under the bar and did his deal. He was automatically reaching for his winnings, when the crowd cheered and he looked down at the ace of spades showing in Marlene's hand.
'I won, I won!' shouted Marlene, jumping up and down like a six-year-old.
The monte man didn't change expression. It happened sometimes. The suckers made a mistake and picked the right card instead of the 'right' card. He'd just have to shift them a little slower on the table.
Marlene went back to losing tens to kill some time, until she saw a D.C. cab pull up at the corner and wait. Then she went back to fifties, lost twice and won once. She pulled her stack of bills from the bank envelope and ostentatiously thumbed through them, arranging the denominations. She needed his greed pumped up to the max or this scam wouldn't work.
The monte man wasn't smiling much anymore. He let the shill play a round and win, and then it happened just as Marlene had hoped. In moving to collect his money the shill stumbled and tipped the table over. The cards fluttered to the ground and the monte man and the shill both knelt to pick them up. The shill got up first with the black ace in his hand, and Marlene saw him crimp one of its corners before he placed it on the blanket, just as she was meant to.
The shill then had a run of success, building his bets up to hundreds, always picking the crimped card, which the poor monte man somehow failed to notice. Marlene won a hundred dollars too, picking the crimped card. The monte man made jokes about how he must be losing it today. Marlene tried to put a look of greedy cunning on her own face and asked, 'Ah, how much can I bet?'
'Anything you want, sugar,' was the casual answer.
'Okay,' said Marlene, 'I bet eight hundred.' A gasp and murmur from the crowd. She placed her wad under the bar and the monte man counted out sixteen hundred and added it to the stack.
He picked up the three cards, showed them, did a little shuffle as if nervous, showed them again, the black ace partly covering the heart in one hand, the diamond alone in the other. Marlene knew that in that little shuffle the monte man had smoothed the crimp in the black ace and made an identical crimp in the corner of the diamond, concealing it with the ball of his index finger. As he snapped the cards down he also rotated the spade so that the formerly crimped edge faced his way and not toward Marlene. What appeared on the table was two uncrimped cards and one crimped one, just as in the last half dozen rounds, except that now the crimped ace was the diamond.
Marlene poised her hand over the false winner and then in a single darting motion, flipped over the black ace, scooped up the stack of bills, and darted between the two construction men. The monte man shouted in rage, knocked the flimsy table aside, and made to chase Marlene down. An arm like a log held him back. 'Where you goin', man?' asked the big construction worker. 'We want to play some more.'
The monte man yelled, 'Fuckin' bitch got my money!'
'Ain't your money no more, man, she beat you,' replied the big man reasonably, and the crowd murmured assent.
'Hijo de puta!' screamed the monte man, and reached into his back pocket, bringing out, with the same practiced snap he used with the cards, an eight-inch butterfly knife. The big man backed quickly away a few steps. The crowd opened up like a flower, amid shouts and screams. The smaller construction man picked up the steel weight from the monte table and, coming in on the blind side, swiped its owner across the temple. Blood gushed, the monte man staggered but stayed on his feet. With wild swings of his blade he cleared a path and took off at a clumsy run down Ninth, toward the spot where his quarry was just entering a cab.
Marlene threw herself breathlessly into the seat next to Maggie and looked out the back window. She saw the monte man break out of the crowd and come running toward them, screaming imprecations in Spanish, waving his blade and spraying blood. Marlene pressed down the door locks on both sides and shouted, 'Move this cab!'
The monte man had reached them. Maggie looked out the side window and saw a bloodstained, shrieking face pressed up against the glass. She saw the waving knife, and then the man's fist crashed against the window.
Marlene dangled a twenty-dollar bill in front of the driver's face. 'Come on, beat the light. Do it!'
The driver, lately of Cairo and its fabled Darwinian traffic system, had no trouble with this request, and might even have done it gratis. He hit the gas, darted into the intersection, through which the G Street traffic had already started to move, grazed a panel truck, provoked a chorus of horns, caused a Mercedes to swerve and slam into a gray government car, and got through to clear pavement.
Maggie was white and shaking. There was a smeary bloodstain on her window. She stared at Marlene, who was calmly counting the take. Marlene looked up and grinned.
'Having fun yet?' she asked.
At five-thirty, Bea Sondergard walked into Karp's office wearing a toothy grin. Such grins had been in short supply lately, and Karp returned it.
