Helene started to reply, but Turner held up a hand to silence her. 'Suppose you are,' he said to Loftus. 'What's it got to do with you? Where do you come in?'
'Why,' the other man said, 'it seems to me unjust that only you two should profit from this unique situation. And profit mightily, I may add. After all, I was the one who introduced you to the Starrett family. Surely I deserve a reward.'
Turner nodded. 'I figured it would be something like that,' he said, 'you're such a greedy bugger. And if I was to tell you to go take a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut, what would be your reaction, Sid?'
Loftus sighed. 'I would have to give the matter serious consideration. It's possible my decision would be that it was my bounden duty, as spiritual advisor to Olivia, to inform her of certain details in the background and history of you two charmers.'
'Blackmail,' Helene said flatly.
Loftus made a mock shudder. 'That's such an ugly word, dearie,' he said. 'I prefer to think of it as a finder's fee. For helping you aboard the gravy train.'
Turner smiled coldly. 'You're bluffing, Sid,' he stated. 'It works both ways. We might find it necessary to tell the Starretts about your history.'
'Would you really?' Loftus said, beaming. He took another swallow of his vodka. 'To save you the trouble, I should tell you that Olivia is already aware of the indiscretions of my past. Not all of them, of course, but most. I told her, and she has forgiven me. Y'see, these religious mooches just love repentant sinners. They put their heaviest trust in the lamb who has strayed from the fold and then returned.'
Turner said, 'I underestimated you, Sid.'
'People sometimes do,' Loftus said complacently, 'and end up paying for it.'
'And what do you feel would be a reasonable finder's fee?'
'Oh, I thought fifty grand is a nice round number.'
'Fifty thousand!' Helene cried. 'Are you insane?'
'I don't believe I'm ready to be committed,' Sid said, then laughed at his own wit. 'Actually, Helene, it is not an outrageous request, considering what you have taken and will take from Clayton before the divorce is finalized. And I haven't even mentioned your split, Turner, from that lovely finagle at Starrett Fine Jewelry. No, I don't consider fifty thousand unreasonable.'
'In cash, I suppose,' Turner said bitterly.
'Not necessarily, old boy. A donation to the Church of the Holy Oneness would do the trick. It's tax-deductible, you know.'
'Uh-huh,' Turner said. 'You will allow us a little time to consider your proposal, won't you?'
'Of course,' Loftus said heartily. 'I didn't expect an immediate answer. I should think a week would be sufficient time to arrive at the only rational decision you can make. Thank you for the refreshment.'
He rose and took up his hat, coat, and clerical collar. The Pierces remained seated. Sid nodded at them affably and started to leave. Then he turned at the door.
'Remember,' he said with a ghastly smile, 'no pain, no gain.'
Then he was gone.
'I think I need another drink,' Helene said.
'Me too,' Turner said. 'I'll get them.'
She lighted another cigarette while he went into the kitchen. She looked with amazement at the ashtray filled with cigarettes they had both half-smoked and then stubbed out during Sid Loftus' shakedown.
Turner came back with the drinks. They sat close together on the couch and stretched out their long legs.
'You were right,' Helene said. 'He is slimy. Turner, couldn't we tip off the buttons about that phony church of his?'
'Negative,' Turner said. 'He'd know immediately who had ratted on him and cop a plea by giving them the Starrett Jewelry job. We can't risk that.'
'We're not going to pay him, are we?'
'No way,' he said. 'If we did, it would just be a down payment. He'd bleed us dry.'
'So?' she said. 'What are our options?'
He turned to stare at her. 'Not many,' he said. 'Only one, in fact. We've worked too hard to split our take with a bastard like Sid.'
She nodded. 'Could Ramon handle it?' she asked him.
'He could, but I don't want to ask him. First of all, it's a personal thing, and Ramon has no need to know about you and Clayton. Second, it would give him too much of an edge on me. I'm afraid we'll have to handle this ourselves, babe. You willing?'
'Hell, yes!' she said, and he kissed her.
Chapter 26
Dora Conti figured she'd spend the day on Jewelry Row- West 47th Street between Fifth and Sixth-talking to merchants and salespeople, hoping to find answers to some of the questions nagging her. She was heading for the door when her phone rang, and she went back to answer it. The caller was Gregor Pinchik, the computer maven.
'Hiya, lady,' he said. 'Listen, I'm in my new place, my hardware is all hooked up, and after I check it out I'll be ready to roll. Probably by tomorrow. Meanwhile I've been making a lot of phone calls, trying to get a line on that Turner and Helene Pierce you gave me.'
'Any luck?' she asked.
'Maybe yes, maybe no. There's a hacker in Dallas who's a good friend of mine. I've never met him, but we been talking on computers for years. He's paralyzed and works his hardware with a thing he holds between his teeth. You wouldn't believe how fast he is. Anyway, I asked him about this Turner Pierce, gave him the physical description and all, and he says it sounds like a young hustler who was operating in Dallas almost ten years ago. This guy's name was Thomas Powell, but the initials are the same so I figured it might be our pigeon. What do you think?'
'Could be,' Dora said cautiously. 'Wrongos who change their name usually stick to the same initials so they don't have to throw away their monogrammed Jockey shorts.'
Pinchik laughed. 'You're okay, lady,' he said.
'What was this Thomas Powell up to?'
'Dallas hackers called him Ma Bell because his specialty was telephone fraud. He started out by developing a cheap whistle that had the same frequency the phone company used to connect long distance calls. You blew the whistle into a pay phone and you could talk to Hong Kong as long as you liked. He sold a lot of those whistles. Then, when the phone company got hip to that and changed their switching procedure, this Thomas Powell started making and selling blue boxes. Those are gadgets that give off tones that bypass the phone company's billing system and let you make free long distance calls. Listen, the guy was talented, no doubt about it.'
'Didn't they ever nab him?'
'My pal says he always stayed one step ahead of the law. For instance, he never sold the whistles or blue boxes to the end-user; he always sold to a crooked wholesaler who sold to crooked retailers who sold to the crooked customers. Powell was always layers away from the actual fraud. By the time the cops traced the merchandise back to him, he was gone.'
'Where to? Does your friend know?'
'He talked to a couple of local hackers and called me back. One guy says he heard that Thomas Powell took off for Denver when things got too hot for him in Dallas. I have some good contacts in Denver, and as soon as my machinery is up to speed I'm going to try to pick up Ma Bell's trail there. Okay?'
'Of course,' Dora said. 'It may turn out to be a false alarm, but it's worth following up. Did your Dallas friend say anything about Helene Pierce?'
'Nope. He says this Thomas Powell was a handsome stud with a lot of women on the string, but no one
