I handed him the cassette and he read the title aloud and laughed. 'So Leveque was not without a sense of humor after all,' he said. 'He kept it well hidden during his lifetime. If you want to authenticate your end of the proceedings, just open the attache case.'
I worked the snaps and raised the lid. The case held stacks of twenty-dollar bills secured with rubber bands.
'I hope you don't mind twenties,' he said. 'You didn't specify denomination.'
'That's fine.'
'Fifty stacks, fifty bills to a stack. Why don't you count it?'
'I'll trust your count.'
'I should be as gracious and trust that this is the tape Leveque made. But I think I'll play it to make sure.'
'Why not? I opened the case.'
'Yes, that would have been an act of faith, wouldn't it? To accept the attache case unopened. Olga, you were right. I like this man.' He clapped a hand on my shoulder. 'You know something, Scudder? I think we will be friends, you and I. I think we are destined to become very close.'
I remembered what he had told Richard Thurman. 'We are closer than close, you and I. We are brothers in blood and semen.'
He played the cassette and turned the sound off. He fast-forwarded through the opening in fits and starts, and there was a moment when I thought I'd got everything ass-backward at the bank and we were going to be watching the standard unimproved version of The Dirty Dozen. It wouldn't have mattered what was on the tape if Mick Ballou would get off his ass and hit the door, but things seemed to be dragging out.
'Ah,' Stettner said.
And I relaxed, because we were watching their home movie now. Stettner stood with his hands on his hips, gazing attentively at the screen. The set was larger than Elaine's, and the image somewhat more compelling as a result. I found my own attention drawn to it in spite of myself. Olga, drawing closer to her husband's side, was staring at it as if hypnotized.
'What a beautiful woman you are,' Stettner told her. To me he said, 'Here she is in the flesh, but I have to see her on the screen to appreciate how beautiful she is. Curious, don't you think?'
Whatever my reply might have been, it was lost forever when gunfire rang out somewhere in the building. There were two shots close together, then a brace of answering shots. Stettner said, 'Jesus Christ!' and spun around to face the door. I was moving the minute the sounds registered for what they were. I stepped backward, yanked the tail of my suit jacket aside with my left hand, went for my gun with my right. I had it in my hand and got my finger on the trigger and my thumb on the hammer. The wall was at my back, and I could cover them and see the door to the hall all at the same time.
'Freeze,' I said. 'Nobody move.'
On the screen, Olga had mounted the boy, impaling herself upon his penis. She rode him furiously in utter silence. I could see her performance out of the corner of my eye, but Bergen and Olga were no longer watching. They stood side by side and looked at me and the gun in my hand, and all three of us were as silent as the pair on the screen.
A single gunshot broke the silence. Then it returned, and then it was broken again by footsteps on the stairs.
THERE were more footsteps in the hall, and the sounds of doors being opened and closed. Stettner seemed about to say something. Then I heard Ballou call my name.
'In here,' I shouted back. 'End of the hall.'
He came flying into the room, the big automatic looking like a child's toy in his huge hand. He was wearing his father's apron. His face was twisted with rage.
'Tom's shot,' he said.
'Bad?'
'Not so bad, but he's down. 'Twas a fucking trap, we came through the door and there was two of 'em in the shadows with guns in their hands. Good job they were bad shots, but Tom caught a bullet before I could take them down.' He was breathing heavily, taking in great gulps of air. 'I shot one dead and put the other down with two shots in his gut. Just now I stuck the pistol in his mouth and blew the back of his fucking head off. Dirty bastard, shooting a man from ambush.'
That's why Stettner had seemed to be performing when he opened the door for me. He'd had an audience after all, guards hidden in the shadows.
'Where's the money, man? Let's get it and get Tom to a doctor.'
'There's your money,' Stettner said grimly. He pointed at the still-open attache case. 'All you had to do was take it and go. There was no need for any of this.'
'You had guards posted,' I said.
'Purely as a precautionary measure, and it seems I was right to be cautious. Though it didn't do much good, did it?' He shrugged. 'There's your money,' he said again. 'Take it and get out of here.'
'It's fifty thousand,' I told Ballou. 'But there's more in the safe.'
He looked at the big Mosler, then at Stettner. 'Open it,' he said.
'There's nothing in it.'
'Open the fucking safe!'
'Nothing but more tapes, though none as successful as the one playing now. It's interesting, don't you think?'
Ballou glanced at the television set, seeing it for the first time. He took a second or two to register the action unfolding in silence, then pointed the SIG Sauer and squeezed off a shot, his hand rock-solid against the gun's considerable recoil. The set's picture tube exploded and the noise was immense.
'Open the safe,' he said.
'I don't keep money here. I keep some in safe-deposit boxes and the rest in the safe at my office.'
'Open it or you're dead.'
'I don't think I can,' Stettner said coolly. 'I can never remember the combination.'
Ballou grabbed him by his shirtfront and threw him against the wall, backhanding him across the face. Stettner never lost his composure. A little blood trickled from one nostril, but if he was aware of it he gave no sign.
'This is silly,' he said. 'I'm not going to open the safe. If I open it we're dead.'
'You're dead if you don't,' Ballou said.
'Only if you're an idiot. If we're alive we can get you more money. If we're dead you'll never get into that safe.'
'We're dead anyway,' Olga said.
'I don't think so,' Stettner told her. To Ballou he said, 'You can beat us if you want. You have the gun, you're in charge. But don't you see it's pointless? And meanwhile your man Tom lies bleeding upstairs. He'll die while you waste your time trying to persuade me to open an empty safe. Why not save time and take your fifty thousand and get your man the medical attention he requires?'
Mick looked at me. He asked me what I figured was in the safe. 'Something good,' I said, 'or he would have opened it by now.'
He nodded slowly, then turned and set down the SIG Sauer next to the attache case. I was still covering the two of them with the.38 Smith. From a pocket in the butcher's apron he produced a cleaver, its blade snug in a leather sheath. He drew it from the sheath. The blade was carbon steel, discolored through years of use. It looked intimidating enough to me, but Stettner eyed it with apparent contempt.
'Open the safe,' Ballou told him.
'I don't think so.'
'I'll hack her fine tits off,' he said. 'I'll chop her into cat meat.'
'That won't put money in your pocket, will it?'
I thought of the drug dealer in Jamaica Estates, and the bluff he'd felt safe enough to call. I didn't know if Mick was bluffing and I wasn't eager to find out.
He grabbed her by the forearm, yanked her toward him.
'Wait,' I said.
He looked at me, fury glinting in his eyes.
