She looked down at the pistol in her hand and considered a moment before handing it over.
We went to a small diner called Guardino’s on Hope. It was a nice place with an Italian flair. Larry, the owner, liked me and Fearless because we’d come there on double dates and buy big dinners with fancy wines for our girls. Fearless could eat antipasto all day if you’d let him.
“Paris,” Selena Karsky said in greeting. She was Larry’s girlfriend, bottled blond and fifty. She still looked good though. “Where’s Fearless?”
“He went away,” I said.
“Oh, that’s too bad. Is he coming back soon?”
“No,” I said. “I don’t think so. He got a job outta town.”
“You must miss him.”
“More every day.”
Selena took us to a booth in the dark corridor of the restaurant. Of the eight booths, six already had customers. All of them were white, and a few gave us surprised looks.
“We’re not too hungry, Selena,” I told her. “Just beers, mine-strone, and an antipasto plate for two.”
“Okay,” she said, smiling.
“Friend of yours?” Elana asked when Selena was gone.
“She smiles and serves me spaghetti and seats me even though some people complain. I like her okay.”
“Why did you bring me here?” Elana asked.
“Because I’m a fool.”
“Excuse me?”
“If I had sent you away instead of offering you a ride, none of this would be happening. I’d be sleepin’ off my lumps, and you’d be all snugly with Mr. Douglas.”
My words made her uncomfortable, which was just fine by me.
“So,” I continued. “Tell me about Leon and why it’s his business to kill me.”
“Are you going to help me?”
“No. I’m gonna help myself. You got Frankenstein and his brothers stakin’ out my store. If I don’t do something, I’ll either lose my business or lose my life. You know I don’t like either one’a them choices.” I spoke in a whisper that had all the weight of a shout.
“What could you do?” Her sneer reminded me that she had witnessed my humiliation under Leon’s threats and violence.
“Go to the cops for one thing.”
That wiped the smug off her face.
“No, don’t,” she said.
“Why not?”
Elana Love struggled with the truth. It was all caught up with lies and fears. She couldn’t tell me everything, but she had to let up on something or I’d blow the game.
“Leon had a cellmate in prison. A man named Sol Tannenbaum. Sol was in for embezzlement, but, you know, he wasn’t a criminal type, never even been in jail. Leon’s tough. He promised Sol that he’d protect him. But Sol had to give him something.” Elana stopped a moment.
“What?”
“It was a bond. What they called a bond of deposit. It was issued by some bank in Switzerland.”
“How much?” I asked.
“It was ten thousand francs, about two thousand five hundred American dollars.”
“So? What does all this have to do with Leon?”
“Sol didn’t have the bond in jail. He set it up so that I got it from his wife.”
“I thought you broke up with Leon before he got sent up?”
“He asked me for a favor. An’ maybe I didn’t exactly tell ’im that we were through.”
“And so you took the bond and…”
“I gave it to William to hold it for me.”
