Baltimore Noir - Laura Lippman [14]
From behind him he heard a cheer. “Brilliant,” Ty said.
“Fucking brilliant.”
Tom looked up and saw Ty’s happy, demonic smile framed by the moon.
“You really showed me something there,” Ty said.
Then he raised his arm and pounded Louis on the head with a crowbar. Tommy heard Wetzel’s skull crack, and saw blood drip down his ears.
“And one for good luck,” Ty said. He waved the crowbar over his head and brought it down again on Louis’s huge head.
The big man made a horrible gasp and fell off the curb, his head and shoulders dangling in the sewer.
Ty laughed and kicked him the rest of the way in. “Here we go, Tom,” he said, in a jovial way. “Give me a little hand with the grate, hey, pal?”
Tommy stood up, rubbing his neck, which was raw and throbbing with pain. “You’re out of your mind.”
“Well, duh,” Ty said.
“Is he … dead?” Tom asked.
“Oh, I imagine so. You can’t really live all that long without a brain, and I expect what’s left of Lou’s is a pile of jelly by now.”
They put the grate in place, then sat on the edge of the sewer, Tommy gasping for breath and both of them looking down every so often to see if Louis was going to make some kind of horror movie comeback.
“Why … why’d you do this?” Tom said.
Ty lit a Camel and smoked in a satisfied way.
“You’re gonna get a kick out of this,” he said, offering a cigarette to Tom, who took him up on it.
“I am?”
“Yeah, you are. See this whole thing started with your mother.”
“Bullshit,” Tom said, accepting a light from Ty.
“I swear,” Ty said. “See, these days I’m a physical therapist. I work over at Pinecrest, and about a week ago I get a call to go up to apartment 354, and who’s there? None other than your lovely mom, Go-Go Flo, as we call her, ’cause she’s always up to something. Hugely popular in the dining hall. Anyway, we get to talking about you and she told me you’re a big shot now and hardly ever talk to her, and after I’m working on her back awhile, she says to me, ‘We oughta take Tommy downa peg.’ So we cooked up this little trick to, you know, scare you a little. Just a gag. Believe me, I never expected Louis to go that far. I think when you told him you didn’t want to hear his story … well, that sent him around the old twist.”
“Jesus, Ty,” Tom said. “You and my mom cooked this whole sick thing up?”
“Sure did. I followed you to the theater. If you hadn’t come out soon, I was going to go in and get you, but your mother was right. She said you always go to the bathroom at least once in every movie. Sometimes two times.”
Tom felt himself blush. The enormity of it was too much for him. “The old witch,” he said. “And the Ruth Anne thing …”
“That was her idea, too. She said she knew you were in love with her when you were a kid, but she never thought the girl was good enough for you, so she told Ruth Anne to buzz off and keep away from you.”
“What?” Tom said. “She did what?”
“Yeah, Ruth Anne always liked you but your mother pushed her away. Anyway, she knew you’d come with me if I said Ruth Anne was having a party. Your mother is wild. She’s so imaginative. Man, she’d make a great con artist.”
“Yeah.” Tom suddenly felt like he was going to puke. But he had to fight it back. It just wouldn’t do to puke on a dead man’s body stuck beneath him in the sewer.
“Well, I guess we ought to be getting back home,” Ty said. “That’s enough fun for one night, huh?”
“Yeah, sure,” Tom said. “But Ty, I mean … what’s going to happen when the cops find Louis’s body?”
“In this neighborhood? Nothing. They find five or six bodies a week around here. Gangs, drugs, home invasions. This is Baltimore, son. And Louis was a scumbag. Hey, we just did Charm City a favor. Don’t you worry your Hollywood head about it, pal. They only catch killers in the movies.”
“Okay,” Tom said. “Listen,