Strega - Andrew H. Vachss [38]
I hit a switch on the dash and both front windows opened. Another switch locked her door, just in case.
I lit a cigarette, leaned way back in my seat so I could watch her and watch the street too. "Okay, lady, what is it you want?"
The redhead shifted her hips so she was facing me on the seat, her back to the window. "I want you to find a picture for me."
"A picture like a painting?"
"A photograph—a photograph of a kid."
"Lady, will you just tell me the whole story? I don't have time to drag it out of you piece by piece, okay?"
"This isn't an easy thing to talk about."
"Then don't talk about it," I told her. "I didn't ask you to show up. I'll drive you back to your car and you find somebody else, okay?"
"No! It's not okay. Can't you give me a fucking minute to get myself together? It took me a long time to find you."
"Yeah. But you did find me, right? When you see Julio, tell him I'll remember this."
"Don't blame Julio. All he gave me was that phone number…the one the Chinese lady answers.
"I got your messages."
"So why didn't you call me?"
"Because I don't know you. I don't speak to strangers on the phone."
"That's why I had to find your car. Vinnie told me what you looked like—and your car. One of Julio's crew saw you at the courthouse this morning and he called me."
"Vinnie?" I said, thinking that I'd have to get the car painted and some new license plates.
"The guy who delivered the money to you from Julio."
"I don't know what you're talking about, lady."
"I told Julio why I needed to talk to you. He said it was none of his business—not family. He probably knew you'd never return my calls. So I told Vinnie to ask you for me.
"Nobody asked me anything."
"I know. He told me you wouldn't talk to him."
"I don't know what he told you. I don't care. I don't like people threatening me."
"Vinnie threatened you?"
"I don't know any Vinnie. You threatened me. In the parking lot, right? Either I talk to you or you keep hounding me."
"I didn't mean to threaten you."
"You're threatening me with this whole conversation. Julio's got his people on the street looking for me? Very fucking nice."
"Julio doesn't know anything about this. Vinnie did me a personal favor—and so did the guy who spotted you this morning."
"People like to do you these favors?"
She moved her lips in something between a smile and a sneer. "Men like to do me favors. You find that very surprising?"
"If this Vinnie is your idea of a man, no."
"You don't like any of us, do you?"
"Who's this 'us' you're talking about? An old man with a loose mouth? A punk kid? A woman who threatens me?"
"Us Italians."
"I don't like people who don't mean me any good, okay?"
"Okay," she said in a quiet voice, "but now that I went to all this trouble—now that we're here—will you listen to me and see if you're interested?"
"And if I'm not?"
"Then that's your decision. I won't bother you anymore.
"On your word of honor, right?"
Her eyes narrowed in on me. I thought I saw a tiny red dot in each one—it must have been the reflection from her hair. "You don't know me," she said.
"I don't want to know you," I told her.
She reached in her purse, fumbled around with her hand. Her eyes never left my face. "I'll pay you five hundred dollars to listen to what I have to say—why I want you to work for me. You don't take the case, you still keep the money. Okay?"
I took a minute to think about it. If I listened to her story and told her I wasn't interested, there was at least the chance that she'd go someplace else. And there was a filly pacer running at Yonkers that night that I just knew was going to break her maiden with a big