Twice Dead - Catherine Coulter [239]
Morrie said, “Look, I’m going to sue her the minute I get out of here. Five hundred bucks? I’m gonna gag.”
Simon’s gut was good. He knew he was going to get Morrie. One more nudge. He turned on the recorder in his jacket pocket. “You know, Morrie, Lieutenant Dobbs and the DA don’t really want me to cut any deal with you. I had to talk them into it. They want to take you to trial and throw your butt in jail for a long time. Since Lily hurt you pretty good, it’s more than your word against hers. You’d be dead meat, Morrie.”
It took only three more minutes of negotiation. Simon agreed to give Morrie Jones eight hundred dollars, Lily agreed to drop the charges, and Morrie agreed to give them a name.
“I want to see her sign papers and I want to see the money before I do anything.”
Lieutenant Dobbs and the DA weren’t pleased, but knew that Morrie was incidental compared to the person who’d hired him.
Lily, in the presence of Lieutenant Dobbs, an assistant DA, a detective, and two officers, signed that she was dropping the charges against one Morrie Jones, age twenty.
Once they were alone again, Morrie said, slouching back in his chair, “Now, big shot, give me the money before I say another word.”
Simon rose, pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, and laid out the entire wad. There were eight one-hundred-dollar bills and a single twenty. “Glad you didn’t wipe me out completely, Morrie. I appreciate it. That twenty will buy Lily and me a couple of tacos.”
Morrie smirked as Simon started to slide the hundred-dollar bills through the space beneath the bars. “Tell me a story, Morrie.”
“I don’t exactly have a name. Hey, no, don’t take the money back. I got as good as a name. Look, she called me. It was this woman and she had this real thick accent, real Southern, you know? Smooth and real slow. She didn’t give me her name, just Lily Frasier’s name. She described her, told me where she was staying and to get it done fast.
“I went right over to the bank, picked up the money, then I went to work.” He slid his eyes toward Lily. “It didn’t quite work out the way I wanted.”
“That’s because you’re a wimp, Morrie.”
Morrie half rose out of his chair. The jail guard standing against the wall immediately straightened. Simon raised a hand. “How much did this woman pay you to kill Lily?”
“She gave me a thousand for a down payment. Then she was to have five thousand to me when it was done and on the news.”
“This is not a good business, Simon.” She stared at Morrie. “I was only worth six thousand dollars?”
Morrie actually smiled. “That’s all. You know, I would have done it for less if I’d known you then.”
Simon realized that Lily was enjoying herself. She was having a really fine pissing contest with this young thug. He pressed his knee against her leg.
But she had one more line. “What I did to you I did for nothing.”
Simon shook his head at her. “Morrie, which bank?”
“Give me the money first.”
Simon slid the money all the way through. Morrie’s hand slid over it, presto. He closed his young eyes for a moment, feeling the money like it was a lover’s flesh. “Wells Fargo,” he said, “the one over on First Street and Pine. The money was there in my name.”
“You didn’t ask who had left the money waiting there for you?”
Morrie shook his head.
“Thanks, Morrie,” Lily said as she rose. “Lieutenant Dobbs thinks you’ll be out sometime this afternoon. He’s agreed not to tell your lawyer. My advice to you—get out of Dodge. This time you don’t have to be afraid of me. The woman who hired you—chances are good she wants you dead, and she’s capable of doing it herself.”
“You know who she is?”
Lily said, “Oh yeah, we know. She’d eat you with her poached eggs for breakfast. Hey, what happened to the thousand bucks she gave you?”
Morrie’s eyes slid away. “None of your business.”
Lily laughed, shook