Red Iron Nights

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51

I didn’t get in any hurry. I ambled toward the front door
wondering if I couldn’t booby-trap the front steps, putting
in something where if you didn’t trip the secret safety you
got dumped into a bottomless pit.

Wonderful idea but, unfortunately, not really practical. The
practical thing to do was ignore the door. Only most people who
want to see me know I have that habit and know that I’ll
storm to the door eventually if they just raise hell long
enough.

This little nightmare visitor was one neglected subject slash
coconspirator name of Barking Dog Amato. Just what I needed in the
middle of the night. Well, morning. It had turned morning when I
wasn’t looking.

“I didn’t wake you up, did I?”

“No. Me? I haven’t been to bed yet. I was just
heading there. It’s been a nasty day in a nasty week in a
nasty month.”

“The girl killer? I heard there was another
one.”

“That’s on the street already?”

“Word gets around when people are interested.”

“I guess. Come back to the kitchen.” I jerked a
thumb at the Dead Man’s door. “Your old pal Block is in
there cooking up something with His Nibs.” I settled Amato at
the kitchen table. “Beer?”

“Sure.”

“What’s up?” I asked as I drew two.

“Well . . . It’s an imposition,
I know. I got up, it was raining out, I was sick of doing signs and
handbills. So I got out and started walking. My feet brought me
here.”

What the hell? I didn’t need sleep. Who needs sleep when
you lead a righteous life? “Some leftover apple pie here.
Want some?”

“Sure. I don’t get much decent food. What did you
think the other day?”

“You made a hell of a start. I didn’t get to see it
all, though.”

“I noticed you disappeared.”

“Not by choice. Some of Chodo Contague’s thugs came
around, told me the man wanted to see me.”

“I thought I saw some of those guys just before you
disappeared.”

“You know Chodo’s people?”

“Not by direct experience, thank heaven. But I’ve
watched the outfit for years, gathering information. They
haven’t tried to profit at my expense yet, but when they do,
I’ll be ready.”

Which meant what? There was someone inside the outfit who
suffered from mercy and tolerance? Not hardly.

Belinda walked in. Candy was right behind her. Neither was
formally attired. Barking Dog immediately proved that he
wasn’t all crazy. His eyes bugged. He drooled. If the moon
had been up, he would have howled at it. He squeaked, “Who
are these lovely ladies, Garrett?”

“They’re involved in the serial-killer thing. This
one is Belinda and this one is Candy. Guys, this is Kropotkin
Amato.”

Belinda wasn’t impressed but Candy practically jumped out
of her underwear. She just had to ask: “Barking Dog
Amato?” Looking me right in the eye, “Sas’s
father?”

In two blinks Amato was a changed man. “Sas? Like in a
nickname for Lonie? You know Lonie Amato?”

Belinda caught on, grabbed Candy’s hand. Candy was chalk
pale but, apparently, Belinda’s move wasn’t fast enough
to stifle her. She said, “Sure. We work with Sas. Don’t
we?” So, I thought. You girls have wasted the night away
having a hen session upstairs. I hoped a guy named Garrett
hadn’t played too prominent a role.

Barking Dog said, “Lonie is my daughter. Not many people
know . . . I haven’t seen her since she
was five.
My wife . . . She never believed in what I
was doing. She thought I was crazy. Maybe I was. Maybe not. It
didn’t matter. She took off. With Lonie. You know Lonie? You
really know Lonie?”

Even crackpots get to shed their tears.

The girls didn’t know what to say. I waved them off. I
said, “Old buddy, I guess I owe you a little confession. The
reports we’ve been doing? They’ve been going to your
daughter through Hullar. Yeah. He was a nominee but not a
villain.”

“Lonie? Really? You know my daughter, Garrett?”

“I’ve seen her, that’s all. I don’t know
her.”

“Is she all right? Tell me about her. Tell me
everything.”

“I’m going to break your heart, old buddy. I
can’t. We get along and we’ve worked some things
together, but you aren’t my client. Hullar is, for your
daughter. I can’t tell you anything unless they say
it’s all right. I will tell you that she’s healthy. She
ain’t up in the world, but she’s a long way from down.
You want to know more, I’ll see what Hullar says.”

Belinda said, “I’ve changed my mind. You’re a
real shit, Garrett.”

“What if I was working for you? Would you want me telling
your business without permission?”

She grumbled. She made noises. She understood. Barking Dog might
well be enthusiastic about news of his daughter, but would the
daughter be eager to have him intrude upon her life?

Lonie’s wishes had to be consulted.

Barking Dog reached that conclusion too. Maybe faster than I
did. He said, “Garrett, you talk to her. See if she’ll
meet me. You work that out, where I can see her, I’ll be your
slave for life. Anything you want, it’s yours. I loved that
girl. And I haven’t seen her since she was practically a
baby.”

Belinda and Candy looked at me like they expected pearls of
wisdom to drip from my lips, as though with a wave of rusty
knight’s blade all could be made right between Barking Dog
and his long-lost child. There was a lot of sentimental emotion
floating around. If I was going to gain any ground with either of
these beauties, I was going to have to play for the reunion.

I’m a cynic. I admit it. I had to do it to maintain my
chances. No way was I going to waste my precious time on that out
of sentiment. I’m one of the hard guys. You can’t get
me with that mush.

I hoped Amato’s heart didn’t break when he found out
what his daughter did.

Hell, I didn’t know what she did. Did I? She
danced for Bishoff Hullar. That didn’t make her a whore.
Anyway, that wasn’t any of my business.

I said, “I don’t want to be impolite, guys, but I
really am beat. I’ve been hustling all day. You ladies want
to stay up, talk to Mr. Amato, that’s fine with me. Make sure
the front door is locked when you go to bed. What that means is,
one of you has to stay up till Mr. Amato and those clowns in there
with His Nibs leave.”

The Dead Man proved that one of his brains had room left for me
while he entertained royalty. You need not concern yourself,
Garrett. I suspect that I will not get rid of this prince short of
being so rude he hauls us up on charges. I am confident Dean will
be awake in ample time to see our last guest out. Do get some
sleep.

That didn’t sound good at all. He isn’t kind to me
unless he has plans for me. If he wanted me rested, he meant to run
me into the ground later.

I patted Amato’s shoulder. “Talk to the girls.
I’ll see about your daughter.”

Two minutes later I was between the sheets. I killed the lamp
and was unconscious before my head hit the pillow.



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