The old man closed his eyes tight and moaned like a dog in heat. I stood up and looked down at him.
“What’s the matter, old man?” I asked. “The booze go to your head?”
I smashed his skull in.
After that I unscrewed the top from the gin bottle and took a swallow. I almost spat it out; straight kerosene would’ve tasted better.
“Old man,” I told him. “If I didn’t do it this cow piss of yours would’ve.” I took another swig and put the bottle down. It was supposed to look like a robbery, the way I’d planned it. Marge made it something else, but I couldn’t worry about it now. I emptied out his pockets and came up with twelve crumpled dollars and some loose change. No wonder he was so anxious to wrap things up; another day and he would’ve had to find cheaper lodgings.
Since it was supposed to be a robbery, I emptied Marge’s pocketbook, and along with some money, found an envelope addressed to me. I shoved it into my pocket. I felt kind of uneasy leaving her alone with a man like Bert Debbles, but I didn’t figure any harm could come of it. I moved his leg so it wasn’t touching her.
As I was reaching for my overcoat I noticed my glove was stained with blood. Looking over my clothes I realized I was soaked in it. I guess I’d been aware of the wet stickiness, but thought it was sweat.
I pulled a sheet from the cot and wiped myself off. Providence must’ve been looking out for me; I had worn my overcoat to keep from being recognized. I didn’t count on needing it to hide my soiled clothing.
I put it on and listened by the door and heard only dead silence. I opened the door a crack and made sure the hallway was clear. After nodding farewell to Marge, I out of the room and closed the door behind me. At the end of the hallway was a common bathroom. I gave a quick look inside, saw it was empty and walked in.
I guess I let loose with sort of a giggle when I saw my reflection. I looked like hell. My hair was matted with dirt and sweat, and was pulled every which way like a clown’s wig. Red speckles dotted my face, as if I’d spent the day painting.
I bent over the sink and scrubbed the blood off my face. After wetting my hair, I combed it back. With the overcoat off, it looked like I had slipped and rolled about the floor of a slaughterhouse. With it buttoned up, though, I could’ve been heading to the opera.
Of course, I wasn’t going to any opera. I opened a window and got onto the fire escape, and then climbed down to the alley below.
Chapter 27
I keep a change of clothing in my office. As soon as I got there I used it. I crumpled my soiled clothing into a ball and shoved it behind one of the file cabinets. When I had time I’d dispose of the clothing, but for now it would be safe where it was.
It was six o’clock, and I didn’t have long before I had to find Mary. If I hurried I could grab a quick dinner. I slipped the overcoat back on and put my hand against its inside pocket, feeling the weight of the thirty-two caliber revolver.
* * * * *
Mary was working at the convenience store. From across the street I could see her plainly. She looked a little haggard, which was understandable considering the load she was carrying.
A kid in the store was thumbing through magazines and scratching his armpits. I waited outside until he left-until Mary was alone.
“Hello, Mary,” I said to greet her as I walked into the store.
“Johnny, what are you doing here?”
“I need to talk with you.”
Her brow furrowed and her bottom lip pushed out as she tried to make up her mind about something. I don’t think she ever looked more beautiful.
“I tried calling you but you weren’t in,” she said. “We do need to talk, Johnny, I think-”
“I’ve got good news,” I said, cutting her off. “I found them. Both your momma and daddy.”
“My mother really is alive?”
“That’s right, darling. She is.”
“Tell me all about her.”
“I will. I’ll tell you everything after we get in the car. Why don’t you get your things together.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’ve arranged for you to meet your daddy tonight.”
“But I’m working until midnight.” She shook her head slowly. “I can’t just leave.”
“Sure you can. Lock up, and we’ll leave right now. I don’t see too many folks dying to come in here.”
“I have a responsibility, and-”
“Mary.” I smiled, and it was a smile that would’ve warmed the cockles of any dead man’s heart. “We’ll be back in a few hours. No one will care.”
“But-”
“No, darling,” I said. “This is more important, isn’t it?”
“I guess so.”
“And besides, I’ve been up almost every night beating my head in trying to figure this thing out. You know why?”
She bit her lip, and moved her head slightly from side to side. “Because, darling,” I said, smiling again, “I made you a promise. I don’t want to lose your respect. It would hurt too much.”
“I do respect you.”
“No you don’t.” I laughed softly. “And no one can blame you for that. I screwed up pretty bad before. I want to make it up to you, though.”
“That’s wrong about my not respecting you. I-”
“Darling, what were you needing to talk to me about?”
“Nothing.” She blushed. “It’s not important now.”
“You were going to fire me. I saw it in your eyes when I walked in here. And you’d have had every right in the world.”
“It was only-”
“You don’t have to explain,” I said. “Why don’t we get going?”
She froze, unsure of what to do. Mostly, she wanted to go with me, but part of her was still holding back, clinging to her responsibilities.
“Can’t we go tomorrow?”
“Mary,” I said, “your daddy’s expecting us now.”
Her eyes started misting up. “And my mother?”
“She’s living in Oklahoma City. We’ll see her later, but tonight you get to meet your daddy.”
That did it. I was offering her something she’d been waiting too long for. Whatever fence she was sitting on gave way. “Okay,” she agreed, wiping some wetness from her eyes. “Just give me a minute to lock up.” As she turned away she did a double take.
“Johnny,” she said, “what happened to your forehead?”
“Cut myself shaving. By the way, you’re going to have to drive. My car’s at the mechanics-engine problems. I had to take a taxi here.”
Actually, I had walked-the full five miles from my office. I couldn’t take the chance of a cabbie remembering me. As far as the world was concerned, Mary and I never crossed paths tonight.
“Okay,” she nodded. “I’ll be right with you.”
She locked up the cash register, and did all the other necessary chores before setting the alarm and turning out the lights. I followed her out the door.
“I hope I don’t get fired for this,” she said.
“I wouldn’t worry about it,” I assured her.
We got into her car, a rusted out Chevy Nova almost as old as she was. It took three tries before she got it started, and the sick gurgling it made started me worrying. One thing I hadn’t considered was her car breaking down. If that were to happen I’d be sunk. Everything would blow up in my face. I decided not to worry about it; I had gone too far already.
“Where are we going?” Mary asked.
“Now don’t get upset, but we need to stop off at Jerry Bry’s house first.”
She stared, rigid, gaping at me. “He’s not my father!”
“I know he’s not, but I have to talk with him.”