“A package of money.”
“A big package?” His hands outlined a rectangular shape in the air.
“It would be a fair size.”
He ducked with mechanical speed and reached under the counter. Not knowing what to expect, I brought the gun out of my jacket pocket.
He came up with a brown paper parcel, which he pushed away from him across the counter as if it were contaminated. “Is this the package you’re looking for?”
It bore a yellow express-sticker and was addressed to Mrs. Amy Miner, care of Danny’s Neighborhood Market. I broke the string around it and tore it open. Sheaves of fifties tumbled out on the counter-top.
His hands went out to the money. Then he saw my gun and drew back. He wiped his hands on the front of his apron.
“When was this delivered, Mr. Wolfe?”
“This morning. It come by express this morning. I didn’t know what was in it. Honest to God, mister, I didn’t know what was in it. She had no right to send it here. I never broke the law in my life.”
A car door slammed outside. I looked up and saw the Lincoln with Helen at the wheel, and Amy Miner running forward across the sidewalk. She flung the door open. The bell jangled wildly.
“Give me the money,” she said. “It’s my money. I earned that money.”
Her father chattered behind me: “Keep her away. I don’t want anything to do with her.”
Amy had stopped in the doorway, head thrust forward and elbows high, like a running figure caught in stone. The whole weight of her attention leaned on the gun I was holding. Sam Dressen came up behind her quickly and softly. Blue steel handcuffs glinted in his hand. He circled her leaning body with his arms and snapped the handcuffs on.
She cried out, very loudly: “It isn’t fair! It’s my money! Thieves! Dirty robbers!”
Later, she said: “I didn’t do it for money. I only did what I had to do all along.”
Daniel Wolfe had closed his store for the rest of the day and led us back through it into his living-room. Its blinds were drawn, but some light leaked around them onto yellowing curtains, a worn and dusty carpet, a mohair davenport with balding arms, an old cabinet radio. There were photographs of two women on the radio. One was a wooden-framed studio portrait of a smiling girl in leg-of-mutton sleeves and sailor hat, probably Amy’s mother. The other was an enlarged copy of Kerry Snow’s photograph of Amy.
Wolfe peered at them through the dim mote-laden air, then sat down with his back to them. The armchair he chose seemed large for him. Tears glittered in the hollows of his head. There were no tears on Amy’s face. She sat opposite me on the davenport, with Sam and Helen beside her. A line of light from the window fell slanting across the three of them, touching Helen’s head with fire, decorating Sam’s blouse with an honorific yellow sash, gleaming dully on the cuffs on Amy’s wrists. All the time she was speaking, her hands were pulling back and forth, tugging this way and that against the tightened steel rings.
“They didn’t leave me any alternative,” she said. “Kerry found me the end of January. This Art Lemp came along with him. Lemp was the one that tipped Kerry off where I was, and Lemp had this plan for kidnapping Jamie. Kerry said I had to help them. He said I had to do my part in it to pay him back for all those years in prison. He didn’t believe me when I told him that Fred turned him in, that Fred must have followed us to the flat in L.A. that last weekend we had together.
“He wouldn’t listen to reason. He was ready to kill me if I didn’t help them. What could I do? I said that I would go along with their plan. They told me that they would be back the next Saturday for another conference. Lemp called them conferences. All that week my mind was a blank. I couldn’t think. I was scared to death that Fred would find out about Kerry coming back. I had this terrible guilty feeling about Kerry. It wasn’t the kidnapping plan. That didn’t worry me then. I thought it was just a crazy dream they cooked up, that it couldn’t work. – It was Kerry. From the first time I saw Kerry Snow, I knew my life would stand or fall with him. It was more than a guilty feeling I had. I felt surrounded, like the things were coming to pass that I knew were coming, way back in ’45 when Kerry and me went together, the first time.
“I got Fred drunk that Saturday night. It was his first time in two years, but Fred was always a pushover for liquor. I bought him a bottle myself and fed him a few triples after supper so he wouldn’t know what was going on. Then I took the Lincoln and went to meet them at the time they said. It was ten o’clock they said.
“I didn’t have any plan to kill Kerry. I wasn’t thinking. I just felt surrounded. It happened like automatically when I saw them standing there in the road beside their car, two little men there standing in my lights. Lemp saw me coming and got away. He rolled away under their car. But I knew I hit Kerry. I felt the bumps, double bumps. I didn’t care. I loved him so much, but he didn’t love me any more.
“I drove up on the ridge away from the city and parked for a while. I tried to think. There was a moon that night. I remember how it looked, shining on the water. It was pretty on the water. I sat there watching it for a while. All I could think was: ‘I killed Kerry tonight, and I’m as cool and calm as moon on the water.’ That is the way I felt.
“When I went back, their car was gone. I said to myself: ‘I frightened you off, Art Lemp. I’m a better man than you are, Art Lemp.’ Kerry was lying on the side of the road. He looked dead. He didn’t look like Kerry. He looked like a picture of a dead man all black and white in the moonlight. I didn’t stop. I didn’t want to go near him. That way I could kid myself that he was never alive.
“Fred was fighting blind drunk when I got home. His bottle was gone. He wanted another bottle. I told him he was too far gone to drive, but he wouldn’t listen. He was blind drunk and deaf drunk. They picked him up that way in town – I don’t know how he ever got as far as town. What could I do? I let him take the blame for what I did to Kerry Snow.
“What else could I do?” she asked us, grinding her bony wrists against the handcuffs. “If I confessed that I was the one, they’d know I did it out of malice and forethought. They’d dig it out all about Kerry and me, how he went over the hill so he could stay with me, and all those days we had in the flat together, and how Fred’s jealousy sent him up to the pen. I couldn’t tell them. I couldn’t tell Fred, either. He could never hold anything back, he always went by the rules. He’d broadcast it to the world.
“Fred never did find out that it was Kerry, and he never did find out that I was the one. I thought for a while, when he got his probation and all, that things would turn out for us yet. Then Art Lemp came back one night. He was scared of me now, I could tell by the way he acted, only he wasn’t scared enough. He thought he was smarter than me, that he could outsmart me and out-talk me. I let him think that.
“Lemp told me how lucky I was. He told me he did me a favor, by taking all the stuff out of Kerry’s clothes so the body couldn’t be identified. Now it was my turn to do him a favor, he said. He was full of his plan to take Jamie, still burning up with that plan. He said he was a mastermind, that he could operate by remote control and never get caught. – I was the one that was caught. I had to do what he said, I had to tell him what the Johnsons did at all different times of the day, and spy on Mr. Johnson’s savings-book to see how much cash there was. But that last week I worked out a plan of my own.
“He wasn’t even going to pay me!” she cried in a surge of anger. “Not a red cent was he going to pay me! A man so cheap, didn’t he deserve to die?”
“He deserved to die,” I said.
My agreement seemed to calm her. She went on: “And I was the one who had to do his dirty work for him. The hardest part was Saturday morning. I had to lie to Fred and make him believe me. I told him Mrs. Johnson sent him a message, that she was sick in bed and sent him a message through me. She was worried, I told him, because somebody threatened to kidnap Jamie. He was to take Jamie off to the desert house where he would be safe from the kidnappers over the weekend.