“I don’t need a doctor,” he said. “This is bullshit.”
I nodded to Henry. We both helped Z up from the folding chair. Z slipped his arm around my neck and limped along, with Henry opening the door for us. Z spit out blood onto the ground while we walked together. He was silent the whole ride to the hospital.
14
“HOW’S IT GOING?” Susan asked.
“Swimmingly.”
“As in the freestyle or as in treading water?”
“The latter,” I said. “How could you tell?”
“I hear it in your voice.”
“‘If it was only the dark voice of the sea.’”
With the phone cradled between my ear and shoulder, I pulled a cold Amstel from the refrigerator. I popped the top. “Z was hurt today in a fight,” I said. “I just left him at Henry’s. He broke his nose, chipped a tooth, and reinjured his bad knee.”
“My God,” Susan said.
“He took it as well as could be expected,” I said. “Z is not the type to complain. More than anything, he seemed disappointed with himself.”
“Did he do anything wrong?”
“Nope,” I said. “But he hasn’t been doing this as long as I have. Yet he expects to achieve similar results.”
“And one does not become you in a few months.”
“It takes a lot more donuts and beer.”
“And experience.”
“That, too.”
Pearl was resting on the couch and gnawing on a rubber bone. I had tuned the television to the Sox against the Devil Rays. After, there was a Lee Marvin festival on TCM. Point Blank was up first. I had asked Z to join me. Z said he wanted to be alone for a while.
“Does he know he is a work in progress?” Susan said.
“I thought he did,” I said. “But now I’m not so sure. I think he believed I was the only man who could best him. Maybe Hawk or Vinnie, too. But not just a couple thugs in Revere.”
“Can he still help you?”
“He’s pretty badly hurt, Suze,” I said. “More his ego than his body.”
“You recall he refused therapy with me or anyone I recommended.”
“Yes.”
“And AA.”
“He believed he had the situation licked with a new outlook and new profession.”
“You need to get him working as soon as possible,” Susan said. “It doesn’t have to be hard work, but he needs to prove that he can be helpful. If not, he may fall into a funk and start thinking of himself as a complete failure. That feeds upon itself.”
“Maybe a professional shrink is paid to worry?”
“Z has a troubled history,” she said. “He has not been in recovery long enough to mend all his broken places.”
“Does anyone ever?”
“The longer the period from the last fall, the better,” she said. “Self-pity from failure can sometimes be very comfortable.”
“Henry will check on him.”
“And who will check on Henry?” she said.
“I know a sergeant at Revere PD,” I said. “He’s got a guy watching the place. I’ll provide escort to and from the health club.”
I looked out on Marlborough Street. The window was open and everything smelled and sounded like spring. Only the slightest chill off the harbor shooting through downtown and the Common.
“Get him working.”
“And what if he fails again?” I said.
“It’s not the failure,” she said. “It’s the time it takes to bounce back.”
“Years of being a shrink?”
“Years with a professional thug.”
15
THE NEXT MORNING I found myself sitting in a semicircle of folding chairs, listening to a bunch of old people gripe. Z joined me at the Ocean View for the group encounter. His massive arms were crossed over his chest, hand-tooled cowboy boots crossed at the ankles. His face looked like bruised fruit and he had walked in with a noticeable limp. Besides the obvious injuries, I did not care for the blurred and unfocused look in his bloodshot eyes.
“If they come back, I’m gonna blow their schnitzel off,” said an old man. He was tan and wrinkled, with a very prominent nose. His hair was an inky black. “You blame me?”
“Nope,” I said.
Z was quiet.
Schnitzel Shooter was joined by a fat woman in a leopard-print muumuu, a skinny and wrinkled woman with bright red hair, and a man in a blue polo shirt and chinos that hit him mid-stomach. The high-waisted man was introduced to me as Lou Coffone, board president. He looked like a condo board president. In fact, his polo had been monogrammed with the word President in case of confusion.
Coffone shook my hand and introduced the others, also members of the Ocean View board. I was disappointed to learn Schnitzel Shooter’s name was actually Buddy.
“They ruined his Cadillac,” said Muumuu. “Slashed the tires. Cut the roof. Keyed the paint job. He loves that car. We’ve had it how long?”
“Thirty goddamn years,” Buddy said.
“My friend was hurt, too,” I said. “Perhaps you noticed.”
“Sorry, Big Chief,” said the red-haired woman. “I saw what happened.”
Z did not respond.
“So now these guys decided to mess with the Ocean View bigwigs?” I said to Henry.
Henry nodded. The board members looked to one another, nodding. Coffone hiked up his pants even higher and stood next to the red-haired woman. Her hair was artfully tamed by a couple of gold pins and what I assumed was a massive amount of Aqua Net. Buddy was apparently with the woman with the leopard muumuu. Lovely couples.
“Now they’ve screwed themselves,” Henry said. “The board wanted to settle with the holdouts.”
“Even with the possibility of more money,” I said.
“I don’t like these people,” Buddy said. “Never would trust them.”
Z just listened. He recrossed his arms.
“Our residents are more scared than ever,” Coffone said. “We filed reports with the police in Revere, and they’re going to post some cops here. But some of us are still afraid to go to the corner store. That’s no way to live.”
“I had that Cadillac forever,” Buddy said. “I was going to give it to my grandson so he could cruise for chicks. Original paint was the color of vanilla ice cream.”
“Mr. Sixkill here may have to have knee surgery,” I said.
“We will not be liable for what happens to you,” Coffone said. “That’s between you and Mr. Cimoli.”
“No one is liable for anything,” Henry said. “But some of you may want to get your heads out of your asses and develop a little appreciation for what’s going on here.”
“And what’s being done?” Buddy said. “Other than people fighting on our doorstep?”
“To protect you and your damn car,” Henry said.
Coffone held up his hand. Stoic and in charge. “What about this casino we’re hearing about,” he said. “Is this just gossip and rumor?”
“It’s more,” I said. “I’m sorting out the details.”
“We are open to options,” Coffone said. “But I also must do what’s best for all our residents.”
“I would expect no less,” I said.
“So what do we do?” Coffone said.
“Stay tuned,” I said.
Buddy snorted. Muumuu rolled her eyes, looking as if she had had years of practice. Coffone walked over to a coffee urn and filled a foam cup. He returned, rocked back on his heels, and stared at the linoleum floor. “Nobody is happy how things are going,” he said. “Nobody likes being harassed or hosing off blood from our sidewalks.”
“If the buyer is who I believe it is,” I said, “you should be able to name your price.”