After the First Death (17 page)

“It was worth about a hundred new. Maybe a little more.”

“Well, that’s one for our side. You know the make?”

“Elgin. It said
Lord Elgin
on the dial.”

“You would know it if you saw it?”

“I suppose so.” I concentrated. “There was a link missing in the band, and—”

“Forget the band. It probably has a new band by now.”

“Oh. Just a minute. I think I could recognize it by the face. There’s a nick in the paint around the dial. If I saw it, I’m sure I would know it. But why? How could we find it?”

“If he stole it to keep ft, then we can’t Unless you walk around the city until you happen to see it on somebody’s wrist But if he stole it to sell it, it’s less than a week, and whoever took it probably still has it A watch that’s worth around a hundred dollars, you could fence it almost anywhere. I mean you wouldn’t have to go to an important fence. Just any pawnshop, and you would get ten or fifteen dollars for it. Maybe twenty, but probably ten or fifteen. So if we go looking to buy a watch, and we happen to see it—”

“It sounds impossible, Jackie.”

“You think so?”

“You said it yourself. How many pawnshops are there in the city? And how many watches? It could be anywhere.”

“It’s most likely around midtown. There’s some places a person would be most likely to go.”

“Still—”

“Can you think of a better place to start?”

“No, but—”

“I know a few people in hockshops.” Her hand moved, unconsciously, I think, to her upper arm. A sweater covered the hit marks, but I had seen them last night “The scene I have, things of mine go in and out of hockshops. So there’s some people I know.”

She was right. It was a place to start “Well try it,” I said.

“Let me get a coat on.”

“All right.”

At the doorway I said, “Jackie, why are you doing this? Why take the trouble?”

“What’s it matter?”

“I just wondered.”

She shrugged but didn’t say anything. The sun was bright outside, and she took sunglasses from her purse and put them on. We walked toward the park to catch a taxi While we were waiting she said, “You want to know something? I like you, Alex. I don’t like many people. That I can talk to and relax with.”

I found her hand. It was small and soft, and cold.

“Do you like me, Alex?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t say it unless it’s true”

“I like you, Jackie.”

“You ought to pull your cap down a little. You don’t want too much of your face showing.”

“All they notice is the uniform.”

“I suppose.”

“You’re a sweet person, Jackie.”

We stood waiting. There was a dearth of empty cabs. I lit us each a cigarette. She said, “Look, don’t make me a saint. Maybe I’m just interested, you know? Nothing ever happens. Something to do, you know?”

“Sure.”

She was superb in the pawnshops. Before we went to the first place, on Eighth Avenue just below Forty-seventh Street, she went over the routine with me. “Now the way it ought to play is that I’m in love with you and I want to buy you a present. See, the places we’ll be going, they’ll know that I’m a prostitute. So what they’ll figure is that you’re my man, and they’ll think, you know, a prostitute and her man, and they won’t be afraid to show a watch that is hot, like they might be otherwise.”

Prostitute.
The word had an odd sound on her lips. Unlike the slang and the euphemisms, it was clinically accurate, devoid of the usual overtones.
A prostitute and her man.

We played it by ear at the first shop and refined the script as we went along. First we would stand around outside, studying the watches on display in the window. Then, inside, she would explain that we wanted to buy a watch. A decent watch, and it had to have a sweep second hand—mine had had one, and that was one quick way to narrow down the entries.

“What was the brand you said you liked, honey?”

“Lord Elgin.”

“That’s it Do you have any Lord Elgins?”

They usually did; it’s not an uncommon watch. And they showed us tray after tray of watches. We made a great business of looking at watches, with Jackie now and then pointing one out and asking me if I didn’t like it, and with me always finding some reason to reject what was shown to me. We were careful to seem like live customers. If the pawnbroker had a Lord Elgin in stock, we wanted to make damned certain we got a look at it.

And we went from shop to shop, and looked at watch after watch after watch, and kept not finding mine.

We broke for a late lunch, bacon and eggs at an Automat on Sixth Avenue. I said, “Well, it was a good idea.”

“We’ll find it, Alex.”

“I don’t even know if I would recognize the damned thing. I’ve seen so many watches already today. Maybe somebody showed it to me and I didn’t spot it.”

“You would know it. How long have you had it?”

“I don’t know. Eight, ten years. Gwen gave it to me.”

“Your wife?”

“That’s right”

“Oh.” She took a sip of coffee. “If you wore it all that time, you’ll know it when you see it. And there are more places to try. We’ll find the watch.”

“Maybe.”

“You don’t like what we’re pretending, do you?”

“I don’t understand.”

“You know. That you’re my man.”

“I don’t mind.”

“No?” She searched my eyes, then looked away. “I don’t blame you,” she said.

“I really don’t mind it.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

I wanted to change the subject “Did Robin have a man?”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. If she did, he might know something.”

“She had somebody. Danny, his name was. But he died about, oh, two or three weeks before she did. Two weeks, I think. An OD. That’s an overdose. Heroin.”

“He used it, too?”

“Oh, sure. And Robin had to hustle twice as hard. Two habits, you know. Anybody who says two can live as cheap as one isn’t on stuff.” She shifted in her seat. “I’m getting a little ginchy, like I should go back to the apartment and fix. It’s not time. I think it’s talking about it that’s doing it. Sometimes it’s in the mind, you know? How did we get on this subject?”

“Robin’s man.”

“Yeah. I don’t know. He got a cap that wasn’t cut the way they usually are, or he used two caps to get up higher, or something. He died with a needle in his arm and Robin was there when it happened. Oh, Jesus. I don’t want to talk about it any more.”

“All right.”

“Let’s get out of here.”

“You want to go back to the apartment, Jackie?”

“No, I’m all right”

“You sure?”

“I’m all right. It’s my hangup and I know what it’s all about.” She took my arm. “We’ll find your watch,” she said. “I got a feeling.”

And we did, three or four places later, three or four blocks downtown and a block west. In a secondhand shop with a window full of radios and cameras and typewriters, we looked at a few watches, and then Jackie asked me what brand it was that I was especially interested in, and I said Lord Elgin right on cue, and the little old man in shirtsleeves remembered a Lord Elgin in truly perfect shape, a bargain, he could give us an awfully good price on it, and it was my watch he showed me.

He’d changed the band, just as Jackie had said he would. But it was the same watch and I would have known it a block off. “This is it,” I said. And added, “This is just what we’ve been looking for.”

Jackie reached to take it from me, nudging me with her foot. I guessed that this meant I should shut up and follow her lead. She studied the watch, then asked the price.

“Forty-five dollars.”

She thought it over, then set it down on the counter. “Well think it over,” she said. “We’ll be back.”

“Forty dollars,” the man suggested.

“We just want to go outside and talk it over in private.”

“At forty it’s a bargain. I bought it reasonable myself, that’s why I can offer it to you so cheap. You know what these cost new?”

“We just want to talk,” she said, and we got out of there.

We walked to the corner. She said, “You’re sure that’s the one, Alex? Because you have to be sure.”

“I’m positive. I’d know it anywhere.”

“Good. I knew we’d find it sooner or later, I had a feeling. Now we got to figure out how to find out where he got it. Let me think a minute.”

I lit a cigarette. The excitement was beginning to bubble inside me. I wanted to go back to the store and grab the little man by the throat “I’ll shake it out of him,” I said.

“No.”

“He’ll tell us. Why not?”

“No. Wait a minute.”

I waited.

“If it weren’t for the damned uniform you could pretend to be a cop,” she said. “But that’s no good now. What do they call them—Army Police?”

“Military Police. MP’s.”

“Yeah. Could you be something like that? But not after the bit we been working, it wouldn’t go down right Let me think. Do you have about fifty dollars?”

“I think so.”

“Make sure.”

I checked my roll. I had seventy dollars and change. “It won’t leave much,” I said, “but I’ve got it.”

“Good.”

“Why fifty? He said forty.”

“Forty for the watch. Ten more for him to remember where he got it. We got to scare him and bribe him both. C’mon.”

We went back into the store. He seemed surprised to see us. He had already put the watch away. He got it out, and I handed him forty dollars in fives and tens.

“I’ll have to charge you the tax—”

“No tax,” Jackie said.

“Listen, I don’t make the rules.”

“You make the prices. You’d of taken thirty-five and we both know it. You absorb the tax.”

“Well, I suppose I could do that—”

“And while you’re at it,” she said, watch in hand, “You can tell us who laid the watch on you, baby.”

He just looked at her.

“It was boosted Saturday night” she went on. There was a tough, flat quality to her voice that I had not heard before. “Somebody brought it here Monday morning. You tell me who.”

“Now, miss, you must be thinking of some other watch. I’ve had this particular watch in stock for over three months, and—”

She was shaking her head “No.”

“A lot of watches look alike. Lord Elgin, that’s not an uncommon—”

“No.”

He didn’t say anything. He had the money and we had the watch, and it was our move, and he didn’t get it.

She said, “You got the forty, that’s what you paid plus a profit. All we want is a name.”

“Believe me, if I could help you—”

“You’d rather talk to the cops?”

The round face turned sly. “I have a feeling,” he said, “that if you wanted to go to the police, you wouldn’t pay me forty dollars. The interest you have in this, you don’t want police.”

“Maybe.”

“So?”

“So it’s a private matter.”

“Everything’s a private matter. Nothing you come across these days is anything but a private matter.”

Scratch a receiver of stolen goods and you find a philosopher. I said, “All right, so tell him.”

Jackie looked at me, puzzled.

“We were at a private party Saturday night,” I said. That’s when the watch was taken. So you can see what that means. It was taken by someone at the party, and everyone there was a friend of ours. At least we thought so.”

“Ah,” the man said.

She came in on cue. “Which means we do not want police.”

“This I can understand.”

“But,” I said, “we would also like to know who our friends are.”

“So who wouldn’t like to know this?”

“Uh-huh.”

A sigh. “If I could help you.”

“Just a name.”

“I could tell you a name, and it wouldn’t mean anything, and I could say that this is the only name I know, and then what?”

“And a description.”

“So what’s a description? It might fit someone and it might not, and the person who took the watch, if this was the watch you lost, might not be the same person who sold it to me. If this was the watch in question.”

Jackie looked at him, then at the watch. She handed the watch to me and I put it on. I liked the old band better. I asked him if he had the old band around, and he looked at me for a moment and then smiled. He seemed to be enjoying this.

Jackie said, “If you don’t give us a name and a description, or if you do and we don’t get anywhere with it, somebody else is going to come here and ask the same questions, and it might be somebody who isn’t as nice as us.”

“Such threats from such a nice couple.”

“Sometimes threats come true.”

“Like wishes?”

We fenced like this, the three of us, with Jackie carrying most of the load while I picked up a cue now and then and helped her along. She was getting increasingly nervous, and several times I saw her rub the back of her hand over her nose or mouth. Her eyes were watering behind the dark glasses. A rage mounted in me, and I wanted to grab the round little man and hurt him.

The rage passed, but I reached out mental fingers and pulled it back for another look at it. And I took out another ten dollar bill and put it down on the counter, and he looked at it and at me.

I said, “That’s ten more dollars for a name and a description. You better take it, and you better deliver.”

“And if it’s a lie that I sell you?”

“Then I come back here,” I said, “and I kill you.”

“Would you really do this?”

“Is it worth finding out?”

He decided it wasn’t.

20

T
HE ONLY NAME I HAVE FOR HIM IS PHIL. IT COULD BE HIS
name. Who knows? Age, I would say, late twenties. I think he is Italian. Maybe Jewish, but I would think Italian. On the short side. Maybe five-foot-seven. A little shorter than myself, I would say. Dark hair, black, not too long and not too short. No part, just combed straight back. A pointed face like a piece of pie, you know what I mean? Like a triangle. Long nose. Thin lips. Pockmarks on his cheeks and chin. Walks with his shoulders hunched forward. Thin in the body. Very nervous, with the hands moving all the time.…

When we’d been over it three times, when we had all he had to give us, I told him he should forget he ever saw us. “You shouldn’t worry,” he said. “You were never here, I never met you, you shouldn’t worry.”