Dicky liked the sound of that last part.
I understand you're a hardworking man with a wife to support. So I'm not gonna give you jail time, deprive you of your means of making a living. Instead, this court fines you five hundred dollars and places you on probation for a period of one year.
There were legal words after that Dicky Campau didn't understand, in fact barely heard, even staring right at the judge, who was coming off the bench now, everybody getting up as he left the courtroom. Dicky felt somebody take hold of his arm and knew it was his wife.
Inez said, Do him a favor and he'll do you one. That was some deal you made.
Dicky walked away to get fingerprinted and sign some papers. It gave him time to think, wonder how he was going to raise five hundred dollars without killing another gator. It gave his wife time to think too, because when they were out in the hall and he mentioned it, she said, That ain't the way to do it. They catch you now, you go to jail.
He asked her, How, then?
Inez said, Get it off the judge.
Chapter 11
If the judge can work it for you to go to Starke, Elvin said to Dale, that's fine. I can tell you all about how to jail up there. Only I don't see it happening. You get to Reception at Lake Butler, I doubt they'll send you there on a first-time five-year deal. I'm talking about Florida State Prison, what we generally call Starke. Or you could get Union Correctional, over west of there not too far. It don't matter which though, they're both shitholes.
They sat in the living room of the house in Delray Beach drinking beer out of longnecks, the only way Dale liked to have his. It wasn't much fun though. Dale wanted to leave or turn the radio on loud or shut Elvin up if he knew how.
Union Correctional, or UCI, is what they use to call Raiford, when they had Old Sparky there. See, wherever the lectric chair is, that's your state prison. That's why now it's at FSP. The difference I noticed my second fall, there aren't no more real convicts since this crack shit come about. Convicts, they'd sit around talking about jobs, banks they'd held up, argue about how to blow a safe. Now you got inmates instead of cons and these guys are crazy. All they think about is getting dope and getting laid, looking to see who they can turn. See, once you get turned you're pussy. Inmates, they'll snitch you for smoking a joint, anything, to get in good with the turnkeys.
Dale said, You want another beer?
Elvin said, Sit still when I'm talking to you.
Dale eased back in the sofa, Elvin staring at him.
What you have to learn is how to ride the rap, do your own time, but get salty quick as you can. You're in the population you don't have to be good-looking, you're a new punk coming in and that'll get you elected. The first one comes at you and you back down, you're pussy. What you have to do is boo him up. A nigger, you have to stick him. See, if a nigger has a white boy, even one's ugly, he thinks he's a big man. What you do is buy yourself a shank. You can get anything you want in there but a woman. Some pretty good shine we call buck, made of rice or orange juice with some yeast and sugar. We'd have some poor asshole keep it in his cell while it set up. Elvin paused. I better show you how to make a shank. I could use a spoon The easiest kind of weapon to make, you melt the end of a toothbrush and stick a razor blade to it. I cut a dink one time looked at me funny, he's got a scar now from sixty-five stitches in his face. You won't kill a person with a toothbrush, but he'll stay wide of you. Let's see Yeah, what you might do till things settle down, stick a book in your pants under your shirt, one in front, one in back, so your belt holds em there? It'll give you some protection in case a dink tries to shank you. He comes in high on you, going for the throat or the heart, the books won't do you no good. But most times it goes down is in a crowd and the dink will stay low so as not be seen. There was a boy one time, they're hurrying him to the infirmary and this one holding the stretcher drops his end and stabs the boy again. So don't trust nobody till you find out who's with who, how they hang out together in the yard. Understand? They send you to Starke write me and I'll give you the names of people can do you some good. It'll cost you, nothing's free. But it's nice to have friends, huh? Listen, where your keys at? I have to go someplace.
I have to go someplace too, Dale said. He wasn't sure where, but knew he had to get out of here. Out of this house, out of Delray and keep going. He'd been to Orlando to Disney World and Daytona Beach a lot of times, but he'd never been past the Georgia line or to places he'd like to see like California.
Dale? Where your keys at?
It was quicker to shoot over to Dr. Tommy's house from Delray than coming down from Palm Beach sightseeing, like the other night. Elvin took Dale's pickup north on 95 to Boynton Beach, cut over to Ocean Ridge and it didn't take him fifteen minutes.
From a dump full of palmetto bugs, called roaches other places, to what Elvin believed was the slickest house he'd ever seen. And yet a little sneak like Dr. Tommy owned it. The house was light-gray brick with white trim and shutters and a white tile roof. It didn't look to have any size till you went up the drive through palm trees and sea grape and saw it was built into high ground, a lot more house on the ocean side where it had a big flagstone patio, a swimming pool but no diving board shit and all kinds of shrubs and palm trees dressing up the grounds. Elvin found this out by walking around the outside of the house and there was Dr. Tommy on his patio reading the paper, a tall drink on the table next to him, the whole patio in shade with the sun off on the other side of Florida.
Elvin said, How we doing today?
He didn't see the Cuban guy what was his name? Hector. Dr. Tommy was also a Cuban but hard to tell. Neither one of them had what you'd call that true greaser look. This doctor was a shifty booger though. Look at him. Shorts and no shirt, tan and skinny, squirming to sit up straight, putting his nice face on. Some newspapers slid off his lap to fall on the flagstone. Dr. Tommy didn't seem to notice.
Well, he said. I didn't expect you so soon. No, I should say I expected you, yes, but didn't think it would be this soon.
Getting his meaning straightened out. Elvin didn't see it changed anything. He pulled a chair away from the glasstop table, a heavy wrought-iron patio set, nothing but the best, settled into the chair's maroon cushions, then had to turn his head to look up at the house this close. Two floors with an upper deck across the back and stairs coming down from it.
Being put out of business hasn't seemed to hurt you none, Elvin said. What kind of doctor were you?
I still am, Dr. Tommy said. Dermatologist. He raised a finger to his cheekbone. Those brown spots you have right here should be looked at.
You're looking at em, aren't you?
I mean tested. You have to be careful, you let it go, it could be melanoma.
Now you're trying to scare me.
If you don't worry about skin cancer
I been outside all my life.
That's why you have those spots. But you wear a hat, that's sensible. What else you want to know?
Dr. Tommy didn't seem as nervous talking about skin as he did movies the other night. Elvin put his hat down on his eyes a little more. I been thinking about what Sonny told me.
Oh, the movies? Dr. Tommy said. I can hear Sonny. Told you if you got your hands on them, even one, you could make a lot of money. Is that right?
Smiling now look at that. Not a bit nervous.
That was Sonny's idea, threaten to show my father unless I paid him. But he didn't have the nerve to do it himself, so he tried to get a young lady to help him. She would do all the work, keep him out of it. But she came to me instead, told me everything. So then I accused Sonny in front of the young lady. He called her a liar and she hit him with her fist, a big woman. Sonny had to protect himself, so he hit her with that iron thing, the poker.
Dr. Tommy paused to take a sip of his drink right in front of Elvin, not bothering to ask if he wanted one. Elvin wondering, What's going on here?
Putting the glass down the doctor said, Okay, he told you a different s
tory. And you believe him because Sonny is a beautiful liar. Am I right?
Elvin had to readjust his hat on that one, set it looser on his head. You catch him, Elvin said, he'd like roll over on his back with his paws in the air. Give you this sad look so you won't hurt him too much.
You know him, Dr. Tommy said, and you don't know whose story to believe? I'm talking about why that young lady was killed. But really, what difference does it make? You're more interested in those movies than the truth. I tell you they're gone, you don't believe me. It's why you came back. What were you in for, in prison?
Shifting his gears all of a sudden.
I shot a guy, Elvin said.
You kill him?
Course I killed him.
I thought something like that. Okay, so now you come to work a deal on me. But there aren't any movies, so what do you do now? You want to search my house if you think I'm lying?
Here was this dink talking right up to him. It took Elvin a moment to adjust, resetting his hat again where it would stick to his forehead.
He said, Well, we sure got a lot cleared up there, didn't we? and looked toward the house.
The doc's boy, Hector, was out on the upper deck now in his Cuban shirt, leaning on the rail watching them. He had shoulders on him for a little guy, short in the legs but maybe worked out, knew some tricks. He acted like a girl and was an ugly fucker, reminding Elvin of sneaky types he'd known up at Starke.
If I was to take you up on that, Elvin said, look around your place
Yes, if it pleases you, do it.
He won't try and stop me?
Who, Hector? What does he care? It's not his house.
What's he do for you?
Oh, the laundry, cleans the bathrooms, makes my drinks. Dr. Tommy looked up at the deck. He wants to know what you do for me.
Elvin saw the guy up there hunch his shoulders, still leaning on the rail. He said something in Spanish. Now the doctor said something back to him and Elvin looked over to see him smiling.
What're you talking about?
He said if we have to serve time, this is the place to do it, that's all. A private joke.
Guy like him, if he wasn't so fuckin' ugly he'd do okay in the joint.
Hector loves me, Dr. Tommy said. I could ask him to shoot you, I believe he would, yes. Hector is very emotional.
Elvin said, Convicted felon, you have a gun in the house? That could get you in trouble.
All it did was get the doctor smiling again.
You're still looking for a way to work some kind of deal on me, Dr. Tommy said. Okay, you want, call the police. Tell them I have a rifle my father gave me. I was fourteen years old and he took me to hunt wild pigs. You know what happened? He caught me shooting flamingos. From that time when I was a boy he started watching me.
Maybe this guy was a retard. Elvin said, What'd you shoot flamingos for? You can't eat em, I don't think.
Why? What difference does it make? Fuck the flamingos. Fuck you, too. You want to call the police, tell them I have a rifle? Uh, tough guy?
Elvin said, What's wrong with you? The guy acting strange, his eyes getting a funny look, while his voice was fairly calm.
Or would you like to use it? Dr. Tommy said. You have the experience, uh? You're looking for a score I'm serious now. You listening?
Yeah, I'm listening.
I'll pay you to kill a man. What do you say?
What Elvin said was, How much?
And it got Dr. Tommy smiling again, the dink easy to tickle, saying now, You're my man, Elvin, becoming pals all of a sudden. I knew it as soon as you walked in the other night. You don't care who, only how much.
If the price ain't right, Elvin said, what's there to talk about?
The doctor nodded his head, his smile gone but his eyes shining as he gave the figure.
Ten thousand.
That didn't sound too bad. Get half up front.
To kill the man, Dr. Tommy said, who ruined my life.
It didn't look too ruined to Elvin.
I can't work, I have to sell my possessions to live. My paintings, works of art
Getting a good buck, too, if he had ten grand laying around the house. We talking cash for this job?
Yes, of course.
You been thinking about it long?
More than thinking, finding out about him. Where he lives, where he goes to drink, the women he sees. Hector is my eyes while I'm a prisoner.
Whatever that meant. Elvin said, Well, shit, you ought to know where he lives.
But it could be too late, Dr. Tommy said. He bent over in his chair and started gathering up the newspapers he'd dropped, Elvin noticing he had The Miami Herald, the Sun-Sentinel The doctor handed him one saying, Here, on the front page of the Post. You must have seen it.
Elvin took the newspaper. The second he spotted the picture, that bony face grinning out of the page, he said, Jesus Christ, this is the guy we're talking about? Judge Gibbs? I thought you meant your daddy.
He's already dead.
Elvin said, And didn't leave you nothing, huh? On account of you shot that flamingo and been generally fucking up all your life. I forgot for a minute there it was Gibbs convicted Sonny and nailed you on the dope charge. He's the same one sent me up. This was getting good, realizing he had his own pay-back motive now besides money. Why hadn't he thought of it? The other day this same judge give my young nephew five years for nothing. You met him, Dale Crowe Junior?
Dr. Tommy was waiting, staring up at him.
Have you read the paper? I ask that assuming you can read.
Elvin gave him a look, narrowing his eyes. You think I don't know how?
Well, for Christ sake do it, will you?
Elvin found the column, read partway into the story that asked if the judge was gator bait and stopped.
There's somebody already tried for him?
That's the question, why I wonder if it's too late, Dr. Tommy said. If I thought of it, how many others have too? Are thinking about it right now?
Shit, Elvin said, you want Bob Gibbs you might have to get in line, huh?
Chapter 12
One time Kathy said to her brothers, You guys are lucky. You go after offenders you know are dirty, get a conviction and you have a sense of accomplishment, huh? You've done something. I think it's like a game with you. High-risk but it pays off and it's fun. You know what I do? Paperwork. I check up on people who wish I'd leave them alone and then I fill out forms. I don't get anything out of it because I never finish. It's always the same losers, one after another.
The latest one, Dale Crowe Junior. She stopped by his house, didn't see his pickup but knocked on the door. No answer, so she walked around the house looking in windows, hoping Dale hadn't run off. Her brother Tony, with Metro-Dade, said, You don't like it, quit. Do what you want. You're smart, for a girl. You think we have fun, apply to Palm Beach PD. That'd be pretty light duty, nothing you can't handle up there.
Her brother Ray, her buddy, said, You know how to find people, you know how to talk to offenders. I think you'd make a good investigator. Why not? Yeah, but have to drive a radio car first, do street work. Meet the same kinds of people she did now but on a different basis. Confront them armed. Perhaps some time or other have to use the gun.
She thought of it looking in Dale's windows and right now wished she had the .38 snubnose Tony had given her. In case Elvin was home and got funny. Maybe asleep when she knocked on the door. But all she saw through the windows was trash, low-class living, discarded stuff, cans, longnecks, empty pizza cartons She wished now Gary Hammond had come with her. Talk, get to know more about him.
Driving home she wondered where he lived. She was still in the apartment off West Atlantic in Delray Beach. No more Keith with his attitude and his sporty outfits she used to gather from the floor. Finding out about the blond nurse hadn't bothered her as much as picking up after him. The blond nurse gave her a quick way out. She couldn't imagine Gary Hammond leaving his cl
othes lying around, or the top off the toothpaste. But maybe she wouldn't care if he did. Little things became irritations when you weren't getting along. The last she had heard of the major irritation, Keith excuse me, Dr. Baker he had switched his specialty from psychiatry to anesthesiology. It was Ray who told her about it. He still didn't trust Keith. She said, I've almost forgotten him.
Except now he was popping into her mind again when she thought about Gary Hammond, in a way comparing them. She had never caught Keith looking at her unless he wanted something. Looking just to look. In the shower she wondered what Gary Hammond saw when he looked at her with his nice eyes. The phone rang as she was getting out.
This is Bob Gibbs.
Kathy stood at her desk in the living room, felt the towel slip and held it with an arm across her breasts. She said, Yes, Judge, as if he called her all the time.
You get my message at work?
I wasn't in this afternoon.
You were supposed to call me.
No, I'm sorry.
How's your boy Dale Crowe doing?
I'm going to stop by his house this evening.
Good. I want you to come by here after. I'm at home. Be a good chance for us to talk.
Judge?
Mainly about my wife's condition.
How is she? Kathy said, stalling. It wasn't the question she wanted to ask.
You mean is she normal? Hell no, I told you that.
Is she home?
That was the question. It got a moment of silence.
I suppose you heard about the alligator business.
It was in the paper.
I know it was. I didn't want Leanne to get mixed up in it, her mind the way it is. I sent her to Orlando for a few days, visit friends she has there. You have a pencil? I'll give you directions.
Judge, I'm not the least bit qualified.
Hon, let me decide that, okay? You want to help me, don't you?
She wanted to say, Look, I'm not going to bed with you. You mind? So leave me alone. If she could say that But then wondered, what if she could learn something? If they did talk about his wife Something Gary didn't know about. Maybe help him. Get to see him again Judge, it might be late.