A Walk Among the Tombstones

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  "The dogs name," I said into the phone, "and the name of the dog before this one. Have her describe both dogs and furnish their names. "

  He was amused. "One dog wont do. It has to be two. "

  "Yes. "

  "So that you may be doubly reassured. Ill humor you, my friend. "

  I WONDERED what he would do.

  Hed have called from a pay phone. I was certain of that. He hadnt stayed on the line long enough for his quarter to run out, but he wasnt going to change the pattern now, not when it had worked so well for him. He was at a pay phone, and now he had to find out the name and description of two dogs, and then he would have to call me back.

  Assume for the moment that he wasnt calling from the laundromat phone. Assume he was at some phone on the street, far enough from his house that hed taken a car. Now he would drive back to the house, park, go inside, and ask Lucia Landau the names of her dogs. And then he would drive around to still another phone and relay the information back to me.

  Was that how I would do it?

  Well, maybe. But maybe not. Maybe Id spend a quarter and save a little time and running around, and call the house where my partner was guarding the girl. Let him take the gag out of her mouth for a minute and come back with the answers.

  If only we had the Kongs.

  Not for the first time, I thought how much easier it would be if Jimmy and David were set up in Lucias bedroom, with their modem plugged into her Snoopy phone and the computer set up on her dressing table. They could sit on Lucias phone and monitor her fathers, and whenever anyone called wed have an instant trace.

  If Ray called home to find out the names of the dogs, wed be perching on that line, and before he knew what to call the dogs wed know where they were keeping the girl. Before he had relayed the information to me we could have cars at both locations, to pick him up when he got off the phone and to lay siege to the house.

  But I didnt have the Kongs. All I had was TJ, sitting in a laundromat in Sunset Park and waiting for someone to use the phone. And if he hadnt been profligate enough to squander half his funds on a beeper, I wouldnt even have that.

  "Makes a person crazy," Yuri said. "Sitting, staring at the phone, waiting for it to ring. "

  And it was taking its time. Evidently Ray- that was how I was thinking of him, and I had come alarmingly close once already to calling him by name- evidently he had not called home, for whatever reason. Figure ten minutes to drive home, ten minutes to get the answers from the girl, ten minutes to get back to a phone and call us. Less if he hurried. More if he stopped to buy a pack of cigarettes, or if she was unconscious and they had to bring her around.

  Say half an hour. Maybe more, maybe less, but say half an hour.

  If she was dead it could take a little longer. Suppose she was. Suppose theyd killed her right off the bat, killed her before their first call to her father. That, certainly, was the simplest way to do it. No danger of escape. No concern about keeping her quiet.

  And if she was dead?

  They couldnt admit it. Once they did there was no ransom. They were far from destitute, theyd taken four hundred thousand from Kenan less than a month ago, but that didnt mean they didnt want more. Money was something people always wanted more of, and if they hadnt there would have been no first call, and probably no kidnapping. It was easy enough to pick a woman off the street at random if all you wanted was the thrill of it. You didnt need to get cute.

  So what would they do?

  I figured they would probably try to brazen it out. Say she was out of it, say shed been drugged and couldnt focus enough to respond to questions. Or make up some name and insist that was what shed told them.

  We would know they were lying and would be about ninety percent certain Lucia was dead. But you believe what you want to believe, and we would want to believe in the slender possibility that she was alive, and that might lead us to pay the ransom anyway because if we didnt pay there was no chance, no chance at all.

  The phone rang. I snatched it up, and it was some jerk with a wrong number. I got rid of him and thirty seconds later he called back again. I asked him what number he was calling, and he had it right, but it turned out he was trying to call someone in Manhattan. I reminded him he had to dial the area code first. "Oh, God," he said, "Im always doing that. Im so stupid. "

  "I got calls like that this morning," Yuri said. "Wrong numbers. A nuisance. "

  I nodded. Had he called while I was getting rid of that idiot? If so, why didnt he call back? The line was clear now. What the hell was he waiting for?

  Maybe I had made a mistake, asking for proof. If she was dead all along I was only forcing it all out into the open. Instead of trying to bluff it through, he might decide to write the operation off and scramble for cover.

  In which case I could wait forever for the phone to ring, because we wouldnt be hearing from him again.

  Yuri was right. It made a person crazy, sitting, staring at the phone. Waiting for it to ring.

  ACTUALLY it took only twelve minutes over the thirty minutes Id figured as an average. The phone rang and I grabbed it. I said hello, and Ray said, "Id still like to know how you figure in this. Youd have to be a dealer. Are you a major trafficker?"

  "You were going to answer some questions," I reminded him.

  "I wish youd tell me your name," he said. "I might recognize it. "

  "I might recognize yours. "

  He laughed. "Oh, I dont think so. Why are you in such a rush, my friend? Are you afraid Ill trace the call?"

  In my mind I could hear him taunting Pam. "Pick one, Pam-mee. Ones for you and ones for me, so whichll it be, Pam-mee?"

  I said, "Its your quarter. "

  "So it is. Ah, well. The dogs name, eh? Lets see, what are the old standbys? Fido, Towser, King. Rover, thats always a popular favorite, isnt it?"

  I thought, shit, shes dead.

  "How about Spot? Run, Spot, run! Thats not a bad name for a Rhodesian Ridgeback. "

  But he would have known that much from the weeks of stalking her.

  "The dogs name is Watson. "

  "Watson," I said.

  Across the room, the big dog shifted position, pricked up its ears. Yuri was nodding.

  "And the other dog?"

  "You want so much," he said. "How many dogs do you need?"

  I waited.

  "She couldnt tell me what breed the other dog was. She was young when it died. They had to put it to sleep, she said. Silly term for it, dont you think? When you kill something you ought to have the courage to call it that. Youre not saying anything. Are you still there?"

  "Im still here. "

  "I gather it was a mongrel. So many of us are. Now the names a bit of a problem. Its a Russian word and I may not have it right. Hows your Russian, my friend?"

  "A little rusty. "

  "Rustys a good name for a dog. Maybe it was Rusty. Youre a tough audience, my friend. Its hard to get a laugh out of you. "

  "Im a captive audience," I said.

  "Ah, would that it were so. We could have a very interesting conversation under those circumstances, you and I. Ah, well. Some other time, perhaps. "

  "Well see. "

  "Indeed we will. But you want the dogs name, dont you? The dogs dead, my friend. What good is his name? Give a dog a dead name, give a dead dog a bad name-"

  I waited.

  "I may be saying this wrong. Balalaika. "

  "Balalaika," I said.

  "Its supposed to be the name of a musical instrument, or so she tells me. What do you say? Does it strike a chord?"

  I looked at Yuri Landau. His nod was unequivocal. On the phone, Ray was saying something or other but the words werent getting through to me. I felt light-headed, and had to lean against the kitchen counter or I might have fallen.

  The girl was alive.

  Chapter 19

  As soon as I got off the phone with Ray, Yuri fell on me and wrapped me up in
a bear hug. "Balalaika," he said, invoking the name as if it were a magic spell. "Shes alive, my Luschka is alive!"

  I was still in his embrace when the door opened and the Khourys came in, trailed by Landaus man Dani. Kenan was carrying an old-fashioned leather satchel with a zipper top, Peter a white plastic shopping bag from Krogers. "Shes alive," Yuri told them.

  "You spoke with her?"

  He shook his head. "They told me the dogs name. She remembered Balalaika. Shes alive. "

  I dont know how much sense this made to the Khourys, who had been out on a fund-raising mission when the recognition signals were arranged, but they got the gist of it.

  "Now all you need is a million dollars," Kenan told him.

  "Money you can always get. "

  "Youre right," Kenan said. "People dont realize that but its absolutely true. " He opened the leather satchel and began taking out stacks of wrapped bills, arranging them in rows on top of the mahogany table. "You got some good friends, Yuri. Good thing, too, is most of em dont believe in banks. People dont realize how much of the countrys economy runs on cash. You hear cash, you think drugs, you think gambling. "

  "Tip of the iceberg," Peter said.

  "You got it. Dont just think of the rackets. Think dry cleaners, think barbershops, beauty parlors. Any place that handles a lot of cash, so they can keep an extra set of books and skim half the take out from under the IRS. "

  "Think coffee shops," Peter said. "Yuri, you shoulda been a Greek. "

  "A Greek? Why should I be a Greek?"

  "Every corner theres a coffee shop, right? Man, I worked for one of them. Ten employees on my shift, six of us were off the books, paid in cash. Why? Because they got all this cash theyre not declaring, got to keep the expenses in proportion. If they report thirty cents of every dollar goes through the register, thats a lot. And you know the frosting on the cake? Eight and a quarter percent sales tax on every sale, law says they have to collect it. But the seventy percent of sales they dont report, they cant exactly hand over the tax on that, can they? So it gets skimmed, too. Pure tax-free profit, every penny of it. "

  "Not just Greeks," Yuri said.

  "No, but they got it down to a science. You were Greek, all you gotta do is hit twenty coffee shops. You dont think they all got fifty grand in the safe, or stuffed in the mattress, or under a loose board in the clothes closet? Hit twenty and you got your million. "

  "But I am not a Greek," Yuri said.

  Kenan asked him if he knew any diamond merchants. "They have a lot of cash," he said. Peter said a lot of the jewelry business was markers, IOUs that passed back and forth. Kenan said there was still some cash in it somewhere, and Yuri said it didnt matter because he didnt know anyone in diamonds.

  I went into the other room and left them at it.

  I WANTED to call TJ and I got out the piece of paper with all the calls the Kongs had logged to Kenans phone. I found the number of the laundromat pay phone but hesitated. Would TJ know to answer it? And would it compromise him if the place was crowded? And suppose Ray picked up the phone? That seemed unlikely, but-

  Then I remembered there was a simpler way. I could beep him and let him call me. I seemed to be having trouble adjusting to this new technology. I still automatically thought in more primitive terms.