Maximum Bob

Elvin wondered why the cops hadn’t grabbed his dope. It must be ‘cause they were looking for a gun held mag loads and that wouldn’t fit in any of these pointy shoes. He said, “You keep all your money here?” The doc didn’t answer, unfolding a wad of hundred-dollar bills. He handed one to Elvin, telling him to get what it would buy. Elvin kept after him, asking, “How much you keep in the house?”

The doc thought about two thousand. He called it “walking-around money,” except he couldn’t go anywhere.

“Well, where’s the rest?” The doc told him it was in the bank and Elvin said, “A bank, don’t you know banks get robbed?” kidding with him. Then was serious again. “Don’t forget we still have a deal.”

Man, where was he? His head all fuzzed. He looked up to ask, what deal? His eyes red and shiny.

Elvin said, “When things quiet down and I do the job, I’ll drive you to the bank to get my money. No checks. This’s a cash deal.”

The doc wasn’t following the conversation. He said he had a terrible taste in his mouth and to hurry up and get him his rock.

While they were still upstairs Elvin said, “I had to chuck that piece you give me. Where’s your other one, up here?”

He’d dropped the Speed-Six in a Dumpster behind a liquor store when he went in to get a fifth of Beam. After leaving Ms. Touchy’s. He had not wanted to part with that gun till he remembered there was another one in the house. Now he remembered that fifth was still in the car from yesterday.

The doc was telling how the police found his rifles and confiscated them. Elvin said, “I mean that gun Hector pulled out of his jockstrap. When was it? Saturday. I bet you still have that one.” Dr. Tommy asked why he needed it, not wanting to give it to him. Elvin said, “Keep talking, see if I go get you your rock.” A junkie was the easiest person in the world to handle.

Now they went into Hector’s room where there were all kinds of different shaped pillows and a couple of stuffed animals-Jesus Christ-on the bed, a little white doggie and a furry green alligator. Dr. Tommy hefted the one, then the other, zipped open the gator and pulled out the bluesteel automatic Elvin recalled. A little seven-shot Walther.32 you wouldn’t even know was in your pocket. Elvin had felt naked not having a gun. Now he was back in business, looking toward what he saw would be a long night.

The first thing, drive over to the club where Earlene worked and have her make a buy for him. She’d do it right on the premises, all the dealers and dope fiends they had in there; she’d be happy to in her scared state.

Look to see if he was being tailed, of course. They might even try to give him a hard time in that smarty way cops had of talking; but they weren’t going to run him in on any two-bit dope charge.

The second thing, later on in the dead of night, load Hector onto the rubber raft, something heavy tied to him, paddle out in the ocean a ways and put him over the side. Come back and open that fifth of Beam. Hear Dr. Tommy moaning, Where’s Hector at? Have you seen him? I don’t know, Doc, maybe he went swimming.

God damn, he wished there was somebody he could tell all this to and watch their face.

She stared at the ceiling in the dark bedroom wondering if there was a way to turn off your mind.

Thinking that if she had cut Gary’s hair Monday night he wouldn’t have gone to Betty’s.

Imagining the place, Elvin walking in, Gary in the chair, Elvin knowing what he was going to do, speaking to Gary. She could hear his voice but not the words.

Then wondering if she would have shot Elvin standing by the table, the bag of groceries, if she’d had the chance. If he had waited while she came in here to get her revolver, walked back into the living room…

Then seeing it a different way, looking at him with the gun in her hand when Lou Falco said yes, he was dead. She might have shot Elvin in that moment. Might have. And thought, That’s the best you can do. Maybe you would. The gun in your hand. But then realized she was thinking about it now, after the fact or as a fantasy, and thought, So you don’t know what you would’ve done in that moment, the gun in your hand.

She imagined Betty’s Hair Studio again and saw Gary dead with his gun in his hand. Never fired, the paper said. She remembered Gary saying to Elvin the other day, “If I pull it, I shoot it. You understand?” That was the trouble, he did understand. He would know enough to walk in and start talking and Gary would think, oh no, have to sit here and listen to this guy and his bullshit, trapped, and Elvin would have him off guard, the nice guy putting up with him. It could have happened that way. Gary pulling his gun too late.

You had to be ready for Elvin.

Armed. A gun on you he didn’t know about.

A gun in your hand beneath the cloth they put over you to cut your hair, the moment you saw him come in.

She slipped out of bed in her T-shirt and got the.38 revolver from the top drawer of the dresser: a stubby S amp;W Chiefs Special with a two-inch barrel: the same model she had fired at the Academy during her training and again with Tony, when he gave this gun to her. He said she was a pretty good shot. A little more than a pound of metal fitting her hand. She brought the revolver back to bed with her and laid it on the night table.

She could see it in the wash of light from the window and began to think, You can’t change any of that. What are you getting ready for? He doesn’t want to kill you, he wants to play. He’ll make you come to check on him, kid about his urine and one day open his pants with that stupid grin on his face and get on top of you. That’s what it was about, what she saw in her mind and heard him saying, “Did you get some bad news?” He wanted to talk about it. Wanted you to tell him and then he’d put on his act and hint around, because if you don’t know he did it…

You have to know. It’s important to him. Gives you that stupid grin waiting to see what you’re going to do about it.

She was looking at tomorrow now instead of yesterday and could feel her heart beating with the idea of walking up to him. Look him over. Give him a chance to put on his act. Ray said, “You’re good at getting people to talk to you,” and she had thought of wearing a wire. But that could come later, if TAC went for the idea. The thing to do now was give Elvin a chance to show off, give his opinion maybe tell something that wasn’t in the paper. Talk to Hector first, if that was possible. Check out Dr. Tommy. Get a feel of what was going on in that house.

She was wider awake now, a few minutes past midnight, than when she came to bed. She set the alarm for 5:30 and thought about what she’d wear. Jeans, her navy blazer, a shoulder bag with the.38 in it. They could fire her, she was going to pack it from now on.