Money Men by Gerald Petievich Page A

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    Removing a crayon and coloring book from a kitchen chair, she sat down, softly rubbing her eyes.
    "Do you want to talk?"
    "Yeah, uh, sure," he said with lunchmeat in his mouth.
    "This is the earliest you've been home since it happened."
    "I guess you're right." He stopped eating momentarily and unloosened his tie.
    "I went to early Mass this morning and prayed for Rico. I've had nightmares about it. I've been worried about you, too." She stared at her folded hands.
    "God bless you, Rose." He patted her hands. "Everything will be back to normal pretty soon."
    "How could they do that to someone? Take someone's life...a young man like he was. He'll never be able to have...raise children, to have a family."
    He looked away from his wife's eyes.
    "Are you going to come to bed?" Rose said.
    "Can't sleep right now. I think I'll watch TV for a while." He put things back in the refrigerator.
    Rose got up and went into the bedroom.
    Kelly fell asleep after watching ten minutes of a Richard Widmark movie. He awoke an hour later and telephoned Carr at his apartment. No answer. He phoned Sally's place. Carr answered.
    "Just thought of something," Kelly said. "There used to be a red-haired stickup man that hung around that bail-bond place on North Broadway..."
    "He's in San Quentin."
    "You sure?"
    "Yes. Delgado thought of him and had him checked out."
    "Oh. Uh. Sorry to wake you up."
    "Good night, Jack."
    "Good night."
    Carr hung up the phone on the nightstand.
    "Who was that?" Sally said.
    "Kelly."
    "Do you feel like playing?"
    "I don't know. Do you?"
    She rolled over away from him and mumbled something.
    "What say?"
    "I said never mind."
    Carr thought about the Sunset Motel again.
    It was 8:00 A.m. Driving back toward the women's jail, Carr wondered if it would have been better not to try to sleep at all. The fatigue had set in.
    "What happens if Vikki doesn't recognize any of the mug shots?" Kelly said, looking blankly at the road.
    "Back to square one," Carr said. He yawned.
    While putting their service revolvers in the jail safety locker, a hefty matron in a green uniform told them that Vikki had just bailed out. The lady sheriffs glossy lipstick was painted slightly over the edges of her lips, giving her mouth a gigantic appearance.
    "Bail bondsman from the San Fernando Valley," she chirped. "He had an order from a judge."
    "Well, I'll be god damned," Kelly said. "You might have figured that some Communist judge would screw things up."
    "Communist?" the heavily rouged deputy said, smiling.
    "That's right, sweet meat. Why else would a judge release a hype on bail? Hypes are sick. They couldn't find their way back to court even if they wanted to."
    "Well, they all do it these days."
    "That's because they're all Communists. Lawyer Communists. All judges were lawyers once. Don't forget that."
    "I guess I never looked at it quite like that." The deputy adjusted a straining bra strap.
    Carr and Kelly walked across the parking lot to the government sedan. "I hope Vikki went back to Leach's place," Carr said. "Otherwise we might never be able to find her." He put the stack of mug shots in his coat pocket. He really hoped Vikki was home.
    Kelly parked the sedan in the driveway of the pink apartment house next door to Leach's.
    "Watch this," Carr said. He stuck his head out the passenger window and spoke in a loud whisper toward the apartment house.
    "Is she home?"
    "Came in two hours ago in a taxi. She's alone. Why'd you let her go?" said the woman.
    "She bailed out," Carr answered. He opened the door and got out of the sedan. Kelly followed.
    "Who the hell is that?" Kelly said.
    "I don't know," Carr said.
    They walked to the front door. Kelly knocked loudly. There was no answer. The house was still.
    Kelly stayed at the front door. Carr walked along the driveway and into the back yard. He knocked on the screen door and waited. No answer. Cupping his hands to his eyes, he leaned forward against the screen. Vikki was at the corner