shoved the guy inside and said, âDonât puke.â He slammed the door shut and said to Dougherty, âYou know him?â
âNo. Iâm surprised, I thought I would.â Caron leaned against the car and got his smokes out of his pocket and lit one.
Dougherty said, âHe might have sold them something.â
âCan you see the guys who pulled this job paying someone with a stack of bills, the band still on it?â He was holding the paper band in his hand.
Caron took a deep drag and blew out smoke. âOkay, letâs get his story before we take him in.â
Dougherty looked past Caron into the car and said, âYou want to let him sleep it off?â
The guy was spread out over the back seat asleep.
âLetâs wake him up,â Caron said. âBut not here.â
They drove to the waterfront, along Mill Street until they were in the parking lot under the Bonaventure Expressway by the Lachine Canal. Dougherty pulled the drunk out of the back seat and propped him up against the hood of the car.
The guy was awake and trying to focus. He said, âWhat the hell?â
Caron stood beside the open passenger door and said, âWeâre going to give you a chance to walk away from this.â
âWhere the hell am I?â
âDeep shit,â Caron said. âYouâre in deep shit.â
He walked around the car and stood beside Dougherty, the two of them staring at the drunk, and Caron said, âBut we can get you out. All you have to do is tell us who else was in it with you.â
The guy said, âWho else?â like he really had no idea what they were talking about.
Caron said, âJust one name.â
He wasnât getting it and he started to look scared.
Caron spoke softly, like he was talking to a friend, saying, âItâs not too late for you, we know it wasnât your idea, we know youâre just a small part of it.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
Caron leaned back and Dougherty leaned in and slapped the hood of the car hard.
The guy jumped and closed his eyes, ready to get hit.
Dougherty said, âTell him what he wants to know.â
âI donât know anything.â
Dougherty slapped him. He grabbed the guyâs face in one hand and shook it till he opened his eyes and then Dougherty showed his other hand now in a fist. âTell him.â
âIt was me, it was just me.â
Dougherty pulled his fist back to punch but Caron grabbed his arm.
âJust one name, thatâs all we need. One other guy who was in this with you.â
The guy was crying, now, shaking all over. He managed to say, âJ-just me,â with Doughertyâs big hand squeezing his face.
âI can only help you if you help me,â Caron said. âI canât hold him back forever.â
âIt was just me, Jesus Murphy, Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry.â
Dougherty slammed the guyâs head onto the hood of the car and held it there, pressing his face into the still-warm steel.
Caron leaned down close to the guy and said, âWas it Peaky Boyle? We donât have to tell him we got it from you.â
âBig Jim Sadowski?â
Doughertyâs hand was on the guyâs neck then, and he lifted it up a little and then pressed down harder. âCome on.â
âI donât know, I donât know, it was just me, I swear.â He closed his eyes tight, scrunched up his whole face like he was trying to be a turtle and pull it into his shoulders.
Dougherty looked at Caron for direction.
âLook, no one thinks you did it by yourself.â
âI did, ask the old lady, I always work alone, I swear, if there was someone else, Iâd tell you.â
Caron motioned for Dougherty to let the guy up and he did.
âHere.â Caron held out his smokes and the guy looked at