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Authors: Lawrence Sanders
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ANDERSON: How you been?
JOHNSON: I get some jive so I’m still alive.
ANDERSON: Things going good for you?
JOHNSON: I do this and that, but I don’t get fat.
ANDERSON: Cut the shit and talk straight. You got some time to do a job for me?
JOHNSON: If it’s a crime, I’ve got the time.
ANDERSON: Jesus Christ. Skeets, there’s a house on the East Side.
If you’re interested I’ll give you the address. There’s a live-in spade maid works one of the apartments. Every day at noon she comes out to do shopping.
JOHNSON: When you talk a chick, you gotta click.
ANDERSON: Light tan. West Indian. Big lungs. Pretty. I want you to get close to her.
JOHNSON: How close, oh, Lord, how close?
ANDERSON: Everything. Whatever she can tell you about her apartment. Her name’s Andronica. That’s right—Andronica.
She’s from Apartment Four A. There may be a coin collection there. But I want to know about the rest of the house, too—
whatever she’ll spill.
JOHNSON: If she won’t spill, then her sister will.
ANDERSON: There’s a funny room in the basement. A cold room. It’s locked. Try to find out what the hell it is.
JOHNSON: If the room is cold, then I’ll be bold.
ANDERSON: You on?
JOHNSON: If you’ve got the loot, I’ve got to suit.
ANDERSON: A bill?
JOHNSON: Make it two and I’ll be true.
ANDERSON: All right—two. But do a job for me. Here’s a loner to get you started. I’ll be back here a week from today, same time.
All right?
JOHNSON: As a man you’re mean, but I like your green.
Chapter 26
Transcription of tape recording POM-14JUN68-EVERLEIGH.
Approximately 2:10 A.M.
MRS. EVERLEIGH: Did the doorman see you come in?
ANDERSON: He wasn’t there.
MRS. EVERLEIGH: The bastard. We’re supposed to get twenty-four-hour doorman service, and this bastard is always down in the basement drinking wine with that drunken super. Brandy?
ANDERSON: Yes.
MRS. EVERLEIGH: Yes, please .
ANDERSON: Go fuck yourself.
MRS. EVERLEIGH: My, we’re in a pleasant mood tonight. Tired?
ANDERSON: Just my eyes.
MRS. EVERLEIGH: I think it’s more than that. You look like a man who’s got a lot on his mind. Money problems?
ANDERSON: No.
MRS. EVERLEIGH: If you need some money, I can let you have some.
ANDERSON: No … thanks.
MRS. EVERLEIGH: That’s better. Drink up. I bought a case of Rémy Martin. What are you smiling about?
ANDERSON: You figure this will last for a case?
MRS. EVERLEIGH: What’s that supposed to mean? You want to cut out? Then cut out.
ANDERSON: I didn’t want to cut out. I just figured you might get tired of me slamming you around. Are you tired of it?
[Lapse of seven seconds.]
MRS. EVERLEIGH: No. I’m not tired of it. I think about it all the time.
When I was in Paris, I missed you. One night I could have screamed, I wanted you so bad. I got a million things on my mind.
Business things. Details. Pressure. I’m only as good as my last season. I work for the worst bastards in the business—the worst . I only relax when I’m with you. I think about you during the day, when I’m at the office. I think about what we did and what we’ll do.
I don’t suppose I should be telling you these things.
ANDERSON: Why not?
MRS. EVERLEIGH: A girl’s supposed to play hard to get.
ANDERSON: Christ, you’re a stupid bitch.
[Lapse of five seconds.]
MRS. EVERLEIGH: Yes. Yes, I am. When it comes to you. You’ve been in prison, haven’t you?
ANDERSON: Reform school. When I was a kid. I stole a car.
MRS. EVERLEIGH: And you haven’t been in since?
ANDERSON: No. What makes you think so?
MRS. EVERLEIGH: I don’t know. Your eyes, maybe. Those Chinese eyes. The way you talk. Or don’t talk. Sometimes you frighten me.
ANDERSON: Do I?
MRS. EVERLEIGH: Here’s the bottle. Help yourself. Are you hungry? I can fix you a roast beef sandwich.
ANDERSON: I’m not hungry. You going on another trip?
MRS. EVERLEIGH: Why do you ask?
ANDERSON: Just making conversation.
MRS. EVERLEIGH:
ANDERSON: How you been?
JOHNSON: I get some jive so I’m still alive.
ANDERSON: Things going good for you?
JOHNSON: I do this and that, but I don’t get fat.
ANDERSON: Cut the shit and talk straight. You got some time to do a job for me?
JOHNSON: If it’s a crime, I’ve got the time.
ANDERSON: Jesus Christ. Skeets, there’s a house on the East Side.
If you’re interested I’ll give you the address. There’s a live-in spade maid works one of the apartments. Every day at noon she comes out to do shopping.
JOHNSON: When you talk a chick, you gotta click.
ANDERSON: Light tan. West Indian. Big lungs. Pretty. I want you to get close to her.
JOHNSON: How close, oh, Lord, how close?
ANDERSON: Everything. Whatever she can tell you about her apartment. Her name’s Andronica. That’s right—Andronica.
She’s from Apartment Four A. There may be a coin collection there. But I want to know about the rest of the house, too—
whatever she’ll spill.
JOHNSON: If she won’t spill, then her sister will.
ANDERSON: There’s a funny room in the basement. A cold room. It’s locked. Try to find out what the hell it is.
JOHNSON: If the room is cold, then I’ll be bold.
ANDERSON: You on?
JOHNSON: If you’ve got the loot, I’ve got to suit.
ANDERSON: A bill?
JOHNSON: Make it two and I’ll be true.
ANDERSON: All right—two. But do a job for me. Here’s a loner to get you started. I’ll be back here a week from today, same time.
All right?
JOHNSON: As a man you’re mean, but I like your green.
Chapter 26
Transcription of tape recording POM-14JUN68-EVERLEIGH.
Approximately 2:10 A.M.
MRS. EVERLEIGH: Did the doorman see you come in?
ANDERSON: He wasn’t there.
MRS. EVERLEIGH: The bastard. We’re supposed to get twenty-four-hour doorman service, and this bastard is always down in the basement drinking wine with that drunken super. Brandy?
ANDERSON: Yes.
MRS. EVERLEIGH: Yes, please .
ANDERSON: Go fuck yourself.
MRS. EVERLEIGH: My, we’re in a pleasant mood tonight. Tired?
ANDERSON: Just my eyes.
MRS. EVERLEIGH: I think it’s more than that. You look like a man who’s got a lot on his mind. Money problems?
ANDERSON: No.
MRS. EVERLEIGH: If you need some money, I can let you have some.
ANDERSON: No … thanks.
MRS. EVERLEIGH: That’s better. Drink up. I bought a case of Rémy Martin. What are you smiling about?
ANDERSON: You figure this will last for a case?
MRS. EVERLEIGH: What’s that supposed to mean? You want to cut out? Then cut out.
ANDERSON: I didn’t want to cut out. I just figured you might get tired of me slamming you around. Are you tired of it?
[Lapse of seven seconds.]
MRS. EVERLEIGH: No. I’m not tired of it. I think about it all the time.
When I was in Paris, I missed you. One night I could have screamed, I wanted you so bad. I got a million things on my mind.
Business things. Details. Pressure. I’m only as good as my last season. I work for the worst bastards in the business—the worst . I only relax when I’m with you. I think about you during the day, when I’m at the office. I think about what we did and what we’ll do.
I don’t suppose I should be telling you these things.
ANDERSON: Why not?
MRS. EVERLEIGH: A girl’s supposed to play hard to get.
ANDERSON: Christ, you’re a stupid bitch.
[Lapse of five seconds.]
MRS. EVERLEIGH: Yes. Yes, I am. When it comes to you. You’ve been in prison, haven’t you?
ANDERSON: Reform school. When I was a kid. I stole a car.
MRS. EVERLEIGH: And you haven’t been in since?
ANDERSON: No. What makes you think so?
MRS. EVERLEIGH: I don’t know. Your eyes, maybe. Those Chinese eyes. The way you talk. Or don’t talk. Sometimes you frighten me.
ANDERSON: Do I?
MRS. EVERLEIGH: Here’s the bottle. Help yourself. Are you hungry? I can fix you a roast beef sandwich.
ANDERSON: I’m not hungry. You going on another trip?
MRS. EVERLEIGH: Why do you ask?
ANDERSON: Just making conversation.
MRS. EVERLEIGH:
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