maybe gave Lutz a gun, told him to ⦠No. Bookkeepers never did that kind of stuff, wouldnât know how. Crazy idea.
Lutz shouts his name, beats it in a taxi. Explain that. Doesnât add up.
Cars came and went.
Maybe Lutz was here on Mob business, just visiting, just bad luck they met. Business doing what? Putting in the fix on the rodeo shows? Chicago wouldnât waste its time on El Paso. Small potatoes. Forget it.
He was jimmying the smokes machine to get a few packs of Pall Mall before he locked up, when a fresh idea slid sideways into his brain and dazzled him, it was so brilliant. If Lutz was just visiting, heâd go away again, good, no problem. If not, that meant he lived here. Frankie found a phone book. Not a common name. And hey! There it was:
Lutz, E. B.
and an address, the only Lutz in town. Soon thereâd be none. Frankie rejoiced.
Keep it simple, kid.
That was his motherâs advice too.
Donât get in a pissinâ contest with a polecat.
A boyâs best friend, people said. Damn right.
Tonight was too late, heâd have to get Lutz out of bed, it would be noisy, neighbors might interfere. But Frankie was restless. He drove out into the desert and did some target practice, shooting at cactus plants under the full moon. He felt good, in command again. He drove home and quit the roominghouse, it was a dump, and he went and checked into a motel. From now on it would be motels for Frankie. He could afford it. Lutz must be loaded. Heâd make it look like robbery. This was his trade, for Chrissake. God bless you, ma. Sleep came easy.
5
âSo you slept on it. I have to say your decision surprised me. Worried me too. Considerably.â
âI donât see why,â Luis said. âFreddy Garciaâs your client. Iâm his get-out-of-jail card. You should be pleased.â
âItâs not as simple as that.â They were in James de Courcyâs office, facing each other across the glossy slice of redwood. âAsa lawyer Iâm an officer of the court. I have a duty to act â¦â He frowned, and looked about the room, searching for the right word.
âCorrectly.â
âYes, that of course, and more. Decently, honorably. You donât know a lot about oil, do you, Luis?â
âSo what? I know a lot about Freddie.â
âAnd even Freddie doesnât know everything about this oil well heâs buying. Nobody does, because nobody can. Heâs not just gambling, heâs gambling
blindfold.
That takes guts, more guts than Iâve got.â He stood up, and winced as the weight went on his right leg.
âFreddy never shirked a fight.â
James took a silver-topped cane and limped around the room. âThey couldnât get all the bits of bullet out,â he said. âThe debris wanders hither and yon, making a bloody nuisance of itself ⦠Now: I wasnât going to tell you this until I heard your decision. Your ten-thousand-dollar investment buys you fifty thousand dollarsâ-worth of stock in Hanover Fields. If Freddyâs right, youâll double that in a year, maybe less. If heâs wrong â¦â
âThatâs out of my hands,â Luis said. âAnd now this is in his.â He put a fat envelope on the desk. âOne hundred hundreds.â
âIâll wire it to him within the hour. Heâll exercise his option, by nightfall youâll be part-owner of an oil well.â James came over and they shook hands.
âTell me one thing,â Luis said. âWhy did the Russian shoot you in the leg?â
âThere could have been many reasons. By the time Iâd put a bullet through his head it was too late to ask.â
âGood shooting, in the circumstances.â
âYes. He had a very small head.â
Fitzroy installed a man named Slug Murphy in the Lutz apartment. The name was wrong, it suggested someone squat and loud. In reality he was