Free Money Men by Gerald Petievich Page B

as if the arm was not attached to her body.
    "Yes. But I'm not saying anything else. Pleach is my old man. He told me he'd kill me if I ever snitched. Once he knocked me out. He slugged me in the jaw with all his might and knocked me out, but he didn't mean to..."
    "Pleach didn't stand up for you today, Vikki. Why do you think we came here?"
    "I'm not going to say anything against my old man." Vikki stared at her scarred arm.
    Kelly walked back into the living room and began flipping up sofa cushions.
    Carr sauntered into the kitchen area and opened cupboards.
    Kelly's tone was disinterested. "When's the last time you fixed?" he said.
    "'Bout twelve hours ago."
    "How do you feel?"
    "I don't feel good. I might have to throw up."
    "You'll have plenty of time to throw up in jail tonight. It'll give you something to do." Kelly chuckled.
    "You're really cold, man," Vikki whimpered.
    Having checked the drawers and cupboards, Carr stepped into the bedroom. An unmade waterbed in a sea of dirty clothes and shoes. He waded through the clothes and opened the window. It didn't help the smell.
    The dresser drawers were overflowing with a mixture of clean and dirty clothing. Under a pile of socks he found a stack of Polaroid photos. One was of a naked Vikki spread-eagled on the slimy bed, her hype's arms outstretched. Another showed her inserting a pink rubber dildo. Her expression was passive. He put the photos back under the socks.
    In the next drawer down was a well-worn address book. He pulled it out of the drawer and looked under R. No Ronnie. He read every page. No one with the first name Ronnie. He put the book in his coat pocket and walked back into the kitchen.
    Vikki was sobbing uncontrollably, her hands over her face.
    Kelly looked toward the kitchen and winked.
    Carr went back into the living room and sat down next to Vikki. She looked up.
    "Can I get you a drink of water, Vikki?"
    Vikki shook her head no. She wiped her nose with her hands.
    "I wouldn't expect you to answer any questions about Pleach if he had stood up for you, but he didn't. He handed you up."
    "You're just trying to trick me into talking. I don't know anything. I don't like that other guy. He's a real prick." She pointed at Kelly. "Pleach has been good to me. He respects me as a person. "
    "He doesn't respect you as a person."
    "How do you know?" Vikki whined.
    Carr stood up and walked to the stereo-system wall unit. He took the cassette tape from his shirt pocket and popped it into the tape player. He fiddled with the dials and turned up the volume to loudspeaker quality,
    "If Vikki's there with the stash, she gets arrested. Do you want to get her involved?"
    "What the fuck do I care? She's just a dumb hype bitch. A friend of mine gave her to me.   If you go there and find counterfeit money, it's hers, not mine."
    Carr turned off the tape player and removed the cassette. He put it in his coat pocket and sat down next to Vikki again.
    Her expression was the same as in the Polaroid photographs.
    Kelly rambled through the bedroom, slamming drawers.
    Vikki began to cry again. "I want to see my little boy."
    "Who did Pleach give some of the counterfeit money to?" Carr said.
    "Nobody. He was holding the stash for a printer who went to the pen. He didn't want to pass the money because the Feds had the serial numbers. That's all I know. How much time am I going to get? The bag is Pleach's. Not mine. Honest to God." A tear rolled off the end of her nose and landed on the front of her housecoat.
    "Think back, Vikki. Did he give even one or two of the twenties to anyone?" Carr's voice was soothing, soft.
    "He gave a couple of them to a red-haired guy. 'Bout fifty years old, balding. He came over a few days ago. Told Pleach he needed a couple of the bills for a scam or something. I was in the kitchen, and I heard them talking."
    "What kind of a scam?" Carr leaned closer.
    "He didn't say, and Pleach didn't ask."
    "What was the man's name?"
    "Red. That's what Pleach