Champ, playing with our new little visitor.â
âYou home?â
âYeah, Paul. We went to Irv Jeromeâs office today, and we ran into a little situation.â
Gorman closed his eyes and leaned back in his office chair. He had heard too many stories that started that way, and they never ended well. âWhat sort of situation, Stone?â
âSome guys interrupted our search. Obvious mob muscle.â
âOh God,â Gorman moaned. âThat wacko partner ofyours didnât kill anybody, did he?â
âRelax, Paul, we never even drew on these guys. Just had to rough them up some. Iâm sure they think they interrupted burglars from a rival gang of bad guys. The monkey wrench in the gears is, Jeromeâs secretary came in while we were there. Sheâd have taken the heat for our break-in, so we couldnât just leave her there.â
In the background Gorman heard a flurry of rapid-fire conversation, beginning with one woman snapping âSam!â and another saying âSo Iâm a monkey wrench now?â
Now Gormanâs voice rumbled in a low chuckle. âSo, you took her to your place. Sherry must love that. And your dogâs playing with her?â
âNot with her. Sheâs got a kid.â
Now Gorman was laughing out loud. He could picture the scene, and it was priceless. âA kid? Sherry must reeeeeally like that!â
âThe good news is, if we can keep the girl alive I think sheâs got some information that can help us bust this case, and maybe bring down the guys Jerome works for, now that we know for sure that heâs mobbed up.â
Behind Masonâs voice, Gorman now heard âSam. Rickard. Come to dinner.â That would be Sherry, very good indeed at lining up the troops.
âHey, Paul, I got to go,â Mason said.
âIâm sure you do,â Gorman replied. âHave a good dinner. Think Iâll be heading for the house myself.â
Gorman spun his chair to see the odd purplish layer that hangs on the New York horizon some days just as night falls. As he reached to cut the connection on his call, a new button began flashing on his phone.
The intercom said, âThatâs Sanchez,â in that voice Gunny often used that sounded just like âHere comes trouble.â Gorman punched the button.
âWhere the hell are you?â
âDonât get your panties in a knot, white boy,â Ruby said. âIf you must know Iâm sitting on the toilet in a nice Mexicanrestaurant trying not to get
my
panties in a knot.â
âDo you suppose you could be a little more specific?â Gorman asked.
âWell, itâs a thong actually. They get twisted up so easy when youâ¦â
âI meant about your location, smart-ass,â Gorman snapped. Why did he even talk to this woman?
âIâm in a place called Mariaâs in Brooklyn, having dinner with the mark. You want me to turn on that homing dingus you gave me?â
âIt would be nice to have the telemetry, but itâs up to you if you think youâre safe. Are you making any progress with this guy, whatâs his name?â Gorman heard the muffled cantina music, at least confident that Ruby was giving him the straight story.
âRafael Sandoval. Colombian immigrant who is helping a whole passel of his countrymen join him in the good old
U. S. of A. Of course, he doesnât know I know that bit. Boss, I just know this guyâs a player, and I think I can get him to open up to me if I just give him enough rope. Whatever his smuggling deal is, itâs got me stumped. If he donât tell us, I donât think weâll ever find out.â
Gorman slid Rubyâs folder closer to himself. âDid you get a read with a different set of dogs?â
âShee-it, you think Iâm stupid as your white boy detectives? Got them to switch out the mutts this afternoon. New hounds wasnât no different