didnât look so well herself, but she perked up when she saw the money. âIf I were an actress,â she muttered gamely, âIâd say thatâs a rôle worth considering.â
There were eighty-seven one-hundred dollar bills, two twenties, one ten, and four ones. It took almost two minutes to count them.
Just like that, I was handling more cash than Iâd ever handled in my life.
âHe was good for it,â Lavinia marveled.
âThereâs enough to pay off the sound system,â I puzzled. âSo what are we doing here?â
âStepnowski was sixty days past his most recent payment, which is a month beyond the pale. Sal couldnât get him on the phone, so he called Ivy.â
âBetween not being able to get away with it and not wanting to get your guitar-playing fingers broken, let alone get yourself killed,â I gestured at the body, âthis doesnât have to happen too often?â
Lavinia shook her head gravely. âIvy doesnât happen too often. But this,â she blinked toward Stepnowski, âthis never happens.â
âNow must be never.â
She pursed her lips. âItâs certainly more than I bargained for.â
I held up the money. âWhat should we do?â Before she could answer, I added, âWe should call the cops.â
âIf we call the cops,â Lavinia suggested, âtheyâll try to prove that we did it. They wonât look for anybody else.â
âThat would be a hasty conclusion. We only came here to collect a bad debt. Itâs unfortunate, I admit, that you had to bring along a gunâby the way, is it licensed?â
Lavinia rolled her eyes.
âSo your pistol could be a little troublesome. Still, thatâs a long way from a murder rap. By the time they coordinate time of death with our whereabouts today, and get back the ballistics, and talk to Ivy and Kramer, weâll be in the clear. Theyâll keep your gun and thatâll be it.â
Lavinia cleared her throat and recited dully, âIâll be in the clear until they find the inventory of liquor store videos in my apartment. Then theyâll start wondering all over again about who was driving the getaway car.â
âWhat getaway car?â I was taken aback. âYou mean for the robbery?â Of course thatâs what she meant. âLavinia â¦. â
Lavinia looked morose. âThink of it as a youthful indiscretion.â
I didnât like this development at all, even if, ultimately, it had nothing to do with me. What the hell is going on, I wondered. Is this the night I grow up? Reluctantly I said, âI guess you have a point.â
âThereâs another one. The cops will impound that wad of money. It might show up in the evidence cage; it might not. It might even make it to the exhibit table at the hearing. Either way, weâll never get another chance at it. There will be no dough for Kramer, no cut for Lavinia, no bail for Ivy, and no rent for Curly.â
âDamn it,â I declared, âHow come I never see things as clearly as you do?â
âBecause Iâm a businesswoman,â Lavinia suggested. âAnd you are only a musician.â She pointed her chin at the corpse. âLike him.â
âThatâs a drummer,â I said reflexively.
âCurly,â she said, âI still have a couple of rounds in this piece, here. But I donât think Iâm going to have to mention them just to help you out with your decision.â
She crossed her arms, leaned against the wall, and watched me.
âYou wouldnât â¦. â I blinked stupidly. âYou would?â
She rubbed the pinky and ring finger of her left hand back and forth above her left eye, as if to ease a headache. âNo, but, on the other hand â¦. â She dropped her hand and looked at me. âHave I got a choice?â
I scarcely credited that she would