It had come to him when Pendleton had explained about the kick in the stomach. That was before they took him into the woods to die.
It had meant Ludlow’s death before Benny ever got his hands on that throat, and now it was with him, big and real like a dream come true. It was a clincher, a plan that meant big time.
When Benny got to the place where Alverato kept an apartment, it was seven in the evening. He rang the bell and there was the redhead again. The gown she was wearing was held up by nothing but nature.
“Why, the shofer!” she said, and stepped aside.
When Benny was in, she closed the door. “You wait here,” she said. “I gotta go and finish dressing.”
Benny watched her leave and thought she’d better. He stood in the empty foyer and waited. Then Alverato came.
He was wearing a black tuxedo and the stone in his shirt front made little blue flashes. Alverato stopped and banged the door behind him.
“I thought you was dead.”
It was just a remark. No question, no welcome, just a remark and a cold face.
Benny looked back at the big man and tugged at his hat. “I got something you’ll want to hear.”
“Yeah? About how you got kicked in the stomach?”
“I’m serious, Al.”
“Oh. It’s about how you got away from the big bad wolf or something and then snuck away to tell about it.”
Benny bit his lip and made his voice sound quiet. “This is big, Al. I can get Pendleton over a barrel.”
“I know that. Like the last time. Now blow. It’s after working hours.”
“Al, you’ve got to listen to me. I-”
“Tapkow, you sonofabitch, you goofed!” It was a roar, then another door opened and two goons came in. One of them was Birdie. Alverato nodded at him and left by the door through which the redhead had gone.
Birdie’s. 45 looked at Benny’s stomach. It walked closer. It was as simple as that, and Benny left. They closed the door after him.
At eleven in the evening the street was empty. It had drizzled a little and there were little puddles in the gutter. Benny worked his damp shoulders and looked through the glass door into the empty foyer.
When the elevator door slid open Big Al came down the long carpet with the redhead on his arm and three sour-looking hoods were making a procession of it. A fourth was leading the way, Birdie, wearing his padded suit like a uniform.
When they came out on the street Benny stepped forward, but the small guy was already in front of him, the cannon tucked close under Benny’s ribs. “Crowd this guy,” he said, and three hoods rushed over, pushing Benny flat against the wall. He couldn’t move.
“See if he’s clean.”
He was.
“Over to the alley.”
They started to move in a body when Benny caught Alverato’s eye.
“Al, you’ve got to listen. Tell these bird dogs to stop a minute and listen to what I’ve got.”
They kept on moving while Alverato looked at him as if he were a bug. The redhead giggled.
“Al!” It was a yell.
He hung on to his chance like a dog that had to be dead before he’d let go.
They had him almost at the alley now and Benny couldn’t even turn to see where Alverato stood in the doorway.
“Whyn’tcha let him talk?” asked the redhead.
“Bah.”
“The car isn’t here yet, baby boy. We’re just standing around doing nothing.”
They were going around the corner of the building.
“Why don’tcha, hon?”
“Bring him back,” Alverato called.
This time they let him walk by himself and Benny ran to the entrance, his face a grimace of intensity.
“Al, listen, I’ll talk fast. This is how you can get Pendleton and get him forever. We can get him in the only place where it hurts. He has-”
“Your car, boss,” and they pushed him aside to file into the big sedan that had pulled to the curb. Alverato and the girl got in first, then the others. Benny kept talking, fast now: “This time it’s foolproof, for chrissakes. Do you hear me? He’s got a daughter, Al, and nothing means more to him than his daughter, believe me, because if anything should happen to her-” they slammed the door-”Pendleton would give his skin to-”
The car started moving and Benny clawed the glass of the window with frantic hands, beside himself now and hoarse: “Al! Hear me! I’ll do it myself, by God! The contact, Al! The contact in Italy-”
The car took off with a roar and Benny staggered into the gutter. He thought he heard a giggle and then he was alone. His hands opened and closed, his breath was like a spasm. A puddle of dirty water was soaking his shoes. He could see the red taillights shine and grow small. Then his head sank down.
When he looked up again he saw the bare street and in the darkness the small red lights were still there, steady now, standing still at the end of the block. It meant nothing to him when the voice caught him: “Tapkow! Can’t you hear? Alverato’s waiting for you!”
Benny didn’t move. He stood in the street looking at the car farther down. One door was open and a man was waving an arm. “Tapkow! On the double!”
Benny took a deep breath, harsh and long. First he wiped his hands on his pants, then he reached up and pulled his hat down firmly until it was square on his head. Then he moved and stood on the curb.
When the car backed up he waited till the rear door was exactly in front of him. They opened the door for him and closed it after he was in. The girl wasn’t giggling any more.