Tony was staring off across the room, his face set.
I lowered my voice. "Tony, it's true John Daggett was a drunk, and maybe he was a totally worthless human being, but he did something he felt bad about and I think he was trying to make up for it. Give him credit for that much and don't say no without giving it consideration first."
"I don't want money for what he did."
"I'm not done yet. Just let me finish this."
His mouth trembled. He made a dash at his eyes with the sleeve of his jacket, but he didn't get up and walk away.
"People make mistakes," I said. "People do things they never meant to do. He didn't kill anyone deliberately…"
"He's a fuckin' drunk! He was out on the fuckin' street at fuckin' nine in the morning. Dad and Mom and
Hilary…" His voice broke and he fought for control. "I don't want anything from him. I hate his guts and I don't want his crummy check."
"Why don't you cash it and give it all away?"
"No! You take it. Give it back to him. Tell him I said he could get fucked."
"I can't. He's dead. He was killed Friday night."
"Good. I'm glad. I hope somebody cut his heart out. He deserved it."
"Maybe so. But it's still possible that he felt something for you and wanted to give you back some of what he took away."
"Like what? It's done. They're all dead."
"But you're not, Tony. You have to find a way to get on with life…"
"Hey! I'm doing that, okay? But I don't have to listen to this bullshit! You said what you had to say and now I want to go home."
He got up, radiating rage, his whole body stiff. He moved swiftly toward the rear entrance, knocking chairs aside. I snatched up the check and followed.
When I reached the parking lot, he was kick-boxing the remaining glass out of the smashed window of my car. I started to protest and then I stopped myself.
Oh why not, I thought. I had to replace the damn thing anyway. I stood and watched him without a word. When he was done, he leaned against the car and wept.
Chapter 15
By the time I got Tony home again, he was calm, shut down, as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. I pulled up in front of the house. He got out, slammed the door, and headed up the path without a word. I was reasonably certain he wouldn't mention his outburst to his aunt and uncle, which was fortunate as I'd sworn I could talk to him without his getting upset. I was, of course, still in possession of Daggett's check, wondering if I'd be toting it around for life, trying in vain to get someone to take it off my hands.
When I got back to my place, I spent twenty minutes unloading my VW. While I tend to maintain an admirable level of tidiness in the apartment, my organizational skills have never extended to my car. The back seat is usually crowded with files, law books, my briefcase, piles of miscellaneous clothing-shoes, pantyhose, jackets, hats, some of which I use as "disguises" in the various aspects of my trade.
I packed everything in a cardboard box and then proceeded around to the backyard where the entrance to my apartment is located. I opened the padlock on the storage bin attached to the service porch and stowed the box, snapping the padlock into place again.
As I reached my door, a dark shape loomed out of the shadows. "Kinsey?"
I jumped, realizing belatedly that it was Billy Polo. I couldn't distinguish his features in the dark, but his voice was distinctly his own.
"Oh Jesus, what are you doing here?" I said.
"Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I wanted to talk to you."
I was still trying to recover from the jolt he'd given me, my temper rising belatedly. "How'd you know where to find me?"
"I looked you up in the telephone book."
"My home address isn't in the book."
"Yeah, I know. I tried your office first. You weren't in, so I asked next door at that insurance place."
"California Fidelity gave you my home address?" I said. "Who'd you talk to?" I didn't believe for a minute that CF would release that kind of information to him.
"I didn't get her name. I told her I was a client and it was urgent."
"Bullshit."
"No, it's the truth. She only gave it to me because I leaned on her."
I could tell he wasn't going to budge on the point, so I let it pass. "All right, what is it?" I said. I knew I sounded cranky, but I didn't like his coming to my place and I didn't believe his tale about how he found out where it was.