Jungle Of Steel And Stone Part 5
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"Damage ain't the point, man. It hurt."
"It was supposed to hurt, and you were supposed to remember it the next time you were tempted to get into the child p.o.r.nography and prost.i.tution game. One of the kids you were pimping for had been kidnapped three months before, beat on, and drugged."
"I didn't do no kidnapping, and I didn't do none of that other stuff. I was just working for a piece of the action."
"I know. The man who did do the kidnapping is dead. You are out of that business now, aren't you?"
"Yes!"
"Good. Maybe you deserved to die, Picker. At the time I did give some thought to killing you. I didn't, so I figure you owe me something."
"What do you want?"
"Information. What were you doing parked on Sixty-ninth last night? I know you were supposed to be watching the art gallery, so give me the condensed version of the story."
Crabbe blinked slowly. "What art gallery?"
Veil sighed. "Picker, I just had a talk with those two jerks you got to tail the woman. Incidentally, they asked me to tell you that they resign."
"Oh, Jesus."
"So let's cut through the bulls.h.i.+t, okay? What were you doing there?"
"You're right. I was supposed to keep an eye on the place. There were other guys too. It was my bad luck to have you come along on my s.h.i.+ft."
"Why were you supposed to watch the place?"
"To make sure that idol wasn't stolen. If it was, to try to stop the guy; if I couldn't, to get a good look at who it was doing the stealing."
"Somehow I find that funny, Picker. You're telling me a thief was sent out to make certain the statue wasn't stolen by another thief?"
"It's the truth."
"Who hired you?"
"I can't tell you that, man."
"Now, Picker . . ."
To Veil's astonishment, tears welled in Crabbe's eyes, then picked up grime like mascara as they rolled down his cheeks. "I'm being straight with you, man," Crabbe said in a near whimper. "I don't mind telling you most of what I know, because I don't know that much. But I can't give you that name. I know you can bust me up, and G.o.d knows I don't want you to, but I can't give you the name. He's as crazy as you are, man; you're two sides of the same coina" except that you'll hurt me for this but you won't kill me. This guy'll hurt me worse than you did, and then he'll kill me. For sure. He likes it."
"How would he know you told me?"
"I ain't takin' no chances, man. I don't want to be tortured, and I don't want to die."
Veil looked at the trembling man before him, saw the tears in his eyes and the defeated sag of his shoulders. Suddenly he was disgusted with the terror in the world and ashamed of that part of it he had, with whatever justification, helped nurture. Picker Crabbe made him feel profoundly sad. There were too many Picker Crabbes in the world, he thought; victims who victimized, producing victims who victimized.
"Forget it, Picker," Veil said quietly. "I don't want the name of the man who put you on the job. But tell me this: If your man is so interested in the statue, why didn't he just have you steal it?"
"I'm not sure. He may have been afraid there was a police stakeout."
"So you and the others were put in place just to make certain that the police did their job?"
"I'm just guessing. He moved so fast, n.o.body could have stopped him."
"Why do these people want the statue?"
"I don't know."
"The two men you sent out told me you were going to give them a grand each if they brought you back the idol. Is that true?"
"Yeah."
"Do you have the money?"
"I could've got it."
"From the man whose name you won't give me?"
"Him or others. It was a street contract. The word was out that the statue was worth five grand to certain people." Crabbe paused, put a dirty index finger beside his nose. "I'd heard about the contract, but I knew those other two hadn't. I figured I had nothing to lose by promising those two guys a thousand each to follow the girl, then grab the idol from that guy if she found him. I'd still clear three grand."
"All right, then there's a general street contract out on the statue; anyone who brings it in and hands it over to certain people can collect the reward. Was it your idea to follow the woman?"
"Nah. The same guy who put me on the street to watch the gallery gave me the woman's address and suggested that I keep an eye on her."
Veil sat in the cool shadows at the rear of the church sanctuary throughout the afternoon. At four-thirty, a door to the left of the altar opened and a priest stepped through. The man was around six feet, Veil's height, and in his mid- to late fifties. His hair was thick and black, with a few p.r.o.nounced streaks of gray. A solid man with broad shoulders, he walked with a severe limp that caused his body to roll from side to side as he moved to the center of the altar rail, kissed his purple vestment, then knelt and prayed for a few minutes. Finally he rose and entered the confessional to the far left. Veil looked around, determined that he was alone, then walked quickly to the confessional, went in, and sat down on the narrow wooden bench inside.
"I've come to talk about sin, Father," Veil said softly as a small door opened in the part.i.tion separating the two men.
There was a long pause, then, "Veil?" The priest's voice was hoa.r.s.e and gravelly, as if something had been broken in his throat.
"Yes."
There was another equally long pause. When the priest finally spoke, there was a note of dry humor in his voice. "Am I to a.s.sume that you've found your way to G.o.d?"
"No, Father. I'm afraid I'll have to seek salvation in other ways."
"There are no other ways."
"For now I'll settle for having found my way to you."
"What do you want with me, Veil?"
"I need information that you may have, Father."
"Veil, this is a confessional."
"I'm aware of that, Father, and I don't mean to be disrespectfula"but this is Little Italy, and I don't want to risk having anyone see you talking to me. I've attracted quite a following since yesterday, and I haven't quite figured out who's watching whom."
"G.o.d protects me, Veil."
"I need to get plugged in on some family business, Father."
"It isn't proper for you to come to me with such a request, Veil. I can't help you."
"I think you can. This isn't a matter anyone would have spoken to you about in the confessional. No disrespect meant here, either, Fathera"you happen to be one of the most truly religious and good men I know, but you also happen to be the closest thing to a 'house priest' the mob has."
There was a sudden, palpable increase in tension inside the confessional. "It is because I am not judgmental."
"It's because three generations of your family have been Cosa Nostra; you're the only male who didn't go into the businessa"everyone around you did. As far as being judgmental is concerned, I don't recall that I was too judgmental when you came to me for help in finding out where your mistress had taken your illegitimate son; you couldn't go to anyone else. I was the one who negotiated what you might call a reconciliation agreement. Now I'm asking for your help."
The priest heaved a deep sigh. "What are you looking for, Veil?"
"Somebody else's G.o.d. You've heard about the idol they call the Nal-toon?"
"Yes."
"What have you heard?"
"I read the newspapers, listen to the news reports."
"What else do you hear?"
"Notwithstanding the great favor you did for me, Veil, I don't think it's right for you to come to me on a fis.h.i.+ng expedition."
"This is a bit more than a fis.h.i.+ng expedition, Father. The Mafia wants the idol, don't they?"
"Yes."
"Do you know why?"
"No."
'"Father . . . ?"
"It's the truth, Veil. The fact that it's wanted by the capos is common knowledge on the street; indeed, there's a bounty for anyone who brings the idol in and hands it over to any of the top people in the five families. However, the reason for their wanting it is a carefully guarded secret."
"They could be worried about the possibility that it wouldn't be turned in if people knew why they wanted it."
"Perhaps. I don't care to speculate."
"You mentioned five families. What happened to the sixth?"
There was a prolonged silence, and Veil could sense the conflict and indecision in the other man on the opposite side of the part.i.tion. "Vito Ricci is dead," the priest said at last. "His operations are being absorbed by the other families, along with those people who are deemed worthy. The Ricci family no longer exists."
Veil suppressed a whistle. "That's some bit of news."
"It's no news at all yet. The police and the FBI know that Vito is missing, of course, but that is all they know. It hasn't made the papers. n.o.body will ever find his body, and the authorities will eventually just naturally a.s.sume he is dead."
"Execution?"
"Yes. It was Vito who was responsible for trying to squeeze the idol through that smuggling pipeline. Apparently he wanted it for personal reasons. It was an insane act, Veil, and it was not even properly executed at this end. If things had been properly planned, the idol never would have ended up on an auction block, and it certainly wouldn't have surfaced in some art gallery on the East Side in the same week that the first article appeared in The Times. The whole thing was an unmitigated disaster, and Vito paid for his mistake with his life." The priest paused, added dryly, "He must have been getting senile."
"Maybe. Is there a contract out on the K'ung?"
"The what?"
"The black who stole back the idol. Are there specific orders to kill him?"
"No, but I don't suppose that will prevent his death. The easiest way to obtain the idol, of course, is to kill the man carrying it."
"If they find him."
From the darkness on the other side of the filigreed part.i.tion came a hoa.r.s.e chuckle laced with sadness. "Find him? How long can a bushman who's lived all his life in the desert hide in New York City?"
"He's doing pretty well so far, isn't he?"
"I believe he's dead, Veil. I am sorry if this is so, but I believe it's just a matter of finding his corpse and taking the idol from beside it."
"Could be."
"What was done against him and his tribe is very sad."
"Yeah. What do you think will happen to the idol if the police find him first?"
"Oh, I think it's safe to a.s.sume that the idol will eventually find its way into the hands of the capos."
"Why, Father? Is it because Carl Nagle is in charge of the police investigation?"
The question brought a sharp intake of breath; the part.i.tion vibrated, as if the priest had moved suddenly and inadvertently brushed against it. "What do you know about Carl Nagle?"
"Virtually nothing, except that he comes on pretty cranky. Within hours after the black ran off with the idol, someone gave a two-bit hood by the name of Picker Crabbe the name and address of the woman who'd brought the black to the gallery. The short time span makes me think that it was either Nagle or his partnera"or botha"who supplied the information. I'm thinking that detectives Nagle and Vahanian may be on the mob payroll. What do you think, Father?"
Veil waited almost a full minute, but the only sound from the other side of the part.i.tion was hoa.r.s.e breathing. Finally it was Veil who spoke. "Thank you, Father," he said evenly. "I hadn't come to you before this, and I won't come again. I consider any debt there might have been between us paid."
Veil stepped out of the confessional booth, ducked through the heavy curtain, and walked in the cool, oddly comforting gloom of the sanctuary toward a side exit.
"Veil, please wait."
Veil turned and was alarmed to see the priest out of the booth and rolling toward him. Veil quickly glanced around but was engulfed in the priest's arms before he had a chance to see whether or not they were being observed. The priest kissed Veil on both cheeks, then hobbled back a step. His gray eyes gleamed in the semidarkness.
"I have not asked you why you want this information because I know it is for a good cause," the priest said in his broken voice. "You may not believe in G.o.d, Veil Kendry, but you are nonetheless a man of G.o.d. G.o.d's existence does not depend upon your belief in Him, nor does He exact faith in return for His mercy, benevolence, and protection. You are a strange man, and there are strangea" often conflictinga"stories told about you. But there is no doubt in my mind that you walk with G.o.d, and G.o.d watches over and works through you. No doubt at all.
"My debt is not paid. As far as you are concerned, my debt will never be paid. You may come to me anytime someone is in need of help and you feel that information I can supply may be useful."
"Thank you, Father."
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