Girl Out Back Part 2
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"Is it counterfeit?" I asked. I didn't think the F.B.I, had anything to do with that, but I wasn't sure.
He shook his head. "No. It's perfectly good."
"It's just hot, then?"
He smiled faintly. "You might call it that."
Kidnap pay-off? I thought. Transportation of stolen property across a state line? What else? Bank robbery? I was back to Wild Bill Haig again.
"Can you place it?" he asked quietly.
I shook my head, frowning. "No-o. It beats me." I was conscious this was the first deliberate lie. The others had all been evasions.
"But it has to be within those two days? Friday or Sat.u.r.day?"
That's right I made a deposit Friday morning."
"There's no chance it could have been left over in the register or in the safe from previous receipts? I mean, as change, or an oversight, or something like that?"
"I don't think so," I said. "We leave change, sure; but nothing larger than tens."
"How about this morning? Before the bank opened?"
I shook my head. "No-o."
Otis. Otis had come in while I was taking Mrs. Nunn's payment out of the register. He would know those motors had been picked up. And also that the charges had been over twenty dollars. Careful, pal. Careful.
"Well, we've got something to start with, anyway," Ramsey said. "We've isolated it to two days' receipts. Now-what is your approximate volume of business?"
"About forty thousand last year."
"That breaks down to around-hmmmmm-," he said, frowning. "Say between a hundred and hundred-and-fifty a day."
I didn't say anything; I merely nodded. That was an over-simplification, and it was badly b.o.o.by-trapped. But if he didn't see it I wasn't going to tell him.
He went on. "But along with tackle you sell boats and motors. Items of two hundred to a thousand and more. So a lot of your business must be in large individual sales, paid by check."
It was no wonder criminals didn't like to tangle with them, I thought. Still, there was a certain pleasure in watching an incisive and well-honed mind at work, even if you were watching it from the other side of the fence.
"That's right," I said. "But on the other hand, in the course of a day we sell a h.e.l.l of a lot of small items. Flies, leaders, plugs, lines, spinning lures, and so on. We make change for a lot of twenties."
He nodded. "Most of your business is local? That is, with people you know, at least by sight?"
"A good part of it, yes. Say within a fifty-mile radius. But fishermen can come from anywhere. We even get a lot of trade from Sanport."
I was still thinking about Otis. I had to find out, before I went too far with this.
"It's just possible the shop man may know something about it," I said. He covers the front when I'm out."
"I was just coming to that," Ramsey said. "Is he here now?"
"Yes," I said. "Just a moment."
I went out in the showroom and called him. He came in a moment later, wiping his hands on a piece of waste, which he shoved in the pocket of his overalls.
I performed the introductions, and let Ramsey take it from there. Otis looked at the note, frowning, and then shook his head.
"No," he said. "I don't place it."
I sat down and lit another cigarette.
"It came from here," I said. "There's not much doubt of that; it was in that bank deposit this morning. You were here when I was making it up-remember, you came in while I was putting the change in the register. Do you recall seeing it while I was doing all that?"
"I don't think so," he said. "But, h.e.l.l, you could look right at it and not see it. It's just another twenty-dollar bill. I could have taken it in myself."
He hadn't noticed. I was shuffling money and he was making sardonic wisecracks about it, but that was as far as it went. He didn't know I'd taken two twenties out out of the register while putting the change in. of the register while putting the change in.
He went back to the shop.
I sighed and spread my hands. "Otis just about named it," I said. "You look at money, but you never see it. Nothing but the figures in the corners."
He nodded. "I'd appreciate it if you'd keep trying, though. There are a number of angles in a thing of this sort. If the man comes back, for instance, you may remember waiting on him Friday or Sat.u.r.day. When you sell a particular piece of merchandise, try to remember the last time you sold the same thing and how it was paid for."
"Okay," I said. "Now, what about if another one shows up? You want me to call the bank? Or you?"
"Call our office in Sanport. We would appreciate it."
"Any new twenty?" I asked. "Or does it have to have that mark?"
"The mark is not significant," he said thoughtfully. "Though it may have it. The things to watch for are the year, and then the number."
"Is it all right if I write this one down?"
"Yes."
I pulled over a pad and drew the bill toward me. While I was copying the number I studied the stain intently. I was beginning to have an idea about that, and I was pretty sure he did too. I tried to memorize the exact form of it.
"Anything else?" I asked.
"If another one comes in with very close to the same number, call us immediately. If you know the person pa.s.sing it, give us his name and address. If he's a stranger, try to get the license number of his car and a good description of him. Un.o.btrusively, of course."
"Any others beside the twenties to watch for?"
"No. That's all," he said. "Except . . ." He opened the briefcase again and came out with about a dozen photographs which he handed across to me. "Have you ever seen any of these men?"
There were no names on them, but I didn't need a tag to recognize the seventh one I turned up. It was Bill Haig.
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There was no doubt of it; I had seen his picture in the papers several times, and it was even displayed in the post-office on a "wanted" notice right now unless it had been taken down in the last week.
I leaned back in the chair and shook my head after I had looked at all the mug shots. "I've never seen any of them around here," I said. "But doesn't it strike you as odd that hot money would show up in a sporting goods shop. Doesn't fit, somehow."
The brown eyes and the lean, alert face were thoughtful. "You never know," he said. "And, of course, the chances are it was through several hands before it got here."
"In other words, the person pa.s.sing it wouldn't know there was anything wrong with it?"
"That's right. You didn't, did you?"
"I suppose you're not allowed to say what it's all about?" I said.
He shook his head with a faint smile. "I'm afraid not. Not at the moment, anyway."
He asked if he could check the register for any more of it. There was none, of course. We shook hands and he drove off. I watched him go up the street, feeling the other one burning a hole in my wallet. I didn't do anything, though, until Otis came out. That was inevitable.
"What is it?" he asked.
"I don't know," I said. "But it's plenty hot."
"You can say that again. You couldn't have raised more stink if you'd tried to deposit a live bomb."
"Could be a kidnap pay-off," I said. "Or bank robbery. Something like that."
He turned to go back to the shop. "Well, we sure got a high cla.s.s of trade around here. You think I ought to start wearing a carnation to work?"
As soon as he was inside the shop and at work I crossed to the office. I sat down and took the one out of my wallet, reaching for the pad I'd written the number on. They checked! They were not only close; they were consecutive. One ended in-23, the other in-24.
I turned it, studying the stain along the bottom and feeling intense excitement. As nearly as I could tell, it was exactly the same as that on the other, same place, same shape. Those bills had been stacked, probably in their original binder, when this substance-whatever it was-got on them.
I moistened a finger and rubbed it along the stain. A minute amount of the reddish-brown came off.
Dried blood? That was dramatic, but improbable. Blood would be darker, and it would sc.r.a.pe off. This was a stain. No, my first guess was as good as any. How had he put it? The mark wasn't significant, but another one might have it. might have it.
It could be rust, plain iron oxide picked up by contact with rusting metal. If it weren't significant, that probably meant it hadn't been there when it had left legitimate hands. So perhaps -just perhaps-it had been stored for some time in a metal container in a place that was slightly damp.
I lit a cigarette and leaned back in the chair. None of it made any sense at all. The thought of its having anything to do with Haig was laughable-but there was the fact his picture had been among those mug shots. It was a fascinating puzzle any way you looked at it. And it was made even more fascinating by the fact that Haig, at the time he had disappeared off the face of the earth, was carrying with him a hundred and sixty-eight thousand dollars.
I needed an excuse, and ten minutes before closing time it came along as if I'd written the script myself. Two fishermen stopped in on their way back to Sanport. They had seven ba.s.s, the smallest of which weighed three pounds.
"Where?" I asked, hanging over their icebox.
"Sumner Lake," they replied.
"With live bait? Or hand grenades?"
"Fly-rod bugs. Cork poppers. . . ."
"Cut it out," I said. "In August?"
"It's the truth," they said. "We found an underground spring. The water was this cool. . . ."
Otis had come out too. He glanced resignedly from the fish to me and sighed. "How long'll you be gone?
"Where?" I asked.
"Hah," he said mournfully.
Sumner Lake was perfect. It was ninety miles in the opposite direction. "Well, if you insist. But I wouldn't knock off go fis.h.i.+ng for anybody but you."
"You want Pete to come in?"
Pete was his boy, the fourteen-year-old who looked like a Sherman tank. During summer vacations he sometimes filled down here when I went fis.h.i.+ng.
"Sure," I said. I went back in the shop and picked up the 3-h.p. motor I used on rental skiffs. I put it in the back of the station wagon, along with a can of fuel. We locked up.
"I'll be back Wednesday night or Thursday," I said. "And, look. If another of those twenties comes in, call the F.B.I, in Sanport. They want us to watch for them; here's the serial number of the other one."
I drove home. When I pulled into the drive under the oaks I saw her Chrysler was in the garage. So she was home, and probably loaded to her silken ears with my inhumanity to dear Mr. Selby. Here we go again, I thought.
She was in the kitchen writing a check for Reba for the day's housecleaning, wearing a lightweight knit thing that looked as if she'd been built into it by an oriental sybarite with a do-it-yourself kit. It was strange; her clothes were never tight on her but you didn't have any trouble sensing that their occupant wasn't a collegiate pole-vaulter. Well, maybe there a Turk somewhere back in my ancestry and I was just sensitive to the voluptuous wave-form of her particular radiation. She'd been to the beauty shop, and her hair-do gleamed like embossed and highly polished chrome. The full-mouthed and broad-planed face was as outrageously blonde as the rest of her, faintly sensuous and at the same time stamped with that strong suggestion of purely female cussedness that was no lie at all.
She turned the blue eyes on me now and smiled with sweet deadliness. "Oh. Home so early, dear? I didn't think you'd be able to get away."
This was for Reba's benefit, and you could see it was fooling her. She took her check and started retreating toward the back door before she got blood on her.
I opened the refrigerator and took out a can of beer. "Oh," I said. "Something important came up, sweet. I'm going fis.h.i.+ng."
"Isn't that nice. Reba, Mr. G.o.dwin is going fis.h.i.+ng. Does your husband fish much?"
"Yes'm," Reba said. "He fish ever' now an' then."
"Well, I think it's so wonderful for men to have a hobby, don't you?"
"Yes'm," Reba said. She left. She was forty-something and had learned what this world does to non-combatants.
The blue eyes flashed. The first pitch was high and inside and smoking. "Well! "Well! Just leave me sitting there like a fool! You couldn't get away from your precious toys for five minutes to show a little consideration for your wife, but you can drop everything to go fis.h.i.+ng. And what do you suppose Mr. Selby thought?" Just leave me sitting there like a fool! You couldn't get away from your precious toys for five minutes to show a little consideration for your wife, but you can drop everything to go fis.h.i.+ng. And what do you suppose Mr. Selby thought?"
She couldn't make me lose my temper now. I was too excited about this other thing, and I wasn't even thinking about her. "Oh, he didn't mind," I said. "Think how he enjoyed looking at your legs."
I took a drink of the beer and did a brief impersonation of the oleaginous Mr. Selby stalking a crossed thigh. He was the devious type, the long-range planner; he maneuvered into position and then caught the target obliquely on a pa.s.sing shot.
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