Gold Coast Part 21

"If it's simply between you and me," Karen said and paused. "You don't have a chance."

There was Roland's grin, showing he was enjoying himself and liked the situation. He said, "We might've got off on the wrong foot and all. But, listen, you're gonna find I'm really a sweet person."

19.

MAGUIRE SAW THE Cadillac Coupe de Ville in the drive as he turned onto Isla Bahia. He continued past the house, seeing the dead-end ahead at the ca.n.a.l, and came to a stop.

Nowhere to hide. He knew it was Roland's car in the drive: the same one he had watched Roland get in when they came out of the Yankee Clipper, Maguire hanging back so Roland wouldn't see the Mercedes.

He'd see it now. Maybe looking at it out the window right this minute.

Well, he could turn around and get out of here, quick. Or he could go in the house- Didn't we meet someplace before? He didn't know how to play it. He didn't know how Roland would react. But Roland was there and what if right at this moment Karen needed help? s.h.i.+t. Andre Patterson said he had nerve; but that was going into a place ready, knowing what you were going to do, having a good idea what the reaction would be. This was way different. G.o.dd.a.m.n Roland-he didn't know anything about him except he was built like a six and a half foot tree stump and had the hands and the reach and a hide it would be hard to even dent, 'less you hit him with a tire iron. From behind.

He could feel them watching him. Roland and Karen. s.h.i.+t. He backed up the car, all the way past the drive, and turned in.

Marta's hair was combed but looked wet, like she'd just washed it. Maguire said, "Anybody home?"

"He's here," Marta said.

"I know he is. Where are they?"

"I think you better not come in."

"It's all right," Maguire said. "I'm not gonna hurt him."

Both of them watched Maguire make his entrance, appear and wait to be invited into the living room. Karen by the fireplace, Roland seated in a deep chair with his hat on.

Gretchen came over, sniffed at Maguire's legs and went back to Roland who reached down, giving Gretchen his hand to play with, saying, "You smell the dead fish on him, Gretchie? Huh, do you? Pee-you but it stinks, don't it?"

Karen watched without moving, though she didn't seem tense; her eyes following Gretchen to Roland, then returning to Maguire with a mild expression, Maguire thinking, what if the dog was a test and he had flunked it? Maybe that's what dogs were for. Maybe that was the time, just now, to stoop down and play with Gretchen and try to think of doggie talk. He wondered how Karen was going to handle it, what she'd say- But it was Roland who invited him in.

"Hey, come on'n sit down. You son of a gun, you knew it was me the other night in the bar, didn't you?" Roland grinned. "You tell her that story about the woman with the parrot?"

"I don't believe he has," Karen said, a little surprised.

Roland waved his arm. "Come on in here and sit down, partner."

Maguire walked around the couch facing the fireplace and eased into it at the end away from Roland. He looked at Karen: her eyes on him but not telling him anything; guarded, or only mildly curious. Then looking at Roland as he spoke.

"This woman had a sick parrot she kep' in the bathroom," Roland said. "Christ, spent weeks nursing it back to health, got it all well again and the parrot, you know what it did? Tried to get a drink of water in the toilet and drowned."

Karen said, "That's the story?"

"He didn't tell it right," Maguire said. "You don't say the parrot was trying to get a drink."

"What was it doing," Roland said, "taking a p.i.s.s?"

"No, it's the way the woman told it," Maguire said. "The idea, like this is a moving experience, she's been waiting for somebody to come by so she can tell it. But then when she does, it's at the wrong time. You know what I mean?"

"Christ, I know them women better'n you do."

"I don't doubt that. I'm talking about this particular woman. All alone, n.o.body to talk to."

"Waiting for somebody to come give 'er a jump," Roland said. "I know exactly what you're talking about. But what do you believe that parrot was doing in the toilet?"

Karen looked from Roland to Maguire.

"I believe it wanted a drink of water," Maguire said, "but that isn't the point."

"If that's what the G.o.ddarn parrot wanted, then say it," Roland said. "Otherwise it don't make sense what the parrot was doing in the toilet."

"You tell it your way, I'll tell it mine," Maguire said.

Karen looked from Maguire to Roland.

"s.h.i.+t yeah, I'll tell it my way," Roland said. "You leave out the best part. Or you could say- yeah, you could say the parrot was was trying to take a trying to take a p.i.s.s and it drowned. That'd make it a better story." "You miss the whole point," Maguire said. "Miss the point-you d.i.n.k, I lived lived out there with out there with those people half my life." "I believe it," Maguire said. "What's that mean, that remark?" "You say you lived out there, I believe it. That's all," Maguire said, looking at the redneck son of a b.i.t.c.h sitting there like it was his house, feet up, playing with the dog. Be cool, Maguire thought. Take it easy. But Karen was watching, and he had to say something else.

He said, "You always wear your hat in the house?" "You want to say something about it?" "I asked you a simple question, that's all." "You want to take it off me?" "No, I think it looks good on you. Tells what you are." Black metal tongs and a poker hung at the end of the fireplace behind Karen. "And what do you say I am?" Roland said. "Let's see. You wear a range hat and cowboy boots," Maguire said, "and that suit"-aware of Karen listening-"I'd have to guess you're with a circus."

"You guessed it," Roland said, starting to pull himself out of the chair, ignoring Gretchen jumping at his leg. "And you know what I do at the circus?"

Karen could say something now. Right now would be a wonderful time for her to get into it. But Karen watched them without saying a word.

Maguire paused.

Three steps to the black iron poker-if he could get it off the hook in time.

He said, "Let's see. Are you one of the clowns?"

Roland said, "No, I'm not one of the clowns." Standing now, ten feet away. "I'm the Wildman of the Big Swamp, and what I do"-moving toward Maguire now-"I take smarta.s.s little d.i.n.ks that smell of fish and I tear 'em a.s.shole to windpipe and throw 'em away."

Karen said, "Why don't you sit down?" But much too late.

Maguire pushed off the sofa, going for the fireplace. Roland reached him easily, swiveled a hip, caught Maguire in a headlock against his side and held him there. Roland squeezed his hands together to apply pressure, and Maguire gagged, feeling his breath cut off.

"Leave him alone," Karen said, in a mild tone. Maguire hearing it and thinking, Christ, tell tell him! Make him! He couldn't move; he tried to push against Roland, tried to reach around to get a grip on the man's hips; but Roland squeezed, and Maguire felt himself grow faint. him! Make him! He couldn't move; he tried to push against Roland, tried to reach around to get a grip on the man's hips; but Roland squeezed, and Maguire felt himself grow faint.

"So this here's the porpoise man," Roland said. "Hey, partner, what do you do, play with them porpoises all day? They get you excited, watching 'em? Little s.h.i.+thead comes in here, starts flapping his mouth." Roland held Maguire with one arm around his neck and began to rub the knuckles of his free hand into Maguire's scalp. "Hey, s.h.i.+thead, how's that feel? Give you a knuckle ma.s.sage. I'll give you a knuckle sandwich I ever see you around here again. How's that feel, huh? Kinda burn, does it?"

Karen said, "That's enough. Stop it."

Roland took hold of Maguire's right arm as he released him and bent the arm up behind Maguire's back, lifting him up, raising his face that was flushed and stung, trying not to yell out but, Christ, his shoulder was about to twist out of place.

"That way," Roland said. "Go on, toward the hall there."

Karen watched, still at the fireplace, remembering something like this from a long, long time ago: Karen Hill watching two seventh grade boys on the school playground. The headlock; the Dutch rub, they called it then; the arm bent behind the back- "Go on, get your a.s.s out of here." Roland in the hall now, giving Maguire a shove as he released him.

Maguire kept going to the front door. He saw Marta in the doorway that led to the back hall, watching him, sympathetic. Or maybe not. Maybe thinking, So much for him.

Roland called out, "Leave the car!"

Maguire was opening the door when he called again.

"Wait a minute!"

Maguire waited, looking outside at the faint, early evening sunlight, not turning around. Roland came up to him.

"I want to ask you something," Roland said, his tone mild again. "You're over there with them porpoises all the time-you ever see 'em do it?"

"Do what?"

"You know, do do it." it."

"Every night," Maguire said.

"No s.h.i.+t, every night, huh? Hey, you suppose I could come over sometime and watch?"

Jesus Diaz said to the woman in the doorway, her TV on loud behind her, "I know he be coming home soon. See, I know where he is. He told me to wait for him."

Aunt Leona said, "It's all right with me if you wait. Sit anywhere you want." Pointing to some old lawn chairs.

"I mean I'm supposed to wait inside his place." In case Roland followed Maguire for some reason, Jesus wasn't going to have Roland see him sitting here at the Casa Loma. He'd go to Cuba right now before he'd let it happen.

"Well, I don't know," Aunt Leona said.

"See, we old friends. I'm not going to steal nothing."

Man, all that to get in his apartment. If it was dark he would have walked in himself. As it turned out it became dark as he sat watching Maguire's black and white TV and drinking some of Maguire's rum. A good-looking girl in a red T-s.h.i.+rt came in. Jesus stood up and said he was waiting for his friend. The good-looking girl said, "Lots of luck," and went out. Finally, when Maguire walked in the door he looked surprised, though more drunk than surprised.

"I saw your two cars at the DiCilia house," Jesus Diaz said. "But you're all right, uh? You want to know who I saw before that?"

Maguire poured himself a rum over ice. "I don't know, do I?"

"I saw Vivian Arzola. I look around Keystone all day. Nothing. I drive to her mother's place in Homestead. There she is."

"That's nice," Maguire said. "Tell the lady. Hold your hand out like this, she'll give you a tip."

"Right away Vivian's scared to death when I see her. I say take it easy, I'm not going to hurt you. I jes want to tell you Mrs. DiCilia want to talk to you. She look at me like she don't trust me. Something is strange about her. You know? I leave, but I wait around in my car. Pretty soon she come out with a suitcase. I follow her little foreign car back to Miami to a house on Monegro. You know where I mean? In Coconut Grove, little pink house there. She goes in, a little while later I go up, ring the bell. No answer. s.h.i.+t, I know she's in there. But what's the matter with her? You listening?" Jesus Diaz looked at Maguire stretched out on the bed now, holding his drink. "I ring the bell again. Nothing. So I open the door with these keys I have, you know? I look through the house. She's hiding in the bedroom, man, in the closet. She say, 'Oh, please don't kill me.' I say, 'What do I want to kill you for?' She say, 'I won't tell, I promise you.' I say, 'You won't tell what?' You listening? We talk some more, talk some more, I'm very nice to her, we talk about our mothers, I tell her I quit the business, I'm going to Cuba. She say, 'I want to go with you.' I say, 'Why?' We talk some more. You know what she's scared of? Of course, Roland. You know why she scared? Hey, you listening? Because she know Roland killed Ed Grossi."

"I'm listening," Maguire said.

20.

LESLEY WAS SAYING INTO THE MIKE, "That little hole there on top of Misty and Gippy's head is called their blowhole. It's just like your nose. If they get water in there they could catch pneumonia, pleurisy, or even drown. So please don't splash them. 'Sides if you do, they're gonna splash everybody back." Pause. "And no one has ever ever won a water fight with a dolphin." won a water fight with a dolphin."

Lesley, Karen decided-walking away from the Porpoise Play Pool-was cute but a little tacky. Probably not too bright, either.

She looked in at the grandstand show pool again, walked around to the refreshment stand and there he was. At a picnic table having coffee.

"Why aren't you working today?"

Maguire looked up. "I'm trying to get fired."

"I think I asked you once before, why don't you quit?"

"Pretty soon."

Karen said, "I'm sorry about yesterday."

"Yeah, I could see, the way you were standing there watching."

"What did you expect me to do, hit him?" Karen sat down at the picnic table. Maguire, stirring his coffee with a plastic stick, didn't look up. Karen watched him. "I just found out something you wouldn't tell me. 'These are Atlantic bottle-nosed dolphins. The porpoise is a much smaller animal, nervous and high strung, practically untrainable.' " Karen said, giving it a little of Lesley's southern Ohio accent. " 'But we call 'em porpoise so you won't get 'em mixed up with the dolphin fish fish you see on menus in some of Florida's finest restaurants. Don't worry though'-you all-'when you order it, you are not eating Flipper.' You think I could get a job here." you see on menus in some of Florida's finest restaurants. Don't worry though'-you all-'when you order it, you are not eating Flipper.' You think I could get a job here."

"Talk to Brad. Tell him you need the money."

"Are we a little pouty today? I thought you handled it pretty well, considering everything. At least you stood up to him."

"I did, huh?"

Karen picked up his coffee and sipped it. "Too much sugar." She put it down again. "I brought the car for you-if you can drive me back."

"What else can I do for you?"

Karen studied him, waiting for him to look at her. "Why're you taking it out on me? There wasn't anything I could do."

"I got the feeling you didn't much care," Maguire said, "one way or the other."

"Would it've helped if I'd screamed, kicked him in the s.h.i.+ns?"

"It might've."

"The police were already there once, and did nothing."

"For what? You called them?" Maguire looked up, interested.

"Roland was making a point. That he could hit close to home and the police wouldn't do anything about it. He pretended he was going to rape Marta, and I got excited and called the cops."