Solly said “overseas,” I knew he meant Asia. Just something I found out on my own. Solly never tells people anything, except what to do.
“So,” he said, “figure around two-point-five. Take off expenses, came out to a little more than two. You, Big Matt, and Jessop did the job, so it’s a three-way split.”
He didn’t bother to say that it was a three-way split of half. That’s always Solly’s deal. He sets up the job, does all the planning, deals with disposing of whatever the team he puts together takes, turns it into cash. For that, his piece is 50 percent.
One time, Solly even had to turn cash into cash. The thick stack of bills we found in one of the safe-deposit boxes I pried open sure looked used, but Solly said the consecutive serial numbers meant it couldn’t be spent here. “Overseas,” again.
I figured that box belonged to a bent cop. That’s what some of them do—take cash out of the buy-money bin and replace it with their own stuff. The count comes out right, so nobody catches wise. Maybe that blows a buy-and-bust for the narco boys somewhere down the line, but a cop on the take wouldn’t care about that. What he’d want was a way to track down his own money, in case some guy like me got his hands on it.
“So I’ve got about three-fifty coming.”
“Not quite. Pretty close, though.”
“You didn’t send me that much money while I was—”
“You think I’d take off for that?” He sounded insulted.
I just shrugged.
“Big Matt and Jessop each anted up five. Me, I put up ten. Only fair, am I right? In fact, I didn’t send even that much. You end up with a salary of about seventy-five K a year, Sugar. Three sixty-nine, total.”
“Fair enough.”
“Yeah, it is. And it might even be that you come out ahead.”
“Yeah? You do a pound for that much money?”
“I don’t mean that,” he said, waving his hand like he was brushing away a pesky fly. “The statute of limitations—”
“It’s up.”
“It’s up for you, Sugar. Big Matt and Jessop, they both took off right after they got paid. Me, I spent some time down in Florida. Couple of years, in fact.
“The only thing keeping the heat off is that this was just money. No big-deal ‘cold case,’ like an unsolved murder. Nobody’s gonna do a TV show about some drill-through heist. But if either of the others got popped for something else… who knows?”
“Big Matt wouldn’t give us up.”
“I agree,” he said, real solemn.
“And you put this Jessop guy in yourself.”
“That I could have been wrong about.”
“What!?”
“Jessop has been … hard to reach lately.”
“Maybe somebody took him off the count,” I said. That happens to men like us more than usual, I’m pretty sure. You steal for a living, you’re going to make people mad. You pull off a big job and start living too large, you call attention to yourself.
And it doesn’t matter who notices. Not too many people are real thieves anymore. Some punks, they think you’re holding heavy cash, they might come in shooting. That’s not a win-or-lose for you; it’s just three different ways to lose.
You win a gunfight in your own place, the cops still aren’t going away. Self-defense isn’t worth much if you can’t explain how you got your hands on all that cash the dead guys had been trying to jack you for.
You take a homicide fall, anyone you ever worked with is going to wonder how you’ll stand up. Specially if you’re looking at the needle.
Your partners wonder too much, you lose again. Someone you never heard of puts up your bail, that tells you you’re on the spot. Sure, you can refuse the bail; stay right where you are. But where you are, there’s no place to hide.
“Maybe,” Solly said.
“You got his for-real name?”
“You think I’m stupid? I had that, I could find out what I need in an hour. I got a name, just like you did.”
“The guy who sent him to you …?”
“Gone. Not even two weeks ago, you believe that? Albie had a bum ticker. The fat fuck’s idea of exercise was chewing.”
“So …?”
“So—Albie, I trusted. Known him for more years than you’ve been alive. Jessop … Ah, I’m getting too old for this stuff. I never even asked Albie for his vitals, just his credentials, you understand what I’m saying?”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t like loose strings, Sugar.”
“What’re you saying?”
“I … I don’t know. There’s guys in this business, nobody ever works for