for auction. Hawk waited. I watched Ty Bop. Ty Bop was the shooter. Junior probably would have an Uzi, maybe a Bull Pup, under his coat. But it wasn't second nature to him the way it was with Ty Bop. Leonard would have a handgun, and he'd be good with it. But for Ty Bop, shooting was a part of his viscera. It was who he was. Ty Bop was the one to kill first.
"Whadya know?" Tony finally said in a soft voice.
"I know she your daughter with Veronica," Hawk said. "I know she married to a horse's ass."
"You seen them?" Tony said.
His voice was even softer.
"Yes."
"Where?"
"Rowes Wharf," Hawk said.
"You went to her house?"
I hunched my shoulders slightly.
"I did," Hawk said.
I could hear Tony breathe deeply through his nose.
"What did she say?"
I could feel the tightness begin to loosen in my trapezius.
"She don't seem to know nothing 'bout Boots," Hawk said.
"Brock?"
"He did," Hawk said. "Pulled a gun. Told us to, ah believe, get the fuck out."
"He pulled a gun on you," Tony said.
"Un-huh."
"You let it slide?"
"Un-huh. They started shoutin' at each other and me and my trusted companion here dee-parted."
Tony was silent. He glanced down the bridge toward Ty Bop and Junior. He looked the other way at Leonard. He raised his voice slightly.
"Go wait in the car," he said.
Junior and Leonard looked pleased. Ty Bop seemed disappointed. When they were gone, Tony took his hands out of his pockets and leaned his forearms on the bridge railing and looked down at the empty lake bottom.
"Her mother's no good, never was. I wasn't married to her. Just fucked her some. Knocked her up. When the kid was born, I took her. Jolene's twenty. I sent her to fucking Hampshire College. She's had two abortions."
He paused. I wondered if there was a connection between Hampshire and abortions. Hawk didn't say anything. The sleety rain drizzled down, not very hard and not very fast, but steady.
"Thirty thousand a year," Tony said, "and she's the old joke. Only fucked for friends, didn't have an enemy in the world."
It was hard language. If you told it tough, maybe it was less painful. Tony kept staring down, nodding his head softly, as if to himself.
"Then this honkie jerk-off comes along and she decide he the one. First time I see him I know what he is. But he what she wants. So she marries him. I set him up with a nice little book in the South End, easy living, no deadbeats. But he can't hack it. Refuses to pay off on a bet, smacks the customer around when the customer complains. Customer complains to the cops. We got to shut down the book for a while. I set him up someplace else… same long story. Asshole can't make a living. But she loves him. Somebody else, I have Ty Bop kill him, but…"
"So what about Boots," Hawk said.
It was dark now. The lights on Boylston Street were amorphous in the drizzle.
"Dumbass kid decides he's going to acquire new territory for us."
"You and him?" Hawk said.
"Yeah. Show me the kind of fucking criminal genius he is. So he decides to set us up in Marshport. Says it's a black population run by a few fucking Bohunks. Says they'll welcome us in, we get a foothold."
"And what did he think the Bohunks be doing," Hawk said, "while he getting this foothold?"
"He don't think, Hawk. He a fucking airhead. He think pumping iron and carrying a gun make him a tough guy."
"You weren't able to explain that it didn't," Hawk said.
"Jolene say I don't want him to succeed, that I, ah, repressing him. I told you she been to college."
"You let him use some soldiers," Hawk said.
"Sure, but I don't want no big war with Boots Podolak," Tony said. "For Marshport? What kind of business plan is that?"
Tony shook his head.
"So?" Hawk said.
"So I make a deal with Boots," Tony said. "He lets the kid grab a little piece of Marshport so Jolene can think he got a dick."
"And you let Boots grab a little piece of your enterprise," Hawk said.
Looking down at the empty pond bed, Tony nodded yes.
"And," Hawk said, "maybe you and Boots can designate who gets the short straw in your neighborhoods."
Tony nodded again.
"And Luther Gillespie gets aced."
Tony nodded again. We were all quiet.
After a time, Hawk said, "Known you a long time, Tony."
"Yeah."
"Don't want to give you more trouble than you got."
Tony nodded.
"But I got to even up for Luther Gillespie and