bottles was the standard bar mirror. One stool was occupied, at the far end of the room. The man stared down, into his drink. "I've been coming here for a few years," Ramos said. "I come here when I need to get away from the freaks."
"The freaks?"
"My family. I raised three worthless sons who spend money faster than I can make it."
"You're Alexander Ramos, right? I saw your picture in Newsweek a while back. I'm sorry about Homer. I read about the fire in the paper."
He poured out another shot. "One less freak to deal with."
I felt the blood drain from my face. It was a chilling statement for a father to make.
He took a long pull on his cigarette, closed his eyes, and savored the moment. "They think the old man don't know what's going on. Well, they're wrong. The old man knows everything. I didn't build this business by being stupid. And I didn't build it by being nice, either, so they better watch their step."
I glanced back at the door. "Are you sure we're safe here?"
"Any time you're with Alexander Ramos, you're safe. Nobody touches Alexander Ramos."
Yeah, right. That's why we're hiding out in a bar in Asbury Park. This was feeling like Bizarro Land.
"I just don't like to be bothered when I smoke," he said. "I don't want to have to look at all the leeches."
"Why don't you get rid of them. Tell them to leave your house?"
He squinted at me through a haze of smoke. "How would it look? They're family." He dropped his cigarette on the floor and stepped on it. "There's only one way to get rid of family."
Oh boy.
"We're done here," he said. "I have to get back before my son runs me into the ground."
"Hannibal?"
"Mr. Big Shot. I should never have sent him to college." He stood and dropped a wad of money onto the table. "How about you? Did you go to college?"
"Yep."
"What are you doing now?"
I was afraid if I told him I was a bounty hunter he'd shoot me. "A little of this and a little of that," I said.
"Big fancy education and you're doing a little of this?"
"You sound like my mother."
"You probably give your mother angina."
That made me smile. He was scary crazy, but I sort of liked him. He reminded me of my uncle Punky. "Do you know who killed Homer?"
"Homer killed himself."
"I read in the paper that they didn't find a gun, so they ruled out suicide."
"More than one way to kill yourself. My son was stupid and greedy."
"Uh . . . you didn't kill him, did you?"
"I was in Greece when he was shot."
We locked eyes. We both knew that didn't answer the question. Ramos could have ordered his son's execution.
I drove him back to Deal and parked on a side street, a block from the pink house.
"Any time you want to make twenty bucks you just show up on the corner," Ramos said.
I smiled. I hadn't taken any money from him, and probably I wouldn't be back. "Okay," I said, "keep your eyes open for me."
I took off the second he left the car. I didn't want to risk the guys in the suits spotting me. Ten minutes later, my phone rang.
"Short visit," Ranger said.
"He drinks, he smokes, he goes home."
"Did you learn anything?"
"I think he might be crazy."
"That's the consensus."
Sometimes Ranger sounded like he was straight off the street, and sometimes he sounded like a stockbroker. Ricardo Carlos Manoso, Man of Mystery.
"Do you think Ramos might have killed his own son?"
"He's capable of it."
"He said Homer was killed because he was greedy and stupid. You knew Homer. Was he greedy and stupid?"
"Homer was the weakest of the three sons. He'd always take the easy road. But sometimes the easy road got to be a problem."
"How?"
"Homer would drop a hundred thousand gambling and then look for an easy way to get the money, like hijacking a truck or dealing some drugs. In the process he'd step on Mob toes or have a run-in with the police, and Hannibal would have to bail him out."
Which led me to wonder what Ranger was doing with Homer Ramos the night Ramos was shot. No point in asking.
"Later, babe," Ranger said. And he was gone.
I GOT HOME in time to walk Bob and take a shower. I spent an extra half-hour styling my hair so it was deceptively casual, as if I really didn't care enough to put in a lot of effort but I was