a hand of seven-card, came away with five bucks and eighteen cigarettes on a club flush, pocketed the cigarettes, and played conservative from that point on.
Chuck turned out to be the real player, though, jovial as ever, impossible to read, amassing a pile of coins and cigarettes and eventually bills, glancing down at the end of it all as if surprised at how such a fat pile got in front of him.
Trey said, "You got yourself some of them X-ray eyes, Marshal?"
"Lucky, I guess."
"Booshit. Motherfucker that lucky? He got hisself some voodoo working."
Chuck said, "Maybe some motherfucker shouldn't tug his earlobe."
"Huh?"
"You tug your earlobe, Mr. Washington. Every time you got less than a full house." He pointed at Bibby. "And this motherfucker - " All three of them burst out laughing.
"He... he - no, wait a minute, waithe.., he gets all squirrelly eyed, starts looking at everybody's chips just before he bluffs. When he's got a hot hand, though? He's all serene and inward-looking." Trey ripped the air with his loudest guffaw and slapped the table.
"What about Marshal Daniels? How's he give himself away?"
Chuck grinned. "I'm going to rat out my partner? No, no, no."
"Ooooh!" Bibby pointed across the table at them both.
"Can't do it."
"I see, I see," Trey said. "It's a white man kinda thing." Chuck's face darkened and he stared at Trey until the room was sucked dry of air.
Trey's Adam's apple bobbed, and he started to raise a hand in apology, and Chuck said, "Absolutely. What else would it be?" and the grin that broke across his face was river-size.
"Mother-fucker!" Trey slapped his hand off Chuck's fingers.
"Motherfucker!" Bibby said.
"Mutha-fucka," Chuck said, and then all three of them giggled like little girls.
Teddy thought of trying it, decided he'd fail, a white man trying to sound hep. And yet Chuck? Chuck could pull it off somehow. "SO WHAT GAVE me away?" Teddy asked Chuck as they lay in the dark. Across the room, Trey and Bibby were locked in a snoring com74 petition and the rain had gone soft in the last half an hour, as if it were catching its breath, awaiting reinforcements.
"At cards?" Chuck said from the lower bunk. "Forget it."
"No. I want to know."
"You thought you were pretty good up till now, didn't you?
Admit it."
"I didn't think I was bad."
"You're not."
"You cleaned my clock."
"I won a few bucks."
"Your daddy was a gambler, that it?"
"My daddy was a prick."
"Oh, sorry."
"Not your fault. Yours?"
"My daddy?" ',
"No, your uncle. Of course, your daddy."
Teddy tried to picture him in the dark, could only see his halds, welted with scars.
"He was a stranger," Teddy said. "To everyone. Even my mother. Hell, I doubt he knew who he was. He was his boat. When he lost the boat, he just drifted away."
Chuck didn't say anything and after a while Teddy figured he'd fallen asleep. He could suddenly see his father, all of him, sitting in that chair on the days there'd been no work, the man swallowed by the walls, ceilings, rooms.
"Hey, boss."
"You still up?"
"We really going to pack it in?"
"Yeah. You surpnseo.
"I'm not blaming you. I just, I dunno..."
"What?"
"I never quit anything before."
Teddy lay quiet for a bit. Finally, he said, "We haven't heard the truth once. We got no way through to it and we got nothing to fall back on, nothing to make these people talk."
"I know, I know," Chuck said. "I agree with the logic."
"But?"
"But I never quit anything before is all."
"Rachel Solando didn't slip barefoot out of a locked room without help. A lot of help. The whole institution's help. My experience? You can't break a whole society that doesn't want to hear what you have to say. Not if there's only two of us. Best-case scenariothe threat worked and Cawley's sitting up in his mansion right now, rethinking his whole attitude. Maybe in the morning..."
"So you're bluffing."
"I didn't say that."
"I just played cards with you, boss."
They lay in silence, and Teddy listened to the ocean for a while. "You purse your lips," Chuck said, his voice beginning to garble with sleep.
"What?"
"When you're holding a good hand. You only do it for a second, but you always do it."
"Oh."
"'Night, boss."
"'Night."
Chapter 6
SHE COMES DOWN the hallway toward him. e:
Dolores, karats of anger in her eyes, Bing Crosby crooning "East Side of Heaven" from somewhere in the apartment, the kitchen, maybe. She says, "Jesus, Teddy. Jesus Christ." She's holding an empty bottle of JTS Brown in her hand. His empty bottle. And Teddy realizes she's found one