The Deep
- Автор: Спиллейн Микки
- Год: 1961
- Язык: английский
- Год: E. P. Dutton & Company
- Жанр: Криминальные детективы
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Deep was back in town after a twenty-five year exile — to inherit an empire and avenge a death. He and Bennett had made the inheritance pact when they were kids — blood brothers in crime. They had known then that even New York was too small for them both to share, and so they had tossed a coin to determine who would stay and who would build his organization in another town. Deep had lost and gone.
But now Bennett has lost — been murdered in his own home — and Deep is ready to prove lie is strong enough to take over. Deep wants Bennett’s killer; the others want Bennett’s job. And all too many of them — including the beautiful Irish — want Deep dead.
The Deep is the mastermind in one of the most exciting stories Spillane has ever written — a breathtaking tale of violence in action.
Very pleasantly, Roscoe shook his head. “No, Deep, not you. You’re committed all the way. You can’t get off.”
“Hell, it’s my nickel,” I told him. I winked at Helen, she made a kiss at me and I left.
The cop on duty at Bennett’s apartment wouldn’t have let me in, but Mr. Sullivan told him it was all right, the place was mine and he didn’t argue the point.
I looked at Sullivan’s baggy suit and said, “How come you’re in plain clothes?”
“Off duty.”
“Busman’s holiday?”
“Something like that. I have an interest in you. I don’t want it to lag, especially after last night.”
“Nice of you.”
“Don’t mention it.” He nodded toward the door. “Do I get invited in?”
“Be my guest.”
In the room where Augie had died the chalk outlines of his body still marked the floor. There were a few burned-out flash bulbs in an ash tray and the place stank of cigar smoke. The blood by the door had dried brown and after scanning the yellow pages of the directory I found a janitorial service who would send somebody right over to clean up.
Sullivan was like a big dog, tagging behind me as I went through the place. On the second floor he ran his hand over an expensive piece of leather-and-oak and said, “First time I’ve been up here. Funny how a guy like Bennett should live.”
“Everybody to his own taste.”
“Hoods don’t usually like being salted down in a neighborhood like this when they’re loaded.”
“Bennett was a funny guy.”
“Very funny.” He turned and stared at me. “You going to stay here too, Deep?”
“You mind?”
“Remember what I told you the other day? There’s enough natural trouble on the block without bringing it in from outside. I always mind trouble. You ought to know. I belted you around often enough. There wasn’t one of you punks from the K.O. Club I didn’t brace at one time or another. You know something? All of them swore they’d get me. More guys were going to put a shiv in me, brain me or put a bullet in my head than I can remember. You too, Deep. I remember you crying like a baby with the blood running off your head and yelling you were going to take me apart with your bare hands. You remember that too?”
I laughed at him. “I was thinking of it last night when that guy was going to plug you.”
“Thanks again,” he said casually.
“Don’t mention it. I was saving you for me.” Sullivan grunted with disgust and turned away to inspect the room. While he did I went around the rest of it alone. There were little things to indicate that Augie had thoroughly searched the place and from the signs he had gotten to the ground floor where he was hit without finding anything.
I took Sullivan up to the apartment, poked around up there and was pretty certain Bennett hadn’t used the building to hide his personal effects. I kept getting a strange feeling, one I realized had puzzled me since I started on this. It was the same thing that had awakened me last night.
Somebody had said something, somebody had done something or I had my hand on something that could tie this whole thing together. I was reaching for it when Sullivan said, “This place is familiar. Everything but the wall to wall dirt and the old back room for your shag parties.”
“You caught on faster than I did.”
“I hauled you guys out of that place often enough.” He stared around the room, his hands on his hips. “Like being back?”
“I’m not particular.”
“It figures.” He looked at me, the years of watching the world go by showing on him, and automatically he bunched himself like he was going to swing on me.
Before his reflexes could take over, I said, “Anything you particularly want to see?”
“Uh-uh. You’re the only one I’m interested in.”
“You going to tail me around?”
“Afraid it’ll spoil your reputation?”
“Could be. I wouldn’t want that to happen.”
“Don’t let it bother you. I’ll just poke around myself, the big, friendly beat cop who takes his job to heart. I always liked kids if you recall, especially them and their club activities. That’s why I enjoy roaming around on my off time. Now you take them Scorpions that hole up in the basement of Decker’s place like you guys used to in your joint... now there’s a fine bunch of lads. Top-notch sports. Today I heard some funny things coming from their turf. Strange things.”
“Lay off, Sullivan,” I said tightly.
His smile was just the way it was when he tore me up with his cuffs so long ago. Big, broad and mean. “Deep, I’ve been around here a long time. I take everything that happens here to heart. I’m part of this place and proud of it and don’t you try crowding me.”
I waved my thumb toward the door. “Have it your own way, only get off my premises.”
Downstairs Sullivan stood talking to the uniformed cop at the door and watched me walk off.
The janitor of the building that housed the K.O. Club was an incipient wino who hadn’t changed much since I had seen him last. He had been bald at forty, with rheumy eyes and a whiny voice and we had used him to pick up booze from the liquor store when we couldn’t buy it ourselves for being underage. He got paid off with a jolt or two and slept on the old cot in the back room.
Now he was sixty-five, the skin of his head wrinkled, his eyes still a baleful red and his breath still that of a practiced rumdum. But old Henny Summers still knew what the score was and how the game was played and when I knocked on the door he took a quick look, swallowed hard and forced a smile.
“ ’Lo, Mr. Deep.”
“How’s things, Henny?”
“All right, all right. Mr. Batten, he called and told me this was your place now. You gonna keep me on, Mr. Deep?”
“Why not?”
“No reason. I done pretty good here. Place always like Mr. Bennett wanted it. Clean up every week and get it ready for when he wanted a meeting.”
“Good.”
“You wanna go through the place, Mr. Deep?”
“Later maybe.”
“Everything’s pretty good. Kids break in sometimes and mess around a little bit. Broke a chair once and stole some glasses. Last week they broke the back door to the cellar. I fixed it shut. This time I nailed it. Yesterday a little kid threw a bottle in here. Knocked a pane out in the window. I kicked his behind for him, I did.”
“He needed it. Look, Henny, you know this building pretty well?”
His eyebrows went up as he puzzled that out. “Sure, Mr. Deep. Ain’t I been living here all this time?”
“Bennett spend much time here at all?”
“Mr. Bennett?” His brow creased and he shook his head. “He come for the meetings. Sometimes he threw a party. You know, beer and that stuff. He never liked the fancy deals. More like the old days. The guys in the ward, they had a bit of fun. Nice broads too. Once one of ’em come to me and right there she...”
“He ever come here alone?”
“By himself?” Henny’s mouth turned down. “What for?”
“Any reason’ll do.”
“He used to stop by to tell me when he was having a party. Sometimes, I mean. Other times he’d call up or send somebody over. Couple times long while ago he came over with a jug and we talked about the old days. Talked a lot about you, Mr. Deep. How nobody never heard from you or nothin’. Mr. Bennett, he figured you had yourself something going and someday you’d march back in and you and him could take up together again.”
Henny gave a toothless laugh and waved me into the back. “Wanna see the old place downstairs? Mr. Bennett, him and me sat there when we talked. Knocked off the jug and really talked. Come on.”
He didn’t have to show me the way. There wasn’t an inch of the place I didn’t know and not an inch had been changed. We went through the narrow vestibule and down the stairs and when Henny flipped the switch there was the old place where plans and broads had been made at the same time and Carlos Stevens had knifed the skinny kid from the French Royals who was caught trying to raid our arsenal and where Teddy the Lunger and I had fought it out with icepicks and both picked up three punctures before I got him bad enough to end it.