Brick Page #7

You didn't give her a ride,

did you?

No.

She came to school,

straight from Tug's?

Yeah.

- She there now?

- Yeah.

Not with me, but here.

All right, tell her I wanna meet

up on the field in half an hour.

Then go home, get some sleep.

Will do.

Did you see it all?

With The Pin and Tug?

No, I took your advice and didn't go.

No?

What happened?

The papers say six dead,

three around the house,

girl in the back of Tug's car,

and The Pin and Tug.

Yeah?

Tug tried to shoot his way out

when the police got there.

They tied him to Dode, too.

Same gun.

And the girl.

Huh.

Well, it's a good thing you weren't there.

Yeah.

Do you think the girl was Emily?

Probably.

You loved her.

Yeah, I did.

You did all of this because you loved her.

And now it's finished.

No.

What?

It's not finished.

Tug pulled the trigger on Em,

and he got the fall for it.

But the bulls could have

found that out without me.

I set out to know who put her in the spot,

who put her in front of the gun.

That was you, angel.

What are you talking about?

It was you.

- Brendan.

- What?

You want the whole tale?

You want me to tell it to you?

Tell it to me.

All right, from the top.

You had your fingers

in Brad Bramish for appearances

and to keep him buying from

The Pin, who you were hooked with.

When Emily came to you and Brad,

you saw her for what she was,

an insecure little girl trying to get in.

She goes on the back burner.

Meanwhile, maybe you're getting

bored, or maybe just greedy,

but when The Pin scores big

with the bricks, you take your shot.

You hook one, take half,

cut it back to size,

but you cut it back bad.

Maybe accidentally, maybe to

down The Pin's operation,

doesn't matter.

You put it back. Poor Frisco

doses off it and lands in a coma.

So now The Pin's fuming,

maybe he's jealous of Brad,

so he comes to Brad's car looking

for blood, or at least a scape.

You're in big trouble.

There's gonna be a war over this.

And there's Emily.

She trusts you.

She wants in.

- It's duck soup.

- No!

You frame her for the bad brick,

then you cut her loose.

You turn on your heel

and bite her in the throat.

Last week at the payphone,

Del Rio and Sarmentoso,

she saw something she was scared of.

Tug's car driving by,

The Pin riding shotgun.

But she wouldn't have seen The Pin.

No, she was across the street,

angel.

She saw the driver's side. She saw you.

She saw you, and she ran

like she saw some devil.

Brendan, why...

She took the hit,

Dode hid her away,

but The Pin was on to her.

He tracked her down and told her to meet,

that they'd make good.

He gave her a time and a place and sent Tug.

Just to get the straight.

But maybe you had talked Tug up.

Or maybe he just blew a fuse.

But when Em sprung it on him

that she had her kid,

he did what anyone could count on Tug doing.

He hit her.

She took the hit for you,

and you let her take it.

- Stop! Stop!

- That's the tale.

- Are you gonna tell me it's not?

- Stop it. It's not.

Will you tell me it's not?

It's not.

It isn't true.

I hope it isn't.

I want you to have been

on my side all along,

not just trying to get me under your thumb,

like Brad and The Pin and Tug.

But I think you knew

that party was gonna blow up.

I think that was your final play.

But I hope I'm wrong.

I hope everything I wrote in the note

that I dropped at Gary Trueman's office

this morning is wrong.

About your and Brad's

involvement in The Pin's runnings.

And I hope you didn't steal the brick

last night in your purse.

I didn't.

Good.

That means you didn't let me

walk into a slaughterhouse.

And you didn't lead The Pin

and Tug and their crews

to the slaughter.

And when Trueman reads my note, takes my cue

and searches your locker,

he won't find a damn thing.

Brendan,

don't do this.

It's done.

Done?

Well, that's most of it.

Nine out of 10.

I told Em to tell Tugger it was his.

Told her it would soften him up.

She said she wished she could keep it,

but she didn't love the father.

I was gonna drive her down

to the doctor the next day.

Most wouldn't.

She was already starting to show.

Three months.

Do you know whose kid that makes it?

Or have you known all along?

Mother...

- You get your straight?

- Yeah.

- I wouldn't have, if I...

- It's all right.

Chuck Burns came to.

The knife guy. He spilled

it all to the bulls.

Turns out Brad Bramish hired him on his own.

It was just a grudge thing.

Fits.

You did good, Brain. Go sleep.

Yeah. You, too.

What'd she whisper to you?

She called me a dirty word.

All right,

you don't have to tell me.

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