The Stone Killer Page #3

You tell me.

They said it was for a heist.

-Where'd you pick it up?

-The airport.

Who ordered it?

l don't know his name.

-Wexton?

-No.

No, l keep... l don't know any Wextons.

l copped a Pontiac. l delivered it.

Where did you take it?

Where did you take it?

Where did you take it?

Lawson. Alan Lawson.

That's what he signed.

-Paid for two days in advance.

-You never saw him before?

Never. Most just drive in

and drive out the next day.

-ln his early 20s, you say?

-ln the neighbourhood of.

Sharp dresser. Had a trombone

and one of those portable record players.

Played a lot of jazz music on it.

Very loud. l had to ask him to turn it down.

We're staying in the room next door.

l come down from Seattle

every year about this time...

My niece.

-Anything else about him?

-Yeah. He was good-looking.

-Did he have any visitors?

-Three l saw.

That one you got in the car

and a couple others.

l want you to have a good look at him.

-You sure?

-Yeah, l'm sure.

Yeah, that's him.

lsn't that right, sweetheart?

-Yeah, that's him.

-He was here a couple of times,

and he was here this morning

when the other two came.

-Would you say they all knew each other?

-They sure seemed to.

You've got your nerve.

How dare you say l was drunk?

Can't a lady...

l must have left it in the motel.

Lou, you get anything?

Well, we got a name, Al Lawson.

l'm gonna call

the American Federation of Musicians.

l see Jumper has blood on his face.

lt better heal, quick.

lt couldn't have been.

l just went into the store.

-Give me a break. l'm just doing my job.

-l'm sorry. lt wasn't me.

Angelo Bianco. Died April 10th, 1931 .

Louis Vescari. Died April 10th, 1931 .

Giovanni Pollari. Died April 10th, 1931 .

Enrico Scianno.

Died April 10th, 1931 .

Carlo Marioni. Died April 10th, 1931 .

Mr Lawrence, have you ever seen

a runner in the starting blocks,

all nerves, tension, waiting for the gun?

l'm that runner.

l've waited 42 years.

Waited 42 years for April the 10th.

You see that monument over there?

That's Joe ''The Boss'' Masseria.

He was killed eating spaghetti vongole

in Scarpato's restaurant, 1931 .

With him died what we call

the Castellammarese War.

Don Salvatore Maranzano

became the capo di tutti capi.

ln our Sicilian way, our things,

nothing had changed,

but, you see,

some of the young men who did very good

because of the war between the families,

they thought our old ways

was not good for making money,

and they had ambition.

They were Luciano, Genovese, Profaci.

They wanted to take

this thing of ours away from us

and make an alliance with the Jews

and the lrish and have a national syndicate,

an executive council to give out the orders

to the franchises, to each family.

Now, the older ones, the Mustache Petes,

and Don Salvatore Maranzano

opposed them.

Luciano had them killed.

Four graves over there, Maranzano there.

More than 40 killed one night in April,

and that night we remember

as the Sicilian Vespers.

After that, we got rich.

But they were my blood,

and a man don't forget

by counting his money.

Your birthday party will be ready,

Don Vescari.

We have 40 men.

They're all well-trained in combat,

transportation, communications.

All of them anonymous.

Not one of them has a criminal record.

The top seven, they're for the party itself.

Thirteen others,

they'll act like reinforcements

for your capo regime here in New York.

There'll be 10 for the Moreci family

in Chicago,

six in Miami and four in New Orleans,

in case there's any backlash

from some of your friends.

l hope the others

are more reliable than Lipper.

You think he gave anything to the doctors

or police?

No. We sealed him off.

Armitage was a bad goof.

Yeah, well, we corrected it.

This is Bartolemo Vechetti.

He is the capo di tutti capi.

l want him the most.

From his chair,

l can pull everything together.

These are the principal associates

of Bootlace Armitage

when he was in the big time.

There's a file on Armitage himself

and two Wextons, and that's all we have, sir.

Telex, New York.

''No Wextons on file of any interest.''

You get any background stuff on Lipper?

Got a sister living in San Francisco.

That's all.

Thin pickings.

-Sleep well?

-Yeah.

Running lucky?

No Wextons on file in New York.

We got a couple here.

Fred Wexton, a spade.

Did grievous bodily harm

to his white landlord.

From the looks of this, he deserved it.

The second is a young girl.

Geraldine Wexton.

Stole her boyfriend's chequebook,

probably for services rendered.

Suspended sentence.

We could have something going

on the driver of the murder car.

Give it to Mathews.

You bought the Wexton bit, now the Chief

wants you to check them out, personally.

Here are the addresses

of the two Wextons, sir,

and the Musician's Local gave us a list

of trombone players and their addresses.

Four fit the description of the suspect,

but there's no Al Lawson.

No, but there's an Alfred Langley.

-Mathews.

-What?

Check out everybody on the list.

Start with Alfred Langley.

-Why Langley?

-Al Lawson. Alfred Langley.

Our thief has no imagination.

Take that young cop, Hart.

He might be able to identify him.

All right.

Look at this.

Why does every crook live on the top floor?

Just my luck.

So, as l was saying,

the kids are kidding me about my clothes,

you know, these lapels, this tie and this hat,

but l said, ''You just wait. lt'll come back.''

You save your clothes long enough,

when you have sharp clothes to begin with,

and they always come back.

They're all laughing standing there,

and l said, ''Never mind my clothes, Linda.

''You want me to take you

to a public restaurant,

''you're gonna have to wear a brassiere,

that's all there is to it.''

This must be the one here.

-Alfred Langley?

-Could be.

You two come on real strong. Who are you?

l'm Batman. This here's Robin.

Who's the shy one?

My roommate.

Check him.

Come on. Come on, get up.

Turn around. Come on.

-All right, get dressed.

-What for?

l don't want you to catch a cold.

You, too, Hilda.

-Why him?

-l don't want to separate you two. Come on.

-Toss me my jacket.

-Give it here.

Halt.

-Get out of the way!

-What the hell?

Get out!

-Geraldine Wexton?

-You the man?

-She's not here today.

-Where?

Look, Saint Teresa,

let's not have a heavy scene, huh?

lf l get the feeling of being rejected,

you may have a visit from

the Food and Health man every day,

and a fire inspector,

who's a real son of a b*tch.

Or would you like to have your customers

touched up by the vice squad?

-And if l remember?

-No hassle.

She's at the ashram.

Hello, Les. The Wexton girl is

up Carmel way at an ashram.

-What?

-Ashram, retreat. A temple.

You got a lousy vocabulary, boy.

After l see the girl,

l thought l'd drive up to San Francisco.

Lipper has a married sister there.

Clear me with the locals, will you, Les?

l don't want to step on

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