“There she is!” Tony cried. He gave Angelo a shove to wake him up.
Angelo shook his head, then squinted through the windshield. It had gotten dark during the short time he’d been asleep. His mind felt fuzzy. But he could see the woman Tony was pointing at. She was only ten feet from her building and heading for the door.
“Let’s go,” Angelo said. He piled out of the car, then almost fell on his face. His left leg had gone to sleep in the weird position he’d assumed when he’d closed his eyes.
Tony was significantly ahead as Angelo tried to run on a leg that felt more like wood than bones and muscle. By the time he got to the door, the leg was feeling like pins and needles from the crotch down. He pulled open the door to see Tony already conversing with the woman.
“We want to talk with you down at the station,” Tony was saying, trying to imitate Angelo.
Angelo could see that he was holding his badge too high so that Laurie Montgomery could read what it said if she so chose.
Angelo pulled Tony’s arm down and smiled. He noticed that Laurie was as good-looking a woman as Tony had guessed from the photo.
“We’d like to talk to you just for a few moments,” Angelo said. “Purely routine. We’ll have you back here in less than an hour. It has to do with the medical examiner’s office.”
“I don’t have to go anyplace with you.”
“I don’t think you want to create a scene,” Angelo said.
“I don’t even have to talk with you.”
Angelo could tell Laurie was not going to be an easy broad. “I’m afraid we have to insist,” he said calmly.
“I don’t even recognize you men. What precinct are you from?”
Angelo cast a quick glance over his shoulder. No one was coming into the building. This pickup was going to take force. Angelo glanced at Tony and gave a tiny nod.
Getting the message, Tony reached into his jacket and pulled out his Beretta Bantam. He pointed it at Laurie.
Angelo winced as Laurie let out an ear-piercing scream that could have awakened the dead as far away as Saint John’s Cemetery in Rego Park.
With his free hand, Tony reached out and grabbed Laurie by the neck, intending to force her to the car. Instead, he got a briefcase in the groin. He doubled over in pain. As soon as he straightened back up, Tony pointed his gun at the woman’s chest and fired two quick shots. Laurie went down instantly.
The shots were deafening; Tony hadn’t put his silencer on, not thinking he’d have to resort to force. The smell of cordite hung in the air.
“What the hell did you shoot her for?” Angelo demanded. “We were supposed to bring her in alive.”
“I lost my head,” Tony said. “She hit me in the nuts with her goddamn briefcase.”
“Let’s get her the hell out of here,” Angelo ordered.
Together they each grabbed one of Laurie’s arms. Angelo bent down and grabbed her briefcase. Then the two men half-dragged, half-carried Laurie’s lifeless body to their car. Dead or alive, they could still get her to the Montego Bay.
As quickly as possible they shoved her into the backseat of the car. A few pedestrians eyed them suspiciously, but no one said anything. Tony climbed in beside her while Angelo jumped into the front seat and started the car. As soon as the engine responded, he pulled out into Nineteenth Street.
“She better not be bleeding on that upholstery,” Angelo said, glancing in the rearview mirror. He could see Tony struggling with the body. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Trying to get her purse out from under her,” Tony said. He grunted. “It’s like she’s got a death grip on it, as if it matters at this point.”
“She dead?” Angelo asked. He was still furious.
“She hasn’t moved,” Tony said. “Ah, got it!” He held up the purse as if it were a trophy.
“If Cerino asks me what happened,” Angelo snapped, “I’m going to have to tell him.”
“I’m sorry,” Tony said. “I told you. I lost my head. Hey, look at this! This broad is loaded.” He waved a handful of twenties that he pulled from a wallet.