“Then what’s the debate? I don’t understand what you’re holding back.”
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Lay off, okay? I don’t know nothin’ else so just leave it alone.”
“Come on, Billy. What’s the rest of it?” I snapped.
“Oh, shit. It wasn’t Thursday,” he blurted out. “I met Daggett Tuesday night and that’s when he asked me to help him out.”
“So he could hide from the guys at San Luis,” I said, making sure I was following.
“Well, yeah. I mean, they’d called him Monday morning and that’s why he’d hightailed it up here. We talked on the phone late Monday. He was drunk. I didn’t feel like putting myself out. I’d just got home and I was bushed so I said I’d meet him the next night.”
“At the Hub?”
“Right.”
“Which is what you did,” I said, easing him along.
“Sure, we met and talked some. He was already in a panic so I kind of fanned the flames, just twitting him. There’s no harm in that.”
“Why lie about it? Why didn’t you tell me this to begin with?” I was crowding him, but I thought it was time to persist.
“It didn’t look right somehow. I didn’t want my name tied to his. Thursday night sounded better. Like I wasn’t all that hot to talk to him. You know, like I didn’t rush right out. I can’t explain it any better than that.”
It was just lame enough to make sense to me. I said, “All right. I’ll buy it for now. Then what?”
“That’s all it was. That’s the last I saw of him. He came in again Friday night and Coral spotted him, so she called me, but by the time I got there, he’d left.”
“With the woman?”
“Yeah, right.”
“So Coral did see her.”
“Sure, but she didn’t know who she was. She thought it was some babe hittin’ on him, like a whore, something like that. The chick was buyin’ him all these drinks and Daggett was lappin’ ‘em up. Coral got kind of worried. Not that either of us really gave a shit, but you know how it is. You don’t want to see a guy get taken, even if you don’t like him much.”
“Especially if you’ve heard he’s got thirty thousand dollars on him, right?” I said.
“It wasn’t thirty. You said so yourself. It was twenty-five.” Billy was apparently feeling churlish now that he’d opened up. “Anyway, what are you goin’ on and on about? I told you everything I know.”
“What about Coral? If you lied, maybe she’s been lying too.”
“She wouldn’t do that.”
“What’d she say when you got there?”
The look on Billy’s face altered slightly and I thought I’d hit on something. I just didn’t know what. My mind leapt ahead. “Did Coral follow them?” I asked.
“Of course not.”
“What’d she say then?”
“Coral wasn’t feeling so hot,” he replied, uneasily.
“So she’d what, gone home?”
“Not really. She was coming down with this cold and she’d taken a cold cap. She was feeling zonked so she went back in the office and lay down on the couch. The bartender thought she’d left. I get there and I’m pissed because I can’t find her, I can’t find Daggett. I don’t know what’s goin’ on. I hang around for a while and then I come back here, thinking she’s home. Only she’s not. It was a fuck-up, that’s all. She was at the Hub the whole time.”
“What time did she get home?”
“I don’t know. Late. Three o’clock. She had to wait till the owner closed out the register and then he gave her a lift partway so she had to walk six blocks in the rain. She’s been sick as a dog ever since.”
I stared at him, blinking, while the wheels went round and round. I was picturing her at the wharf with Daggett and the fit was nice.
“Why look at me like that?” he said.
“Let me say this. I’m just thinking out loud,” I said. “It could have been Coral, couldn’t it? The blonde who left the Hub with him? That’s what’s been worrying you all this time.”
“No, uh-uh. No way,” he said. His eyes had settled on me with fascination. He didn’t like the line I was taking, but he’d probably thought about it himself.
“You only have her word for the fact that this other woman even exists,” I said.
“The cabbie saw her.”
“But it could have been Coral. She might have been the one buying Daggett all those drinks. He knew who she was and he trusted her too, because of you. She could have called the cab and then left with him. Maybe the reason the bartender thought she was gone was because he saw her leave.”
“Get the hell out of here,” Billy whispered.
His face had darkened and I saw his muscles tense. I’d been so caught up in my own speculation I hadn’t been paying attention to the effect on him. I picked up the skirt and shoes, keeping an eye on him while I edged toward the door. He leaned over and opened it for me abruptly.
I had barely cleared the steps when the door slammed behind me hard. He shoved the curtain aside, staring at me belligerently as I backed out of the carport. The minute the curtain dropped, I cut around to the trailer window where I’d spied on him before. The louvers were closed, but the curtain on that side gaped open enough to allow me a truncated view.
Billy had sunk down on the couch with his head in his hands. He looked up. The woman who’d been in the back bedroom had now emerged and she leaned against the wall while she lit another cigarette. I could see a portion of her heavy thighs and the hem of a shortie nightgown in pale yellow nylon. Like a drowning man, Billy reached for her and pulled her close, burying his face between her breasts. Lovella. He began to nuzzle at her nipples through the nylon top, making wet spots. She stared down at him with that look new mothers have when they suckle an infant in public. Lazily, she leaned over and stubbed out her cigarette on a dinner plate, then wound her fingers into his hair. He grabbed her at the knees and lowered her to the floor, pushing her gown up around her waist. Down, down, down, he went. I headed over to the Hub.
Chapter 20
It looked like another slow night at the Hub. The rain had picked up again and business was off. The roof was leaking in two places and someone had put out galvanized pails to catch the drips … one on the bar, one by the ladies’ room. The place, at its best, was populated by neighborhood drinkers-old women with fat ankles in heavy sweaters who started at 2:00 in the afternoon and consumed beer steadily until closing time, men with nasal voices and grating laughs whose noses were bulbous and sunburned from alcohol. The pool players were usually young Mexicans who smoked until their teeth turned yellow and squabbled among themselves like pups. That night the pool room was deserted and the green felt table tops seemed to glow as though lighted from within. I counted four customers in all and one was asleep with his head on his arms. The jukebox was suffering from some mechanical quirk that gave the music a warbling, underwater quality.
I approached the bar, where Coral was perched on a high-backed stool with a Naugahyde top. She was wearing a Western-cut shirt with a silver thread running through the brown plaid, tight jeans rolled up at the ankles, and heels with short white socks. She must have recognized me from the funeral because when I asked if I could talk to her, she hopped down without a word and went around to the other side of the bar.
“You want something to drink?”
“A wine spritzer. Thanks,” I said.
She poured a spritzer for me and pulled a draft beer for herself. We took a booth at the back so she could keep her eye on the clientele in case someone needed service. Up close, her hair looked so bushy and dry I worried about spontaneous combustion. Her makeup was too harsh for her fair coloring and her front teeth were decayed around the edges, as if she’d been eating Oreo cookies. Her cold must have been at its worst. Her forehead was lined and her eyes half squinted, like a magazine ad for sinus medication. Her nose was so stopped up she was forced to breathe through her mouth. In spite of all that, she managed to smoke, lighting up a Virginia Slim the minute we sat down.
“You should be home in bed,” I said, and then wondered why I’d suggested such a thing. Billy and Lovella were currently back there groveling around on the floor, probably causing the trailer to thump on its foundations. Who could sleep with that stuff going on?