Los Angeles Noir

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said, “you do know I’m a killer.”
    “That was a good shooting,” Cravitz said.
    No one in the city could forget the time that Calzone fatally shot two boys during a drug sting in Midtown. The weapons the boys had leveled on Calzone and his partners turned out to be toys. Because Calzone was Chicano and the boys were black, the incident quickly took on a nasty racial tone.
    There were at least ten reprisal shootings. Black kids shot up brown folk picnicking in the park; Chicano kids shot up black folk at bus stops.
    “ Good shooting ,” Yippie repeated with contempt. “Me, killing kids. Imagine.”
    “They were perps, homeboy,” Cravitz said, pouring out two more glasses of pulke . “It was them or you.”
    The men drank again in silence and Cravitz could hear the bustle of traffic just outside the window.
    “I have nightmares, Quick,” Yippie said. “I can’t get their faces out of my head. And those mothers—” After a moment, the old cop took out a pack of Camels, “I’m taking time off. I already spoke to Vargas.”
    “Nothin’ wrong with that,” Cravitz said. “Manny will bring you back into the fold.”
    Yippie lit a cigarette and took a short drag, then, as quickly, mashed it out in the ashtray. “I’ve made a will,” he said. “I’ve been too lucky too long.”
    Yippie Calzone’s face, covered over with pockmarks and scars, was not handsome. But there was something compelling about his sad, soulful eyes.
    “I’ve always had death threats,” Yippie said. “They come with the job. But the dreams …” Yippie said. “I dreamed someone is going to kill me before this week is done.”
    Cravitz got up from his chair and placed his big bony hand on Yippie’s shoulder. “Dreams ain’t real, homie. Get a grip.”
    “Never thought I’d be afraid of dying, Quick. But I am,” Yippie said. “This was the week I killed those boys—five years ago tomorrow.”
    Cravitz drained his glass and set it on the table. “So what if you make it through the week? Maybe your dream killers will go away,” he said, attempting a smile.
    “Maybe,” Yippie ventured.
    “It’s settled then,” Cravitz said. He picked up a pad and scribbled. “Here,” he tore off the note and handed it to his friend. Yippie’s strong hands trembled as he took it. “I want you to go to this pad in La Caja.”
    “The canyon above Pacoima?”
    “That’s it. It’s Cash’s hideaway, but I’ll make him give me the keys. You pack and stop by the Château Rouge tomorrow morning at 7. The place is a dump. No air-conditioning. But the toilet flushes and the power’s still on. Lay low until the weekend is over.”
    “Your fuckin’ brother hates me.”
    “Cash hates everybody,” Cravitz said dryly. “But he’s legit now. Even your boy the mayor likes him. There’s hope for him yet.”
    Yippie smiled. “It might work. I’m not ready to die. I’ve still got work to do. I owe this city so much.” He pushed Esmeralda slowly across the table. “Happy birthday, old friend.”
    Cravitz snapped up the pretty pistol. “I can’t take away your baby. I’ll have Cash lock her in the safe tomorrow. You can pick her up when all this bad business is past. She’ll be safe at the Château Rouge. Ain’t a hoodlum in the world crazy enough to try to jack Cash Cravitz.”
    “ Simone ,” Yippie observed quietly—so true.
    The two men stood up.
    “You sure Cash is gonna be down with this?” Yippie said.
    “That mean ol’ man will do anything I ask.”
    2.
    He tipped Pauli, the parking valet, twenty bucks when he brought around the black Escalade. Cravitz jumped in and kicked Wilson Pickett’s “In the Midnight Hour” on the box. He perused his pretty self in the mirror.
    Cravitz’s coal-black, bald, magnificent head was adorned with two small hoop earrings. His eyes were gray. Angular, muscular, and deliberate, his black silk Armani duds made him flash and shimmer like a blade. And on this eve of his twenty-ninth

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