The Third Figure by Collin Wilcox Read Free Book Online Page B

“Now we’ll drink. What’ll you have?”
    “Well, I’ll—I’ll have a vodka and tonic, if you’ve got it.
    “Perfect. That’s what I’m drinking.” Rapidly he filled the glasses and handed mine over.
    “Now,” he said briskly, “how’re you going to tackle this? Give me the rundown.”
    “Well, I’m not sure. I have to get all the information I can about Dominic Vennezio. Then I have to—to just start looking around until I find something. If I’m lucky, I get a feeling that it’s something special. But …” I broke off, and gulped down a third of my drink. My hand was unsteady, but the glass didn’t shake.
    “Well, you won’t get much from Aidia,” he said decisively. “I can tell you that. All she can think about is how Dom took up with another woman. That’s all she’s got on her mind. That and Dom’s murder.”
    “What can you tell me, Mr. Russo?”
    “Call me Frank. What’d they call you? Steve?”
    “Yes. Steve.”
    “Good. Well, there’s not much I can tell you that’d mean anything. I mean, Dom had his troubles, like the rest of us, but it wasn’t anything serious.”
    “What kind of troubles?”
    He thought about it a moment before saying carefully, “Maybe Aidia told you some of it. Frank always liked the girls. That’s all right. All of us do. But when he got hooked on this Hanson woman, things started to slide a little. He didn’t pay attention to business, like he should. That’s when I came out to the Coast, about a year ago.” He paused. Then, choosing his words, he said, “Some of the newspapers figured that the two went together: me coming out, and Dom getting killed. But you know as well as I do, it doesn’t happen like that anymore. Sure, Dom didn’t have the zip he used to have. And, sure, I was running things, mostly, for the past six months or so. But Dom, he didn’t really care. He had his. He had more real estate than you have ribbons for your typewriter. There wasn’t any beef; he would’ve retired. It was all worked out, as a matter of fact. Another year, and he’d’ve been out to pasture, playing with his girl friend.”
    “Then you must’ve been disturbed by his murder.”
    “You’re damn right I was. I can tell you, things were pretty rough around here.”
    “How do you mean?”
    “Well, no one knew where they stood. They were nervous. I mean, they didn’t know what to think. Especially the way Dom was killed. It was like—well, it was like the old days.”
    “How do you mean?”
    “I mean, it was a clean job. It looked like a professional job. It still does.” He said it almost indignantly. “That’s what I say, everyone got nervous. Even the cops. Maybe you know that we’ve got things pretty well under control here in La Palada. I mean, we’ve got the lowest crime rate in the state. So when this thing blew up, everyone got hot as hell. I even had to go back East and explain things. As a matter of fact …” He smiled to himself, in covert satisfaction. “As a matter of fact, when Aidia came to me, all wide-eyed, and said she was going to hire you, I first of all let her think I didn’t like it. Maybe at first I didn’t. But then, when I’d had a chance to think about it, I told her to go ahead, provided you talked to me first. I was even thinking of hiring a private detective to look into things for me. I didn’t do it, but I was thinking about it. So now …” He waved his glass at me. “Now Aidia’s spending her money. And just as long as we all understand each other, nobody’ll get burned.”
    “What would happen if I should discover that the murderer was actually an—associate of yours?”
    “That’d depend on who it was and why he did it. But that’d be my business.” He looked at me meaningfully. “It doesn’t have anything to do with you. Right?”
    I nodded. I was feeling a little more irked each time he stared at me with his bully’s black eyes and said, “Right?” I finished my drink, anxious to be