Sammy Two Shoes by Phillip DePoy

Sammy Two Shoes by Phillip DePoy

Author:Phillip DePoy [DePoy, Phillip]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Severn House
Published: 2021-06-28T00:00:00+00:00


NINETEEN

Brooklyn had become an imaginary place to me during my Florida years, the way a childhood memory makes things bigger and brighter than they were in reality. But walking up the street to my mother’s place, even the garbage in the streets and the graffiti on the walls felt like home.

Up the stoop, up the stairs, knock twice on the door, and there was Shayna. Her eyes were rimmed in red, and she was wearing a blue chenille bathrobe.

I stood in the doorway. ‘It’s a little late in the day for the robe, don’t you think?’

She put a finger to her lips, then she motioned me in.

Sammy was sitting on the sofa in the front room. He had his Colt in his hand, but his hand was in his lap.

I looked at Shayna. ‘Was he here like this when I called you earlier?’

She nodded.

Sammy looked up, a little lost. ‘Oh, hi, Foggy. When did you get here?’

‘Just now,’ I told him. ‘What’s up, Sam?’

‘I,’ he began, and then seemed to lose his train of thought.

‘Sammy?’ I said softly.

‘I’ve made some … mistakes.’ He sighed and closed his eyes.

‘Yeah.’ I stepped into the apartment, but only a little. ‘In what regard?’

‘Cocaine,’ he began, a little philosophically, ‘is bad.’

‘I agree,’ I said. ‘All it wants is more of itself. You get a little bump, but the second it drops below a hundred percent, you get desperate for a little more.’

‘It don’t do your judgment any favors either,’ he assured me.

‘I recall.’ I took one more step into the room. ‘So. What’s going on now?’

He looked up. ‘Now?’

‘You’re in my mother’s apartment with a gun in your hand, Sammy,’ I said quickly.

He looked around. ‘Oh. Yeah.’

‘I talked with Phoebe,’ I said, ‘and with Phoebe’s lawyer. The consensus is that you knew Emory pretty well. She introduced you to Phoebe. And Emory was Tanner Brookmeyer’s girlfriend.’

Sammy’s face contorted like he’d been shot in the guts. ‘I hate him.’

‘Yeah,’ I said, ‘there’s a long line for that. What’s going on, Sam?’

I edged a little closer to him, glaring at Shayna.

She nodded. ‘Want some coffee?’

‘Love some,’ I snapped.

And Shayna beat it to the kitchen.

‘Phoebe wasn’t supposed to get in the middle of this,’ Sammy said, and he sounded miserable. ‘I was trying to get at Tanner.’

One more step. ‘Maybe you should start at the beginning.’

And so he did.

Sammy Two Shoes Cohen had always felt lost. As a teenager, he’d wanted to be a folk singer, but everyone made fun of that. His only friends were criminals and his family didn’t want him. He wasn’t bad looking, though, and he was tall. So he managed to get by on the periphery of his world until he ran afoul of Tanner Brookmeyer. Tanner didn’t like Sammy. Maybe it was exactly because Sammy was taller and better looking, or maybe it was because of Emory Brewster.

Emory Brewster was a spoiled kid from the upper east side of Manhattan. Best schools, best clothes, best drugs. She met Tanner at a party with some of her spoiled rich friends, and she didn’t like him.



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