Hooligans by Diehl William

Author:Diehl, William [Diehl, William]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi, epub
Publisher: AEI/Story Merchant Books
Published: 2013-11-27T16:00:00+00:00

43

DOG WITH A BAD COLD

With things back under control, we left the war room and went back to the front of the Warehouse.

Costello remained in his corner, still tense, like a big cat waiting to spring. He looked back at me and stared for a few seconds, as though not quite sure who I was, and then recognition swept over his features. I could feel the hatred across the room. I smiled at him and stared back. My turn was coming.

Our group had narrowed down to the Stick, Dutch, and me. Most of the aggravated tension moved into the other room with us.

"Excuse me," Costello said in a voice that was flat, harsh, and no less venomous than the bite of an asp. "Do you mind reading us our rights and telling us what we're charged with?"

Dutch said, "The rest of them I'm gonna charge with, let's see, how about assaulting an officer, resisting arrest, creating a riot, destroying city property—"

"All right, let's make it simple," Costello interrupted. "What the hell are we doing here?"

"Things were a little too quiet, we only had one murder so far today," Dutch said. "So I thought we'd have us all a little picnic."

"Look," Costello said to Dutch, "I realize you're a well-respected police officer, Morehouse, but you're pushing—"

Now it was Dutch's turn to do the interrupting.

"Morehead," Dutch said in a growl. "Lieutenant Morehead."

"All right, Morehead—"

"Lieutenant."

Costello glared a moment or two more. "Lieutenant Morehead, what the hell do you want from us? Why are we here?"

Dutch said, "Maybe you haven't noticed, but a lot of your relatives have dropped suddenly dead in the last couple of days."

"Is that why that bunch of beach bums of yours has been harassing us for the past few weeks?"

"Oh, I would hardly call that harassment, Mr. Costello, Dutch said. "I'll be glad to show you real harassment, if you'd like."

Throughout the exchange, Chevos never took his eyes off me. They glittered like the eyes of a night predator. It had suddenly occurred to him who I was, a man whose assassination he had once ordered. I looked back and for a moment we were eye to eye. A lot went on in that face in a couple of seconds: hate, fear, annoyance, curiosity, anger, frustration. He finally looked away.

I finally cut into the conversation. "So you're representing all these people, right, Costello?"

"That's right. I'm glad somebody finally remembered I'm an attorney. "

"Then let's just you and us talk," I said, and I stepped back into the war room. Dutch ushered Costello in and the Stick followed.

I slammed the door and said, "Look, let's stop fucking around. You're just a mobster, Costello. We all know it, so let's stop the bullshit. Uncle Franco is dead and that makes you primo candidate for capo di capi—that's if you don't join the rest of your worthless ancestors, which wouldn't hurt my feelings at all."

He started to say something but I held my hand up and kept talking. "Now we figure two

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