The Iceman: The True Story of a Cold-Blooded Killer by Anthony Bruno

Author:Anthony Bruno [Bruno, Anthony]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Criminals & Outlaws, True Crime, Murder, Serial Killers, Organized Crime
ISBN: 0345540115
Google: SfmxC37lSWUC
Amazon: B00BE257EC
Publisher: Dell
Published: 1993-01-01T11:00:00+00:00

FIFTEEN

WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 8, 1986—11:45 A.M.

Richard Kuklinski used his last triangle of toast to wipe up the egg yolk from his otherwise empty plate. From his booth at the diner he could see a strip mall on the other side of the road. He looked at his watch. He’d beeped Dominick a while ago and given him the pay phone number here at the diner. He wished Dominick would call him back before the place got crowded for lunch so they could talk with a little privacy.

He chewed and sipped coffee, staring out at the sunny fall day. The leaves hadn’t started to turn yet down here in south Jersey, but it wouldn’t be long. The days were getting crisper, and it was beginning to feel like fall.

The pay phone by the cash register started to ring. Kuklinski sipped his coffee, waiting for one of the waitresses to get it. The old blonde with the tinted glasses answered it.

“Hello? … Who? … Hold on a minute.” The waitress looked around the diner. When she spotted the big bald man with the gray beard sitting by himself, she went over to him. “Sir, are you waiting for a call from a Dominick?” she asked Kuklinski.

“Yes, I am.” Kuklinski got out of the booth.

“Can I get you anything else, sir?”

He looked over his shoulder at his empty coffee cup. “Yeah, sure. How about a refill?” He continued toward the phone and made sure no one was nearby before he picked up the receiver.

“How ya doing?”

“Rich?”

“Yeah, how’s it going?”

“All right. Who was that who answered the phone?”

“That was the waitress here at the restaurant.”

“So what’re you doing?”

“Not much. I called to see if anything is happening with your girl.”

“As a matter of fact, everything’s fine with her.”

“Yeah?”

“They’re very pleased with what I showed them.”

“Yeah?”

“So it looks like good business, you know what I’m saying?”

“Good. And how did you make out with the rich kid? Is he gonna do that thing with you?”

“Yeah, we’re gonna do that. You know …”

Kuklinski grinned. “Well, whenever you’re ready, give me a beep.”

“Yeah, all right. How long you gonna be down there in south Jersey?”

“Don’t worry about it. It’ll take me two and a half hours to get up there, my friend. That’s all.”

Dominick laughed. “I hear you. There’s no rush on this thing, though, you know what I’m saying? The kid bounces around, goes away with his family sometimes, disappears for a while—”

“He who hesitates is lost, my friend.”

“You’re right about that, Rich.”

“Gotta strike while the iron is hot.”

“I hear you, I hear you. I’ll let you know when the time is right.”

“Okay. And how about the other thing with the girl?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be in touch as soon as I hear from her.”

“Okay. You know how to find me.”

“Right. I’ll be in touch.”

“Take care now.”

“Bye.”

Kuklinski hung up and went back to his booth. The saucer was on top of his coffee cup. The waitress had poured him a fresh cup and covered it to keep it warm. He shook out two packets of sugar, ripped the tops, and poured them into the cup.

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