Shame The Devil Part 18

"Don't worry. It's nothing, most likely."

"That's my boy whose face is cut out there."

"I know."

They sat without speaking for a minute or so. Boyle closed his eyes and drank beer while Jonas stared down at the afternoon sunlight spreading across the floor.

"The families of those people," said Jonas, his eyes still on the floor.

Boyle nodded. "I met one of them, just before I came over here. Dimitri Karras, the father of the boy got hit by the car. Karras is working in the kitchen of a bar I drink in from time to time."

"The department still sponsoring that support group for those people?"

"Yeah. What I heard is that the group asked the shrink we put in there to leave. But they still meet on Tuesday nights, and we still pay for the s.p.a.ce. As much as they were in the news, it's hard to forget them: Karras and the bartender's wife. The waiter's father. The pizza chef's best friend. Bet that's one happy group, right?"

"I ought to stop by one night and sit in with them. For a long time I thought I'd be intruding. And there was that other thing, too - I dreaded seeing those folks. I had the idea that they'd think maybe I could have done more that day -"

"You did plenty."

"I know, but that's what was goin' through my mind. How did Karras seem to you?"

"Quiet," said Boyle.

"Those people won't be right until we find the shooters." Jonas rubbed his cheek. "Maybe they'll never be right."

Boyle stood up and got into his raincoat. He slipped the envelope and photograph into the inside pocket. "You want me to get a watch put on your house for a while?"

"No, that's okay."

"Bill, you're still listed in the phone book, for Christ's sake. Better let me do that, just for grins."

"It's okay. Like you said, it's probably nothing. Didn't mean to overreact. But someone threatens your kid -"

"No problem. How's Christopher doin', by the way?"

"Real good. Studying to be a biologist."

"That's great. He's one tall kid, too. Bet he can jam a basketball without even thinking about it."

Jonas chuckled and shook his head.

"What's so funny?" asked Boyle.

"Nothin'. You just cost me ten bucks, is all."

"How's that?"

"Never mind. Listen, Dan... keep on it, hear?"

"Bet it," said Boyle.

The two of them shook hands. Boyle killed his beer, crushed the can, and set it on the living-room table.

Jonas got himself over to the window and watched Boyle amble down the sidewalk toward his car. Two teenage boys approached him, and Boyle opened his raincoat enough so that the b.u.t.t of his Python showed. The boys stepped off the sidewalk and let Boyle pa.s.s.

Stupid b.a.s.t.a.r.d, thought Jonas. Stupid, crazy b.a.s.t.a.r.d.

He needed a cop like Boyle now.

SIXTEEN.

DIMITRI KARRAS OPENED his eyes. He stared up at the bedroom ceiling and unballed his fists. He'd been trying to nap, but he'd flashed on Jimmy and knew then that he'd never get to sleep. Other people were startled into insomnia by thoughts of their own mortality. With Karras it was always the image of his little boy. his eyes. He stared up at the bedroom ceiling and unballed his fists. He'd been trying to nap, but he'd flashed on Jimmy and knew then that he'd never get to sleep. Other people were startled into insomnia by thoughts of their own mortality. With Karras it was always the image of his little boy.

He got out of bed and went to get something to drink.

His apartment on U Street, near 15th, was spa.r.s.ely furnished with his old Trauma Arms living-room furniture, moved from the rec room of his house in upper Northwest. From that house he'd also taken his clothing, his books and records, and his stereo. Nothing else. He'd left Lisa with everything the two of them had acc.u.mulated in the course of their marriage and found himself this apartment a year after Jimmy's death.

That he and Lisa wouldn't make it was almost predictable. He'd sworn to himself that he wouldn't blame her for what happened, though he couldn't stop thinking that if she'd kept up with Jimmy that day, stayed by his side.... That was the problem; he couldn't stop stop himself from thinking. And vocalizing those thoughts in the many horrible, unreasonable arguments that followed. himself from thinking. And vocalizing those thoughts in the many horrible, unreasonable arguments that followed.

Blame and guilt, said Lisa's shrink, the one who always seemed to take Lisa's side. Blame and guilt would kill their marriage if they let it. They let it, almost from the start. It wasn't long before the two of them were done.

When he moved to the apartment he thought it would be better, being away from Lisa, and especially being away from their house, where memories laughed at him in every room. But it wasn't much better in the apartment. It was only more quiet. So quiet sometimes that he'd catch himself speaking out loud. He'd check himself then because he knew that this kind of quiet could drive him mad.

Karras stood at the sink drinking water. He watched a roach crawl over the backsplash of the countertop and disappear. Jimmy would have called it a "woach." Just about everything he'd see or hear reminded him of Jimmy when he let it. Jimmy in death was a scream that was always in Karras's head.

Karras paced the apartment. He found himself sitting on the edge of his bed.

Sometimes he'd be sitting in his bedroom like this in the old house, and he'd hear Jimmy fall, and he'd hear him begin to sob. Jimmy would call, "Daddy!"and Karras would say, "I'm in the bedroom, son," and Jimmy would come in and run into his arms. Karras would hold him, rub his back, and kiss his head. Karras could still smell Jimmy's scalp, the peculiar mix of sweat and Johnson's shampoo.

Karras looked at the open entrance to his bedroom. He stared at the s.p.a.ce, but there was nothing, no one, there. After a while he looked away and saw his reflection in the dresser mirror. He noticed that he had been crying, and he wiped the tears from his face.

The meeting was tonight. He'd be with his friends. He'd lie down with Stephanie later on. Things would be much better tonight.

But that was a few hours away. He decided to take a shower and change his clothes. Maybe he'd go down to the Spot, sit at the bar, find someone to talk to. Kill some time.

Nick Stefanos was sitting at the bar of the Spot, having a bottle of beer when Karras stepped down off the landing. Karras slid onto the stool to Stefanos's right.

"Hey, Dimitri."

"Nick. What, you're hanging out here on your night off?"

"I'm never off. I worked this afternoon, something I'm doing for Elaine. I'm meeting my friend Alicia tonight, but I had a few hours to kill first. What about you?"

"I've got my group later on. I had some time to kill as well."

"Dimitri," said Mai, stepping up behind the bar in her Marine Corps T-s.h.i.+rt.

"Mai. Give me a ginger ale, please. From the bottle, not the gun."

Mai had an Abba CD playing on the house system. It bothered Stefanos that groups like Abba and the Carpenters were considered hip now. Stefanos figured that anything that blew the first time around still blew, period. Retro appreciation was nothing more than blind nostalgia.

"Hey, Mai," said Stefanos, "give us a break with this 'Dancing Queen' bulls.h.i.+t, huh?"

Mai set a gla.s.s of ginger ale on a bev nap in front of Karras. "My s.h.i.+ft, Nicky, my music."

She drifted away as Karras looked down the bar. A couple of neighborhood guys were arguing about what the Wizards "needed," and a plainclothes cop from the Prost.i.tution and Perversions division sat alone, sipping a red c.o.c.ktail.

"She's right, Nick. She ought to be able to play what she wants when she's behind the bar. Besides, none of the customers seem to mind."

"Helen Keller would notice more than those guys," said Stefanos.

"In the kitchen it's the same way. Everybody arguing over what's coming out of the boom box. What they did back there was, each person got their own time slot to listen to whatever they want."

"Yeah, I know. Maria gets her half hour right after the rush."

"The thing is, what I noticed, the Spanish station she likes plays one song during that period and the rest is news. So she gets ripped off."

"Sounds like you been thinking about work a lot, Dimitri."

"I just noticed it, is all."

Stefanos signaled Mai for another beer. She served it, and he lit a cigarette.

"Phil tells me you're catching on," said Stefanos. "I know from the s.h.i.+fts you and I have pulled together, the food's coming out pretty fast."

"Thanks," said Karras. "And thanks for hooking me up. It's been good for me, man."

"Yeah, this place gets under your skin."

Karras looked through the reach-through at the end of the bar. Ramon was in the kitchen, trying out a spin-kick on Darnell. Darnell stepped away from it and laughed.

"Me and Darnell," said Karras, "we had a talk. It wasn't any big thing. I get the feeling we're going to get along all right."

"You're doing a good job. He's not the type to hold a grudge. It's like I told you, he's a man."

"That guy could do more if someone took him under their wing. He could open his own little place if someone showed him how."

"No one's ever taken that much interest in him, I guess."

Karras watched Stefanos close his eyes lovingly as he took a long swallow of beer.

"I met Dan Boyle today," said Karras.

"Uh-huh. He was curious about you. You know, twenty-four and seven a cop and all that."

"He says his uncle was boyhood friends with my father."

"Yeah. He claims his uncle used to drink coffee in my grandfather's lunch counter, too, when his uncle was walking a beat. My papou papou never mentioned him, but it makes sense, I guess." never mentioned him, but it makes sense, I guess."

"Strange guy, Boyle."

"Not really. He's not too hard to figure out."

"You know him pretty well?"

Stefanos. .h.i.t his cigarette. "Me and Boyle have a history together."

Karras looked into his gla.s.s. "He knew about my son."

"Not surprising. He's Homicide."

"Maybe he knows what's happening. The progress, I mean, with the investigation."

"Don't think about it. Getting on the wrong side of Boyle can hurt you. But so can being his friend. My advice is to keep your distance." Stefanos crushed out his cigarette. "Just stay away."

"Maybe you can ask him what's going on for me."

"Sure. I'll ask him."

Karras thought of the pa.s.sage of time, looking Stefanos over. "I remember the first time I met you. You were a kid. A stock boy at that place on Connecticut."

"Nutty Nathan's."

"How'd you get from there to here?"

"You want the condensed version of twenty-two years?" Stefanos flicked ash off his smoke. "I got married, moved up through the ranks at Nathan's, and became a 'retail executive.' Then I got divorced and blew up my career when I stumbled into investigative work. I walked into this bar one day, and here I am."

"You're just working for the Fifth Streeters now?"

"Not anyone but Elaine. The private cop business wasn't for me. Too many things happened." Stefanos rubbed his nose. "What about you? You were some unemployed, post-hippie pot dealer when I met you. And I seem to remember you turning me on to some high-octane flake in the bathroom at a Scream concert one night back in, h.e.l.l, when was it?"

"Eighty-six. That's right. I was all of those things. Directionless, I guess, is the best word to describe who I was. Then I met Lisa while I was cleaning myself up. We had Jimmy.... s.h.i.+t, man, everything was different after that. I never even had the slightest desire to get f.u.c.ked up ever again, from the day he came to us. It's like, he was born and I was re reborn, that make sense? Everything changed." A tightness entered Karras's face.

"Don't talk about it, Dimitri," said Stefanos. "You don't have to, okay?"

Karras nodded. "Okay. I know where that goes, and it's never good. Thanks."

They sat there for another hour. Stefanos had another beer and a shot of Grand-Dad to keep the beer company. Karras, who knew too well the rituals involved in getting high, had been noticing Stefanos romance the alcohol. He watched him kill his beer and knew he would automatically signal Mai for another.

"Hold up," said Karras, putting a hand on Stefanos's bicep. "Don't order another beer."

"What are you talking about, man? I've got another hour and a half before I meet Alicia."