10 Ten Big Ones (18 page)

1 was sulking. '

'Good thing you're cute when you sulk. What's the plan?'

`I'll visit the mother and apply some pressure. I'll pass whatever information I get on to you, and you can do the takedown. '

Ten

Anton Ward's girlfriend, Lauralene Taylor, lived at home with her mother on Hancock Street. I wanted to question the

Taylors, and I thought it was best to do it alone. Less threatening that way, and I didn't think I'd need help. This was basically a fishing trip in a neighborhood that was hard times but not in the red zone on the danger meter.

Houses were small, in varying degrees of disrepair, and largely multiple family. The population was ethnically mixed. The economy was a hair above desperate. Mostly the inhabitants were working poor.

I drove past Francine Taylors house, didn't see any activity, and decided it was safe to approach. I parked the Lincoln a couple houses away, locked up, and walked back.

The Taylor house was better than most in the neighborhood.

The exterior was a faded lime green, halfway between bare wood and fresh paint. Shades looked inexpensive, but had been neatly raised to the same level on all windows. The small porch was covered with green indoor-outdoor carpet. Porch furnishings consisted of a rusted metal folding chair and a large glass ashtray filled with butts.

I hesitated a moment, listening before knocking. I didn't hear any yelling behind the closed door, no gunshots, no big dog snarling. Just the muffled hum of a television. So far, so good. I rapped once and waited. I rapped a second time.

A very pregnant kid opened the door. She was a couple inches shorter than me, dressed in pink sweats not designed for maternity.

Her face was round and smooth with baby fat. Her hair had been straightened and bleached honey blond. Her skin was dark, but her eyes had an Asian tilt. Much too pretty for Anton Ward, and much too young to be pregnant.

'Yeah?' she said.

'Lauralene Taylor?'

'You're either a cop or social services, ' she said. 'And we don't want none. '

She tried to close the door, but my foot was in the way.

'I represent Anton's bond agent. Is Anton here?'

'If Anton was here, you'd be dead. '

'Yeah, like that's gonna happen. '

Tour mother used this house as collateral. If Anton doesn't show up for court your mother will lose her house. '

'Anton will take care of us. '

Mrs Taylor came to the door, and I introduced myself.

'I have nothing to say to you, ' Francine Taylor said. 'You're talking about the father of my unborn grandchild. You need to take this up with him. '

'You signed the bond document, ' I said. 'You used your house as collateral. If Anton doesn't show up for court you'll lose this house. '

'He won't let that happen, ' Francine said. 'He has connections. '

'He has no connections, ' I said. 'If he stays in the area we'll catch him, and he'll go to jail. His only other option is to run. And if he runs, he's not going to take a pregnant woman with him. And he's not going to care if you keep this house. You'll be on the street with nothing. '

It was the truth. And I could see that Francine knew it. She wasn't as dumb as her kid.

'I knew I shouldn't have put the house up for him, ' Francine said. 'It was just I wanted him to turn out good for Lauralene. '

This dump isn't worth nothing anyway, ' Lauralene said.

'I work hard to make my payments on this house, ' Francine said.

'It's a roof over your head. And it's gonna be the only roof over your baby's head. And I'm not losing it for no worthless Anton Ward. '

'It don't matter what anyone thinks, ' Lauralene said. I'm not giving up Anton, and there's nothing you can do about it. He's gonna marry me. And he's gonna take me out of this hole. We got plans. '

I gave Francine my card and asked her to call if she had information on Ward. I wished Lauralene luck with the baby, and she told me to kiss her ass. I try not to be judgmental, but it was a little frightening that Lauralene Taylor and Anton Ward were reproducing.

I returned to the Lincoln and sat there awhile, watching the

Taylor house. I'd had a bowl of rabbit food for breakfast and nothing for lunch. I was starving and there was no food in the

Lincoln. No Krispy Kremes, no Big Mac, no supersize fries.

I had two new skips, but I wasn't motivated to find them. And

I was still watching the Taylor house at four o'clock. I was bored out of my mind and hungry enough to eat the upholstery. I called

Lula, told her I was on Hancock, and asked her to bring me something nonfattening to eat.

Five minutes later, the Firebird pulled to the curb behind me, and Lula got out. 'What's happening?' she asked, handing over a brown paper lunch bag. 'Did I miss anything?'

I'm hanging out to see if Lauralene has a date tonight. '

I looked in the bag. It contained a bottle of water and a hard-boiled egg.

'You gotta stay away from the carbs, ' Lula said. That's how I lost all my weight. I went on that protein diet. Then I sort of fell off the wagon and gained all the weight back, but it was still my favorite diet, except for the time I ate two pounds of bacon and threw up. '

I ate the egg and drank the water. I thought about eating the bag, but I was worried it was carbohydrate.

`I guess I should stay with you in case something dangerous happens, and you need someone to squish somebody, ' Lula said.

I looked over at her. 'Nothing better to do?'

'Not a damn thing. I'm between men right now. And there's nothing on television worth watching. ' She pulled a deck of cards out of her purse. 'I figured we could play rummy. '

At six o'clock Lula said she had to have a bathroom break. She took off in the Firebird, and she returned a half hour later with powdered sugar on her shirt.

That's really rotten, ' I said. 'You've got a lot of nerve sneaking out to get food and not bringing any back for me. '

'You're on a diet. '

'It's not the starvation diet!'

'Well, I was going to stop home to use the bathroom, and then I thought why not use the bathroom at Dunkin' Donuts? And then I couldn't very well use their bathroom without buying some doughnuts. That'd be rude, right?'

I gave her an Italian hand signal that didn't mean left turn.

'Boy, you get cranky when you don't get a doughnut, ' Lula said.

A little over an hour later, streetlights were on, and Hancock

Street was settled in for the night. Lula and I couldn't play cards in the dark, so we were passing the time with twenty questions.

'She's got news for Anton, and I'm betting she's going to use it to make him come see her. '

Just then, the Taylors' front door opened and Lauralene stepped out.

'You're pretty smart, ' Lula said. 'You're always thinking. You know all about manipulative female shit. '

Lauralene looked right and left, and Lula and I froze. We were just a couple houses down. Easily in sight. Fortunately, we weren't under a streetlight, and Lauralene didn't appear to have picked us out. She was wearing the same pink sweat suit. She wasn't carrying a purse. She set off down the street, walking away from us.

'She's going to meet him, ' Lula said. 'And she don't want her mama to know. '

Lauralene turned the corner, and I started the car engine. I left my headlights off, and I carefully followed after Lauralene. She walked two blocks and got into the back seat of a parked car. The car was in shadow, hard to tell the make, impossible to see the occupants at this distance. It looked to be a compact, possibly dark green.

I stopped several houses back and idled at the curb. There were no cars parked between Lauralene and me.

'We're sort of exposed, sitting here like this, ' Lula said. 'She could turn around and see us. '

I agreed, but I didn't want to drive past Lauralene and risk having her recognize me. Better to take our chances being parked in the dark.

After a short time, the car in front of us started to rock.

'Look at this, ' Lula said. 'She's seven months pregnant, and they're doing the nasty in the back seat of a friggin' compact. They didn't even bother to go out of the neighborhood. '

They must have been in a hurry, ' I said.

'Well, excuse me, but I think that's tacky. He could at least of had the courtesy to steal something with a bigger back seat. This here's a pregnant woman he's slippin' it to. I mean how much effort does it take to find a Cadillac? All those old people over in Hamilton

Township got Caddies. Those cars are just sitting around waiting to get stolen. '

'He's doing more than slippin', ' I said. 'I've never seen a car rock like that. '

'He's gonna ruin the shocks if he keeps this up. '

Some loud groaning sounds carried back to us, and Lula and I rolled our windows down so we could hear better.

'Either he's real good or else she's going into labor, ' Lula said.

She leaned forward and squinted. 'Am I looking at a moon? What the hell is he doing? How'd he get his ass plastered against the rear window like that?'

'Maybe we should go get him before he finishes up, ' Lula said.

'It'll be easier to get the cuffs on him when he's got a boner and can't move real fast. '

Lula was probably right, but I couldn't see myself slapping cuffs on Anton Ward while his flag was flying. Last month Morelli and I rented a porno flick, and there was some boinking in it. And okay, so it was fun in a car-crash kind of way. But that was film, and this is Anton Ward in the flesh, rocking the car with pregnant

Lauralene Taylor. Yikes. I was as close as I wanted to get.

'Uh oh, ' Lula said. The car's stopped rocking. '

We stuck our heads out and listened. Quiet.

'He don't impress me as being the type to stick around, ' Lula said.

We jumped out of the Lincoln and scurried up to Ward's car. I had cuffs shoved into the waistband of my jeans, and I was holding

Ranger's Maglite in one hand and pepper spray in the other. Lula was fumbling in her purse, looking for her gun as she ran.

I took a deep breath, prayed to God that Anton and Lauralene had their clothes on, and flashed the Maglite into the car interior.

'What the fuck?' Anton Ward said, bare ass gleaming under the

Maglite.

'Oops, ' I said. 'Sorry, I thought you were done. '

'Guess they must have been changing positions, ' Lula said, looking into the car.

'You fat cow, ' Ward yelled at Lauralene. 'You set me up. ' And he punched her in the face.

I dropped the Maglite and the spray, and reached into the car to secure Ward, but he was a man in motion, and I only succeeded in grabbing his pants. He wriggled out of the pants, hurled himself out of the opposite side of the car, and took off running.

I ran after him, down the street to the corner. He turned the corner and kept going. He was younger and probably in better shape than me, but he was running buck naked with the exception of socks. I figured eventually the socks were going to slow him down, not to mention the outdoor plumbing swinging in the breeze.

I could hear Lula pounding the pavement half a block back.

Nice to know someone was slower than me.

He wasn't a real big guy, but he was a nasty fighter. We rolled around on the ground, swearing and clawing. Turns out it's not that easy to grab hold of a naked guy. Not that I was feeling fussy about where to grab, mostly I just couldn't get a grip on anything. He caught me with a knee to the stomach, and I rolled off him in a rush of pain.

'Stand clear, ' Lula yelled. 'I've got him!' And Lula fell on top of

Anton Ward, doing a perfect repeat of Roger Banker.

There was a woof of air that got squished out of Anton Ward's body when Lula made contact, and then Ward didn't move. He was on his back, spread-eagled, eyes open and fixed.

Lula toed him. 'You aren't dead, are you?'

Ward blinked.

'He isn't dead, ' Lula said. 'Too bad, hunh?'

I cuffed him, and Lula and I hauled him to his feet.

'Guess we don't have to search him for weapons, ' Lula said.

That's a big advantage to chasing down a naked guy. '

'Come on, ' I said to Ward. We're going back to the car. '

`I'M not going nowhere, ' he said.

'Don't mess with me, ' I told him. I've only had an egg to eat today, and I'm feeling really vicious. '

'Not only that, but I wouldn't mind having a reason to sit on you again, ' Lula said. `I'm working at perfecting my technique. That was my new special move. I'm even going to give it a name. You know how the Rock has all them wrestling moves like the People's

Elbow and the Rock Bottom? I'm gonna call mine the Lula Bootie

Bomb. '

Ward did some mumbling and started walking. 'You're as good as dead, ' he said to me.

'We're so scared, we're shaking, ' Lula said. 'Look at me. I'm shaking. We're getting threatened by some ugly-ass naked guy. You think we're scared of you? You can't even keep your baggy-ass clothes on. '

'You mess with me, and you mess with the Nation, ' Ward said.

We turned the corner, and I could see the Lincoln at the curb, but no Ward car.

'Fuck, ' Ward said. 'That cow took off with my car. '

No big disaster, except his clothes were in the car. Lula and I both looked at Ward.

'He isn't going in my Firebird like this, ' Lula said. `I'm not sitting his nasty bare ass on my Firebird seat. '

I didn't want his bare ass on my upholstery, either. I wasn't in love with the Lincoln, but it was all I had right now.

`I'll call Morelli, ' I said. 'They can come pick him up. '

'You have Ward in cuffs?' Morelli said, after a deadly pause.

'Yeah, and I thought you could come get him. '

'You were supposed to call me for the takedown. '

`I forgot. It happened kind of fast. You know, took me by surprise. '

Ten minutes later, two squad cars pulled up. Robin Russell got out of the first car and walked over to me.

'Oh man, ' she said, 'he's naked. I'm not getting paid enough for this job. '

'Wasn't our fault he's naked, ' Lula said. 'We caught him in the act. He was in the back seat of a Hyundai, humping like a big dog. '

Carl Costanza followed Russell. He checked Ward out and grinned at me. 'You want to tell me the details?'

'No, ' I said. 'You're going to have to make them up as you go. '

'Joe's gonna love this, ' Costanza said.

'Where is he?'

'He's waiting at the station. He was afraid he'd be up for homicide if he didn't calm down before he saw you. '

Robin slung a friendly arm around Costanza's shoulders. 'I have a real big favor to ask