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Authors: Walter Mosley
different people’s garages. When I got this place I brought ’em here.”
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I sat at the table. Jackson snaked into his schoolboy’s desk.
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“You got what I wanted?” I asked him.
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“That depends.”
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“On what?”
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“You know the rent ovah here in the white world ain’t cheap.”
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“Listen here, Jackson. I ain’t playin’ wit’ you. You try’n get over 25
on me an’ you will end up bein’ the one payin’.”
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Jackson wasn’t worried. He’d known me for more than twenty 27
years. I’d never laid a hand on him in that time and wasn’t likely to 28
start.
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“I need to know a few things before I tell you what’s what,” he said.
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“Yeah, all right. What is it?”
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“First, how did you find where I live at? I thought about what you
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told me on the phone and I just don’t believe John would’a had my 1
address.”
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“Charlene Lorraine told me.”
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“How much you have to give her for that?”
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“Twenty dollars.”
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“That’s all?”
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“Yeah. I gave her twenty and asked her had she seen you, and she 7
said not much lately but the last she knew you were livin’ down on 8
Ozone.”
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“Prob’ly just jealous ’cause I let her ride,” Jackson said, trying to 10
shore up his pride.
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“What else?” I asked.
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“How much you gettin’ paid to get what I know?”
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“A family dinner for me and Bonnie and the kids.”
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“You cain’t kid a kidder, man,” Jackson whined. “Naw, brother.
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You cain’t fool me.”
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“Jackson, why would I lie to you?”
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“To keep all the loot for yourself, that’s why.”
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“What loot?”
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“You askin’ ’bout the First Men, right?”
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“Yeah.”
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Jackson was a man in his forties but he had the body of a boy. He 22
shifted sideways in the constrictive desk and pulled his right knee up 23
to his chin and smiled. He was the Cheshire Cat.
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“They plannin’ a revolution,” Jackson said.
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“So? What else is new? Must be half a dozen groups talkin’ that 26
shit. But even if it was real, guns and bullets not your kinda loot.”
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“But the money to buy ’em is,” Jackson said with a grin.
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All the information I’d brought together since meeting with 29
John floated through my head: the dead man, his girlfriend, Brawly S 30
and Alva and Clarissa, even the police breaking down the walls.
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“What you talkin’ ’bout, Jackson?”
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“Bread and bullets, baby. Bread and bullets.”
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Jackson was a great intellect but he had a petty soul. Bread and 4
bullets, blood and bravery — it was all just money to him.
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“What are you talkin’ about?” I asked.
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“I don’t know,” Jackson said. “But I hear that them boys is plan-7
nin’ somethin’ big, really big. In order to do somethin’ on a grand 8
scale, they got to have some money comin’ in from somewhere.
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That’s what my information tells me.”
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“Who you been talkin’ to?”
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“Why you wanna know about these men?”
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I told Jackson about John and Alva asking me to find Brawly.
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“That’s it?” he asked when I had finished.
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“That’s all, baby,” I said.
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“So you ain’t have nuthin’ to do with the money?”
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“In the first place, this money is just you supposin’,” I said. “And 17
even if you were right, you know me, Blue. I’m not a robber or a 18
thief.”
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“But you an’ Mouse was friends,” he said in way of argument.
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“What the hell does Mouse have to do with anything?” It made 21
me angry just to hear his name.
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“Mouse did some robbin’ in his time,” Jackson said. “One time 23
they say he took off on a Sunday, drove all the way to Kansas City, 24
Missouri, robbed a bank, and was back down Watts by Friday night.”
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“Ain’t you scared to be talkin’ about Raymond’s business like 26
that?” I asked.
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“Why should I be scared? He’s dead.”
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“You know anybody went to the funeral?” I asked.
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Jackson’s smooth brow crinkled. “No.”
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“So why do you think he’s dead?”
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“You said you saw him laid out.” Jackson began stuttering, “And . . .
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and . . . and Martha Rimes said that he was dead in the hospital bed 2
before . . . before . . .”
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“She said that he didn’t have a pulse. You know she was feeling 4
with her fingers. Sometimes a pulse is so weak that a finger cain’t 5
feel it.”
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It was a pleasure to see Jackson’s eyes widen in fear. He knew bet-7
ter than to air a man’s business the way he was talking about Mouse.
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“I’m sorry,” he said. “Don’t tell nobody, okay, Ease?”
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“You the one need to learn to keep his mouth shut,” I said.
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We had a moment of silence. Jackson was staring at our reflec-11
tion in the glass door, looking for vengeful ghosts beyond the pane.
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“You hear anything useful about Brawly?” I asked then.
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“He got a girlfriend live on Grand.”
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“Byron, you mean.”
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“No,” Jackson said. “I know what I mean, and I mean Grand Av-16
enue up near Sunset.”
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“You got a number?”
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“You sure you not after some fortune, Easy?”
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“What got that bug up your butt?”
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“Aldridge A. Brown,” Jackson said. “That’s what.”
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“What about him?”
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“They say that thirteen years ago Aldridge and a partner robbed 23
a bank downtown. The partner got killed but Aldridge got away.”
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My mind froze up but I kept talking to keep Jackson from getting 25
too inquisitive.
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“Aldridge is dead, man. And if he was a bank robber, he wouldn’t 27
have anything to do with some political group. People like that rob 28
banks for profit, not democracy.”
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“People change.”
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“Not you,” I said. “Now, you got a number on this girlfriend?”
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He gave me the address. But he didn’t have a name or an apart-3
ment number.
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“I was lucky to get that,” he said when I complained.
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Instead of going directly to my car, I walked the short block down 6
to the beach. Santa Monica still had the feel of a small town in ’64.
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Wooden buildings painted in primary colors, small storefronts that 8
specialized in trinkets made from seashells.
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The moon was hidden from sight by a large cloud, but its light 10
still fell on waters many miles from the shore. That far-off light was 11
like a marooned sailor’s hopes — faraway and nearly impossible.
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/ I DIDN’T GET TO SLEEP
until five. I dreamt of 1
a dead man who took turns being Mouse and
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Aldridge, Brawly Brown and his inhuman strength, and a revolution 3
in the streets of Los Angeles.
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I woke up at seven-thirty and called in sick to work.
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“Tell Newgate that I got that bug,” I said to Priscilla Howe, his 6
sixth secretary in two and a half years.
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“You bet, Mr. Rawlins,” she said. “I hope you feel better.”
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After that I got the kids out of bed. Jesus helped Feather dress for 9
school and I made breakfast. It was lonely without Bonnie, but the 10
children and I had a rhythm of life that worked perfectly.
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“Where’d you go last night, Daddy?” Feather asked me.
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“To see Jackson Blue,” I said.
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“Did he give you my money?” Jesus asked.
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“He said that he’d have it in a few days.”
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“Jackson Blue is funny,” Feather exclaimed, and then she started 2
giggling.
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Before she was finished we were all laughing and spilling our 4
juice.
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Jesus walked Feather to school and I went back to bed.
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In the dream I was sitting in a bar when Raymond walked in.
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“What’s wrong, Easy?” he asked me.
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“It’s John,” I said. “He wants me to save his girlfriend’s boy, but 9
the kid’s in too deep.”
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“Kill him,” Mouse said.
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“Kill who?”
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“The boy. Shoot him. Tell John you don’t know what happened.
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Get it over quick, so him and his woman can start to heal.”
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Raymond turned to walk away.
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“Ray.”
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“Yeah?”
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“I’m sorry, man. Sorry I let you down.”
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“You let me die,” he said, correcting me. “You let me die.”
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The anguish I felt was like a grease burn; it started out painful 20
enough but then it dug deep.
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was a relief, a lifeline thrown out to me from some unknowing stranger. I climbed out of bed and stumbled to 25
the door in only my boxer shorts.
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The white man standing there wore a suit that could have been 27
handed out at the Salvation Army. He was on the short side with 28
light green eyes and curly hair that defied my color sense. It could 29
have been red or gold or brown, depending on how you looked at it.
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“Mr. Rawlins?”
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“Yeah?”
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He produced a ratty, worn-out wallet displaying an identity card 1
and a badge.
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“Detective Knorr,” he said. “Can I come in?”
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There were many things wrong with Knorr showing up on my 4
doorstep. Not only was he shabby beyond anything I’d ever seen on 5
Chief Parker’s police force, but he was also alone. The L.A. police 6
didn’t travel solo. Or if they did, it was because they were on some 7
clandestine assignment. And even if that made sense, what could he 8
possibly have wanted with me? I was a senior custodian at a public 9
junior high school. I was a homeowner, a taxpayer. I had just been 10
sleeping in my bed, innocent of any crime.
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sent Officer Knorr away. But he saved me from the total despair of 13
my dream and I was grateful for that.
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“Do I have to get dressed?” I asked him.
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“Not for me.”
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I swung the door wide and stepped back for the policeman to 17
enter.
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“Excuse me,” I said. “I just got up. I got to hit the head.”
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I came back wearing a bathrobe and house slippers. Knorr was 20
sitting in my reclining chair.
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“Feel better?” he asked.
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“What can I do for you, Officer?”
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Knorr sat at the edge of the comfortable chair. He had a medium 24
build with small hands and thick eyebrows. The eyebrows were the 25
same color as the hair on his head, only darker.
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“The police department and the city of Los Angeles need your 27
help, Mr. Rawlins.”
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“You want some coffee?” I replied.
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of milk and one sugar.”
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I went to the kitchen and he followed me.
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“Why aren’t you at work today if you don’t mind me asking?” he 3
asked.
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“Hard weekend,” I said while filling the kettle from the faucet.
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“Parties?” His smile had no warmth or humor to it.