Authors: Daniel Boyd
Easy Death
Contents
Chapter 1: The Night Before the Robbery
Chapter 2: One Hour and Forty Minutes After the Robbery
Chapter 3: Ninety Minutes Before the Robbery
Chapter 4: Two Hours After the Robbery
Chapter 5: Thirty-Five Minutes Before the Robbery
Chapter 6: Ten Minutes Before the Robbery
Chapter 7: Two Hours and Fifteen Minutes After the Robbery
Chapter 9: Two Hours and Twenty Minutes After the Robbery
Chapter 11: Thirty Minutes After the Robbery
Chapter 12: Two Hours and Fifty Minutes After the Robbery
Chapter 15: Three Hours and Thirty Minutes After the Robbery
Chapter 16: Ninety Minutes After the Robbery
Chapter 17: Three Hours and Twenty-Five Minutes After the Robbery
Chapter 18: Thirty Minutes After the Robbery
Chapter 19: Three Hours and Fifteen Minutes After the Robbery
Chapter 21: Three Hours and Forty-Five Minutes After the Robbery
Chapter 22: Three Hours and Fifty-Five Minutes After the Robbery
Chapter 23: Three Hours and Fifty-Eight Minutes After the Robbery
Chapter 24: Four Hours and Twelve Minutes After the Robbery
Chapter 25: Six Hours After the Robbery
Chapter 26: Four Hours and Twenty Minutes After the Robbery
Chapter 27: Four Hours and Thirty Minutes After the Robbery
Chapter 28: Four Hours and Thirty-Eight Minutes After the Robbery
Chapter 29: Four Hours and Fifty Minutes After the Robbery
Chapter 30: Five Hours and Twelve Minutes After the Robbery
Chapter 31: Five Hours and Twenty Minutes After the Robbery
Chapter 32: Five Hours and Thirty-Two Minutes After the Robbery
Chapter 33: Five Hours and Forty-Seven Minutes After the Robbery
Chapter 34: Six Hours and Fifteen Minutes After the Robbery
Chapter 35: Seven Hours After the Robbery
Chapter 36: Seven Hours and Thirty Minutes After the Robbery
Chapter 37: Eight Hours and Thirty Minutes After the Robbery
Chapter 38: Eight Hours and Forty-Five Minutes After the Robbery
Chapter 39: Nine Hours After the Robbery
Chapter 40: Nine Hours and Twenty Minutes After the Robbery
Chapter 41: Ten Hours After the Robbery
Chapter 42: Ten Hours After the Robbery
Chapter 43: Ten Hours and Thirty Minutes After the Robbery
Chapter 44: Ten Hours and Thirty-Five Minutes After the Robbery
Chapter 45: Ten Hours and Thirty-Five Minutes After the Robbery
Chapter 46: Ten Hours and Forty-Eight Minutes After the Robbery
Chapter 47: Ten Hours and Fifty Minutes After the Robbery
Chapter 48: Thirty Years After the Robbery
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She hugged him, strong and soft at the same time, and tried to will some heat from her body into his. “Can you get up?”
“Got to—” He struggled. Got one cold, unfeeling leg under him and made it push. Helen steadied him and he got the other one where he wanted it. She pulled and steadied him some more till he was something like standing up.
“—got to kill that bastard Healey,” he finished.
“Don’t talk crazy,” Helen said, “you’re going to the hospital.”
“Can’t afford no hospital,” he said. “Got to kill him.”
“We’ll go to the clinic on Fourth.” She was motherly again. “We want to get you well. For Christmas. For the kids.”
“Ain’t going to Christmas.” His voice was flat and cold now, almost as cold as his hands. “Just don’t plan on going that far. And I ain’t going to no clinic. Gonna get me a gun and kill him…”
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For Kathy
This could be true for all I know.
A few years back I was cleaning out some old newspapers from the back room of a dead business—one of those mom-and-pop places that stays there for years, more from force of habit than for any profit involved. The newspapers were all from some small town I never heard of, and they dated back to when every little burg had its own newspaper, a radio station, two movie houses and a big marble Carnegie Library.
All of these papers were from right after Christmas of 1951, and they featured articles about the big blizzard of that year, the one that dumped a ton of snow all across the Northeast U.S., some places more than three feet in a single day. The paper said it hadn’t kept Santa from coming, and the local businesses were doing all right, but Bud Sweeney’s Used Cars was closed till New Year’s in observance of the holidays.
There was also an article about putting up a monument to honor a park ranger who was killed in the line of duty—the editor seemed to think it was a great notion.
And down at the bottom of the page was a short piece that said the police had issued warrants for two local men in the armored car robbery of almost a week ago. There were pictures of them that looked like mug shots, one of them African American (but that’s not what the paper called him, not back in 1951) and the other white, and the headline said
SALT-AND-PEPPER TEAM SOUGHT IN ROBBERY
.
Further down in that stack of papers was another paper, from a few months later, with the same picture and a headline,
PAIR FOUND DEAD
.
Just thought I’d mention it.
The Night Before the Robbery
December 19, 1951
11:12 PM
Walter and Eddie
“The way I see it,” Eddie looked out the passenger window into the night and took a last drag on his cigarette, exhaling smoke not much whiter than his too-pale face, “a job like this one tomorrow, you either go in and kill everybody first thing, or else you gotta sell them the idea of getting robbed.”
“Yeah?” The man driving the ice truck shifted his big black hands easily on the steering wheel.
“Yup, and this what we’re doing now is softening up what they call the sales resistance.”
Behind the wheel, Walter peered out into the uncertain dark beyond his headlights, not really listening. “You figure?”
“Yeah, same as Mort and Slimmy on the tree tomorrow. Just doing our best to make for an easy sale.”
Walter wanted to say something in polite agreement, but all he could think of was, “You know, I kind of wish I brought my gun.”
Eddie crushed out a cigarette in the ashtray and looked at him with the edgy patience the State gives free to its long-term guests in recognition of their achievements. “You don’t got one?”
“Brother Sweetie said he ain’t for anybody to get killed this close to Christmas. Said it’s bad for the job coming down, somebody get shot.”
“Brother Sweetie, he thinks things a long ways out.” Eddie looked out at the dim-lit streets as they passed. “Someone gets shot tonight, then tomorrow it’s all over the news and everybody gets to looking over his shoulder and watching things close, and maybe they look twice at something more than it’s good for us.”
“Yeah, I guess.” Walter sounded unconvinced. “I figured he just thought it was bad luck to kill somebody this close to Christmas.”
“Could be it is,” Eddie reflected, “but it’s for sure bad luck to get yourself took dead this close to Christmas too, and you got a right to be worried about traveling light.” He reached into his jacket and got the comfortable feel you can only get from having a Colt .38 Police Special tucked inside. “Does somebody see you out here this late, they see you driving this truck, maybe they figure you to be carrying money; they could stick a gun in your ribs, and that wouldn’t do us no good either.”
“That’s facts.”
“So I figure Brother Sweetie, he’s a selfish sunuvabitch sending you out with no heat on a night like this.”
“And that’s facts too.” The black man turned the truck carefully into an alley, looking to each side and checking his mirrors for any sign of something moving.
Nothing.
“You know he’s got two cars?” he asked. “What’s a man want with two cars when you can’t drive only one at a time?”
“I better know it,” Eddie said, “he puts me to greasing one or the other does he see me slow down at the garage any. And one of them a brand-new Hudson Hornet. Put him back more than a grand-and-a-half, he said.” He looked out his own window as he spoke, scanning the streets on that side.
Nothing.
“Well you done good with this here truck,” Walter said. “Can’t nobody hear us coming nohow.”
“Maybe too good.” Eddie felt in his shirt pocket for a cigarette, remembered he didn’t have time for it and fingered the top of the pack wistfully. “It don’t really sound like a ’36 Harvester oughta sound. Maybe just too quiet. Somebody sees an old piece like this moving so quiet, maybe gets to thinking about it too much.”
“Could be you’re just worrying yourself at it.” The driver wrinkled his heavy brow thoughtfully. “Me, I like to drive quiet like this. You getting out here?”