right on Cambridge Street. At eleven-fifty he parked the LTD beside a hydrant on Sheridan Street in Brighton and shut the ignition off.
“All right,” he said, “it’s the third brick one down there on the left.”
“The one with the yellow Chev,” Barry said.
“The next one,” Steve said.
“No driveway,” Barry said.
“Right,” Steve said. “Cheap bastard parks on the street.”
At nine minutes past midnight the Cadillac moved slowly by the LTD. Steve and Barry eased down on the seats.
At twenty minutes past twelve the Cadillac moved slowly past the LTD. Steve said: “If he comes by once more I’m gonna move and give him this place.”
At twelve thirty-five, Trattman walked up Sheridan Street, approaching the LTD from the rear, on the same side of the street. When he got to the rear bumper of the LTD, Steve said: “Now.”
Barry and Steve got out of the LTD. Barry said: “Right there.”
Trattman stopped. He frowned. He said: “You guys, you guys …”
Steve pointed a thirty-eight Chiefs Special, two-inch barrel, at Trattman. He said: “Get inna car, Markie.”
Trattman said: “You, I haven’t got no money on me, you guys. I don’t, you guys, I haven’t got no money or anything.”
Barry said: “Get inna fuckin’ car, Markie.” He walked up to Trattman and took him by the right elbow. Trattman resisted slightly. “The car,” Barry said, “you got to get inna fuckin’ car, Markie. You’re
gonna
get inna car and you
know
you’re gonna get inna car, so get inna
car
, for Christ sake.”
Trattman walked slowly toward the car. He looked toward Steve. Steve held the revolver steady. Trattman said: “Steve, you guys, I didn’t do nothing.”
Steve said: “Barry, put him inna back and get in with him.”
Barry pushed Trattman slightly. Trattman said: “I mean it. I didn’t do anything.”
Barry said: “Markie, we’re gonna have all kinds of time to talk about things. Just get inna car, all right?”
Trattman bent and entered the car. He got into the back. Steve slid in on the driver’s side and shut the door. He turned in the seat and pointed the revolver at Trattman. Barry got in and managed to close the passenger door from the back seat. Steve handed the revolver to Barry. Trattman said: “Why’re you guys doing this?”
Steve started the LTD.
“I could, I could do something, you know,” Trattman said. “You guys’re gonna do something to me, I know some guys and I know the right, I know where to call. You guys oughta think about that.”
“You maybe already did something,” Barry said. “Maybe that’s why you’re here, because you did something.”
“I didn’t do nothing,” Trattman said.
“Well,” Steve said. “Then, you’re all right, Markie.”
“You got nothing to worry about,” Barry said.
Steve turned the LTD right on Commonwealth Avenue. He turned left off Commonwealth Avenue onto Chestnut Hill Drive. He took the left fork onto St. Thomas More Drive and the right turn onto Beacon Street.
Trattman said: “You guys know me. Why’re you guys doing something like this? I thought, you’re doing all right, Steve, for Christ sake. Why’re you doing this?”
“A guy, some guys asked me to talk to you,” Steve said. “I said I’d talk to you. You know, Markie, talk? Didn’t you used to have me and Barry around in case you wanted us to talk to somebody?”
“Sure,” Trattman said. “That’s why I can’t understand this, why you guys’re doing this to me.”
“Because,” Steve said, “for the same reason, we used to do things when you wanted us to. Only this time, we’re doing it for somebody else.”
Steve took the left at Hammond Street and turned right off Hammond into the parking lot behind the Chestnut Hill shopping center on Route 9. He stopped the LTD in the shadows behind R. H. Steams’.
Steve got out of the car and unlatched the seatback on the driver’s side.
Trattman looked at Barry. Barry pointed the revolver
“All right,” he said, “it’s the third brick one down there on the left.”
“The one with the yellow Chev,” Barry said.
“The next one,” Steve said.
“No driveway,” Barry said.
“Right,” Steve said. “Cheap bastard parks on the street.”
At nine minutes past midnight the Cadillac moved slowly by the LTD. Steve and Barry eased down on the seats.
At twenty minutes past twelve the Cadillac moved slowly past the LTD. Steve said: “If he comes by once more I’m gonna move and give him this place.”
At twelve thirty-five, Trattman walked up Sheridan Street, approaching the LTD from the rear, on the same side of the street. When he got to the rear bumper of the LTD, Steve said: “Now.”
Barry and Steve got out of the LTD. Barry said: “Right there.”
Trattman stopped. He frowned. He said: “You guys, you guys …”
Steve pointed a thirty-eight Chiefs Special, two-inch barrel, at Trattman. He said: “Get inna car, Markie.”
Trattman said: “You, I haven’t got no money on me, you guys. I don’t, you guys, I haven’t got no money or anything.”
Barry said: “Get inna fuckin’ car, Markie.” He walked up to Trattman and took him by the right elbow. Trattman resisted slightly. “The car,” Barry said, “you got to get inna fuckin’ car, Markie. You’re
gonna
get inna car and you
know
you’re gonna get inna car, so get inna
car
, for Christ sake.”
Trattman walked slowly toward the car. He looked toward Steve. Steve held the revolver steady. Trattman said: “Steve, you guys, I didn’t do nothing.”
Steve said: “Barry, put him inna back and get in with him.”
Barry pushed Trattman slightly. Trattman said: “I mean it. I didn’t do anything.”
Barry said: “Markie, we’re gonna have all kinds of time to talk about things. Just get inna car, all right?”
Trattman bent and entered the car. He got into the back. Steve slid in on the driver’s side and shut the door. He turned in the seat and pointed the revolver at Trattman. Barry got in and managed to close the passenger door from the back seat. Steve handed the revolver to Barry. Trattman said: “Why’re you guys doing this?”
Steve started the LTD.
“I could, I could do something, you know,” Trattman said. “You guys’re gonna do something to me, I know some guys and I know the right, I know where to call. You guys oughta think about that.”
“You maybe already did something,” Barry said. “Maybe that’s why you’re here, because you did something.”
“I didn’t do nothing,” Trattman said.
“Well,” Steve said. “Then, you’re all right, Markie.”
“You got nothing to worry about,” Barry said.
Steve turned the LTD right on Commonwealth Avenue. He turned left off Commonwealth Avenue onto Chestnut Hill Drive. He took the left fork onto St. Thomas More Drive and the right turn onto Beacon Street.
Trattman said: “You guys know me. Why’re you guys doing something like this? I thought, you’re doing all right, Steve, for Christ sake. Why’re you doing this?”
“A guy, some guys asked me to talk to you,” Steve said. “I said I’d talk to you. You know, Markie, talk? Didn’t you used to have me and Barry around in case you wanted us to talk to somebody?”
“Sure,” Trattman said. “That’s why I can’t understand this, why you guys’re doing this to me.”
“Because,” Steve said, “for the same reason, we used to do things when you wanted us to. Only this time, we’re doing it for somebody else.”
Steve took the left at Hammond Street and turned right off Hammond into the parking lot behind the Chestnut Hill shopping center on Route 9. He stopped the LTD in the shadows behind R. H. Steams’.
Steve got out of the car and unlatched the seatback on the driver’s side.
Trattman looked at Barry. Barry pointed the revolver
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