doesnât have any sources other than yours? And how would it look if you had to tell them that when you were at the Herald you sometimes took tips from a guy who won a photo finish with a federal grand jury.â
âAre you carrying a foreign load, Sunshine?â Another local-color expression sheâd picked up from me. What must her family in Wenham, especially Uncle Dudley, make of her jaunty urban patter every November at Thanksgiving dinner?
She said, âI figure you must be on something. Most of the time you wouldnât tell me or anybody else if their coat was on fire.â
âYou called me, Sunshine. Feel free to call some of your other sources. Iâm not stopping you.â I stood up and walked to the refrigerator to get another can of Ballantine.
I knew she must have heard the â pssst â when I popped the top. But she let it slide. For someone whose father ate lunch every afternoon at the Somerset Club, she was very pragmatic, especially when she needed information.
She said, âCanât we get along, Jack? Some men, they even go on vacations with their ex-wives. You havenât talked to yours in ten years, and now you barely even talk to me, and all we were wasââ
âI wasnât the kind of guy you could bring to a Globe party, was I? Thatâs the bottom line, isnât it? I helped you get over there, but once you were there, I didnât fit. White. Irish. Catholic. Heterosexual. From Boston. Want me to think of some more reasons you had to drop me?â
I heard a deep sigh on the other end of the line.
âIâve told you a million times, they donât care if youâre Irish. They really donât. Youâve got this ancient James Michael Curley chip on your shoulder about something nobody else cares about anymore. The fact that I went over to the Globe had nothing to do withâ¦â Her voice trailed off again.
I thought about asking her how she was getting along with her new boyfriend, who had a trust fund, used âsummerâ as a verb, had a family âcottageâ on Nantucket, a Yale degree and a closet full of bow ties that he wore to his job as metro editor, whatever that meant. I was pretty sure heâd never covered a fire, let alone set one. Metro editorâdid that mean he was a metrosexual too? But the Vicodin had kicked in. I was more comfortably numb by the moment.
âWhat do you want, Katy? Go ahead, ask.â Then she could go back to her boyfriend and tell him how sheâd just been talking to one of her lowlife sources, whom she couldnât name of course, to maintain an air of mystery about her extraordinary talent for enduring the foul breath of the plebeians while hobnobbing with those beneath her on the socioeconomic totem pole.
âIâm just wondering if thereâs a gang war about to break out,â she said. âWhat do you hear? Is Bench making a move against the Italians?â
âHow would I know?â I asked her. âYou know me, Iâm just a dirty cop with a phony disability pension.â
âSo what were you doing at the Alibi this afternoon?â Sheâd always been able to surprise me, and now sheâd done it again.
âThe Alibi? Isnât that Benchâs place over on Winter Hill?â
âYeah, and you were there. We had the place staked out, wanted a shot of Bench. Iâm right now looking at a photo of you walking in. You didnât even pull the collar on your coat up around your neck. What were you doing there?â
âWould you believe me if I told you I had a thirst so great it would cast a shadow?â
âYes, I would, considering how well I know you. But I also remember you donât much like hanging around wiseguys, so Iâm guessing there had to be some money on the table for you to make the drive over to Somerville.â
âYou got me,â I said. âThere was money involved.â I said no
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