more.
âWell?â she said.
âWell what? As you pointed out, weâre not married, never have been. Ainât no spousal privilege here. I just donât like my business beinâ spread all over the street.â
âDid you talk to him, Bench I mean?â
âI would ask, are we off the record, but I know the answer to that is always no, no matter what you say.â
âSpare me the lectures on journalism ethics. Just answer the question. Did you talk to him?â
âIn a manner of speaking, yes. I talked to him, and he ⦠well, he answered. In a manner of speaking.â
âAnd the subject of the conversation?â
âI walked in, and he was behind the bar, and I looked over the draft selections, and then I said, âIâll have a Harpoon IPA,â and he drew one for me, and I said, âMuch obliged, pardner,â and he said, âThatâll be four bucks.ââ
There was a pause on the other end, and then she said, âVery funny. I guess you want your name and picture in the paper tomorrow as having visited the Alibi.â
âIâd prefer you didnât do that, but youâre gonna do what youâre gonna do.â
It went on like that for a while. I was trying to think if she could do any legwork for me, but right now I couldnât think of anything. I finally told Iâd see her around the campus and hung up.
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7
DITTOâS DILEMMA
I own a commercial building off Warren Street in Roxbury, bought it cheap off an old-line wiseguy who was retiring and moving to Florida. There was a $12,000 lien on it for unpaid city taxes, and $3,500 in overdue water and sewerage bills, all of which I paid, and the guy threw in three silencers to sweeten the pot. The price was $5,000. Setting up the real estate trust that owns it, since I canât very well have it in my own name, cost me another $1,500.
The old-timer ran a half-ass garage out of there, and the word is that during the Irish gang wars, heâd settled up a few scores there, with acetylene torches and the like. That was before my time. But I kept the garage going, with the old mechanic, a guy named Rocco. He was used to having the element around, and we do a steady business. A lot of our work is insuranceâwe donât fix the cars, we wreck âem. I used to run that racket on consignmentâif you got $5,000 in claims, Iâd take ten percent, $500. But I was working with too many cops, and you just canât trust them guys on insurance fraud any more than you can trust âem on anything else.
Now I charge a flat rate. Five hundred bucks. Getting the accident report is up to them. If they need an appraiser, Iâll provide one for them. Thatâs another $500, which I whack up with the appraiser. If that seems high to you, you havenât been to a new-car showroom lately. Think sticker shock.
But the garage is short money. What I like is having a place in the city. Itâs not what youâd call prime real estate, obviously, but Iâm not in it to turn a quick buck. Itâs a half-acre, a good-sized lot in Roxbury. Thereâs always been a four-foot-high brick wall around the lot, and up above that Iâve got eight feet of barbed wire with razors all around the top. Youâd have to be an Olympic pole vaulter to get in. I used to have dogs patrolling the property, pit bulls, rottweilers, etc., but the locals shot them for sport through the front gate.
Now I have two new ones, Tyson and Atomic Dog. Neighborhood names for neighborhood dogs. I keep them inside nights. Rocco cleans up their shit every morning when he comes in at 6:30.
I called a meeting for 4:00 p.m. of all the Boston and South Shore guys except the dealers. I like to give them a wide berth. They report to Salt and Peppa. I have a piece of a couple of bars in Quincy, and some independent layoff guys who pay me for âprotectionâ just like the bookies.
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