The Anderson Tapes by Lawrence Sanders Page A
Authors: Lawrence Sanders
Tags: Fiction, Suspense, Mystery & Detective, Mystery, Mystery Fiction, Police, Police Procedural, Large Type Books, New York, New York (State), New York (N.Y.), Men's Adventure, Delaney, Edward X. (Fictitious Character)
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Day weekend. We cut all communications. Isolate the house. We pull up a van. We take our time—three hours, four hours, whatever we need.
ANGELO: But you haven’t thought it out?
ANDERSON: No, I haven’t. I got this report here. It’ll give you a rundown on who lives there and where the stuff is and where we should look and how it can be done. But if you say okay, we’ll have to dig a lot deeper.
ANGELO: Like what?
ANDERSON: Habits of people in the building. Schedules of the beat fuzz and squad cars in the sector. Private watchmen. People who walk their dogs late at night. Location of call boxes and telephone booths. Bars that are open late at night. A lot of things… .
ANGELO: Were you ever in the military?
ANDERSON: Marine Corps. About eighteen months.
ANGELO: What happened?
ANDERSON: I got a dishonorable discharge.
ANGELO: What for?
ANDERSON: I knocked up a captain’s wife—amongst other things.
ANGELO: Yes. What did you do? See any action?
ANDERSON: No. I made corporal. I was an instructor on the range at Paris Island.
ANGELO: You’re a good shot?
ANDERSON: Yes.
D’MEDICO: But you’ve never carried a piece on a job—have you, Duke?
ANDERSON: No. I never have.
ANGELO: Christ, I’m thirsty. Doc, get us another bottle of that Volpolicella, will you? But if this campaign goes through, you’ll have to pack a piece. You realize that, don’t you, Duke?
ANDERSON: Yes.
ANGELO: You’re willing?
ANDERSON: Yes.
ANGELO: When you were a corporal of Marines did you ever get any instructions on the technique of a raid? A quick hit-and-run?
ANDERSON: A little.
ANGELO: Did you ever hear about that campaign in Detroit on… .
We hit the… . We used about… . What we did was to create a diversion. It pulled off all the precinct buttons to … and while they were… . And it worked perfectly. Something like that might work here.
ANDERSON: It might.
ANGELO: You don’t sound very enthusiastic.
ANDERSON: I got to think about it.
D’MEDICO: Here’s the wine, Pat. Chilled just a little … the way you like it.
ANGELO: Fine. Thank you, Doctor. So you want to think about it, do you, Duke?
ANDERSON: Yes. It’s my cock.
ANGELO: It surely is. All right. Supposing Papa gives the go-ahead.
What will you need? Have you thought of that?
ANDERSON: Yes, I thought of that. I’ll need another two thousand to complete the sweep.
ANGELO: The reconnaissance?
ANDERSON: That’s right. To figure how we’ll handle it.
ANGELO: Operations and deployment. And then what?
ANDERSON: You’ll get a final shakedown on the whole bit. Then if you okay, I’ll need the loot to pay off my five men. Half in advance, half when the job’s finished.
D’MEDICO: About two thousand for looking, and then another four or five for your staff?
ANDERSON: That’s about it.
D’MEDICO: All advances and expenses out of the take before the split?
ANDERSON: Yes.
ANGELO: I’ve got to get out of here and over to Manhattan. I’m late as it is. Duke, I want to talk to the Doctor. You understand?
ANDERSON: Sure. I appreciate you giving me this time.
ANGELO: We’ll get in touch with you—one way or the other—in a week or so. I’ve got to talk to Papa and, as you probably know, he’s ailing. We should all live to be ninety-four and ailing.
D’MEDICO: Amen.
ANDERSON: Nice to meet you, Mr. Angelo. Thanks, Mr. D’Medico.
D’MEDICO: A pleasure, Duke. We’ll be in touch.
[Lapse of seventeen seconds.]
D’MEDICO: How did you know he was from Kentucky, Tennessee—
around there?
ANGELO: I recognized him the minute he walked in. Not him, but the type. A mountain man. God knows I saw enough of them in Korea. Kentucky, Tennessee, West Virginia. Rough boys. As rough as the Southerners … but they never bugged out.
Sometimes you get some freaky Southerners. I never saw a freaky mountain man. They’re all born piss-poor. They got nothing but their pride. I had some mountain men who never had a pair of new shoes until they
ANGELO: But you haven’t thought it out?
ANDERSON: No, I haven’t. I got this report here. It’ll give you a rundown on who lives there and where the stuff is and where we should look and how it can be done. But if you say okay, we’ll have to dig a lot deeper.
ANGELO: Like what?
ANDERSON: Habits of people in the building. Schedules of the beat fuzz and squad cars in the sector. Private watchmen. People who walk their dogs late at night. Location of call boxes and telephone booths. Bars that are open late at night. A lot of things… .
ANGELO: Were you ever in the military?
ANDERSON: Marine Corps. About eighteen months.
ANGELO: What happened?
ANDERSON: I got a dishonorable discharge.
ANGELO: What for?
ANDERSON: I knocked up a captain’s wife—amongst other things.
ANGELO: Yes. What did you do? See any action?
ANDERSON: No. I made corporal. I was an instructor on the range at Paris Island.
ANGELO: You’re a good shot?
ANDERSON: Yes.
D’MEDICO: But you’ve never carried a piece on a job—have you, Duke?
ANDERSON: No. I never have.
ANGELO: Christ, I’m thirsty. Doc, get us another bottle of that Volpolicella, will you? But if this campaign goes through, you’ll have to pack a piece. You realize that, don’t you, Duke?
ANDERSON: Yes.
ANGELO: You’re willing?
ANDERSON: Yes.
ANGELO: When you were a corporal of Marines did you ever get any instructions on the technique of a raid? A quick hit-and-run?
ANDERSON: A little.
ANGELO: Did you ever hear about that campaign in Detroit on… .
We hit the… . We used about… . What we did was to create a diversion. It pulled off all the precinct buttons to … and while they were… . And it worked perfectly. Something like that might work here.
ANDERSON: It might.
ANGELO: You don’t sound very enthusiastic.
ANDERSON: I got to think about it.
D’MEDICO: Here’s the wine, Pat. Chilled just a little … the way you like it.
ANGELO: Fine. Thank you, Doctor. So you want to think about it, do you, Duke?
ANDERSON: Yes. It’s my cock.
ANGELO: It surely is. All right. Supposing Papa gives the go-ahead.
What will you need? Have you thought of that?
ANDERSON: Yes, I thought of that. I’ll need another two thousand to complete the sweep.
ANGELO: The reconnaissance?
ANDERSON: That’s right. To figure how we’ll handle it.
ANGELO: Operations and deployment. And then what?
ANDERSON: You’ll get a final shakedown on the whole bit. Then if you okay, I’ll need the loot to pay off my five men. Half in advance, half when the job’s finished.
D’MEDICO: About two thousand for looking, and then another four or five for your staff?
ANDERSON: That’s about it.
D’MEDICO: All advances and expenses out of the take before the split?
ANDERSON: Yes.
ANGELO: I’ve got to get out of here and over to Manhattan. I’m late as it is. Duke, I want to talk to the Doctor. You understand?
ANDERSON: Sure. I appreciate you giving me this time.
ANGELO: We’ll get in touch with you—one way or the other—in a week or so. I’ve got to talk to Papa and, as you probably know, he’s ailing. We should all live to be ninety-four and ailing.
D’MEDICO: Amen.
ANDERSON: Nice to meet you, Mr. Angelo. Thanks, Mr. D’Medico.
D’MEDICO: A pleasure, Duke. We’ll be in touch.
[Lapse of seventeen seconds.]
D’MEDICO: How did you know he was from Kentucky, Tennessee—
around there?
ANGELO: I recognized him the minute he walked in. Not him, but the type. A mountain man. God knows I saw enough of them in Korea. Kentucky, Tennessee, West Virginia. Rough boys. As rough as the Southerners … but they never bugged out.
Sometimes you get some freaky Southerners. I never saw a freaky mountain man. They’re all born piss-poor. They got nothing but their pride. I had some mountain men who never had a pair of new shoes until they
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