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got out of hand at the airport.”
Folks reached into his coat pocket to extract the pay-off envelope. He leaned toward the captain and placed it on the desk top. The captain ignored the envelope.
Folks said, “There’s Kid’s full premium . . . ten percent of ninety thousand dollars . . . for the Stilwell coverage.”
The captain took a sip of coffee and dabbed a linen handkerchief against his heavy lips before he said, “I don’t know about that. Perhaps I shouldn’t issue a policy on Stilwell for ten percent.”
Folks said, “Captain, if you up your share, it’s gonna bruise the score.”
He smiled. “Bruise the score, or kick it back to Stilwell! I want fifteen percent!”
Folks said, “But Captain, I’m not qualified to make a decision like that.”
He leaned back and said, “Wonder, you’re much too modest. You’re qualified to know that a con store is like a house of wax. It can’t survive strong heat without a strong fix!”
Folks said, “But Captain, Mr. Stilwell has blown off his heavy steam.”
The captain leaned his massive frame toward Folks with his eyes flickering green flame. He half whispered, “Don’t play the con for me, Wonder. I knew what happened at the airport five minutes after it blew. Even the Vicksburg Kid couldn’t blow that mark off. That mark is hot enough to fry this administration! Face it! I could demand fifty percent of the score and deserve it. I’m the only one qualified now who can blow him off.”
Folks said, “Well Captain, I don’t have your five percent puff up. Sure, you’re worth it, Captain Ellis, but I’ll have to expose the Kid to your logic.”
The phone rang. Captain Ellis picked up and said, “Yes . . . yes . . .”
He stared up at Folks as he listened. He said, “Yes, Officer Tate! Go on . . .”
He leaned back in his chair, reached into his baroque humidor and extracted an imported Panatella. He said, “Wonder, light my cigar.”
Folks smiled as he went around the desk and flicked his lighter flame to Ellis’ cigar tip as he listened on the phone with a “rapist laid the virgin” look.
Folks said, “Captain, we’re lucky to have a stand-up friend like you.”
He frowned him silent. Ellis said, “All right! Give me ten minutes, Officer Tate, before you bring Stilwell in.”
He hung up and said, “Mr. Stilwell has indicated a determination to beef past me, should I fail to satisfy his lust for justice. This is bad! I can only see a kickback of the score to Stilwell, or indictments, unless I blow-off that mark. I want twenty percent of the score.”
Folks said, “Captain, you’re great! Just priceless! So, you got your twenty percent! Captain, no disrespect, but may I be excused before you wind up with the long end of the score?”
The captain blew a mote of cigar ash off the sleeve of his five C-note suit. His five carat ring shot light like a swarm of fireflies. He chuckled, “You’re a charmer, Utah Wonder. I like you.”
Folks said, “I’m fond of you too, Captain. Any chance I get the exclusive right to light all of your cigars?”
He said evenly, “I’ll expect you here before noon tomorrow.”
Folks nodded and smiled as he left the office for the street. He stood in the neon thicket looking for a cab, whistled at one that was in hire. A pastel fox, in a pink Excalibur, flushed from the thicket. Christina Buckmeister pulled to the curb in front of him. She waggled a long, tapered finger his way.
She swung the Excalibur door open, his side. Her eyes were slumberous, beclouded with vulva steam and he got in. She threw her head back and laughed with joy. He saw her nostrils were frosted with crystal blow dust. She sucked his bottom lip.
He thought, what the hell. Why not punish this come freak with my ten inch whip?
Behind them, on the sidewalk, one of Captain Ellis’ bunco detectives stared at them with a surprised and thoughtful look on his corrugated face. He went into Captain Ellis’ office, reported the
Folks reached into his coat pocket to extract the pay-off envelope. He leaned toward the captain and placed it on the desk top. The captain ignored the envelope.
Folks said, “There’s Kid’s full premium . . . ten percent of ninety thousand dollars . . . for the Stilwell coverage.”
The captain took a sip of coffee and dabbed a linen handkerchief against his heavy lips before he said, “I don’t know about that. Perhaps I shouldn’t issue a policy on Stilwell for ten percent.”
Folks said, “Captain, if you up your share, it’s gonna bruise the score.”
He smiled. “Bruise the score, or kick it back to Stilwell! I want fifteen percent!”
Folks said, “But Captain, I’m not qualified to make a decision like that.”
He leaned back and said, “Wonder, you’re much too modest. You’re qualified to know that a con store is like a house of wax. It can’t survive strong heat without a strong fix!”
Folks said, “But Captain, Mr. Stilwell has blown off his heavy steam.”
The captain leaned his massive frame toward Folks with his eyes flickering green flame. He half whispered, “Don’t play the con for me, Wonder. I knew what happened at the airport five minutes after it blew. Even the Vicksburg Kid couldn’t blow that mark off. That mark is hot enough to fry this administration! Face it! I could demand fifty percent of the score and deserve it. I’m the only one qualified now who can blow him off.”
Folks said, “Well Captain, I don’t have your five percent puff up. Sure, you’re worth it, Captain Ellis, but I’ll have to expose the Kid to your logic.”
The phone rang. Captain Ellis picked up and said, “Yes . . . yes . . .”
He stared up at Folks as he listened. He said, “Yes, Officer Tate! Go on . . .”
He leaned back in his chair, reached into his baroque humidor and extracted an imported Panatella. He said, “Wonder, light my cigar.”
Folks smiled as he went around the desk and flicked his lighter flame to Ellis’ cigar tip as he listened on the phone with a “rapist laid the virgin” look.
Folks said, “Captain, we’re lucky to have a stand-up friend like you.”
He frowned him silent. Ellis said, “All right! Give me ten minutes, Officer Tate, before you bring Stilwell in.”
He hung up and said, “Mr. Stilwell has indicated a determination to beef past me, should I fail to satisfy his lust for justice. This is bad! I can only see a kickback of the score to Stilwell, or indictments, unless I blow-off that mark. I want twenty percent of the score.”
Folks said, “Captain, you’re great! Just priceless! So, you got your twenty percent! Captain, no disrespect, but may I be excused before you wind up with the long end of the score?”
The captain blew a mote of cigar ash off the sleeve of his five C-note suit. His five carat ring shot light like a swarm of fireflies. He chuckled, “You’re a charmer, Utah Wonder. I like you.”
Folks said, “I’m fond of you too, Captain. Any chance I get the exclusive right to light all of your cigars?”
He said evenly, “I’ll expect you here before noon tomorrow.”
Folks nodded and smiled as he left the office for the street. He stood in the neon thicket looking for a cab, whistled at one that was in hire. A pastel fox, in a pink Excalibur, flushed from the thicket. Christina Buckmeister pulled to the curb in front of him. She waggled a long, tapered finger his way.
She swung the Excalibur door open, his side. Her eyes were slumberous, beclouded with vulva steam and he got in. She threw her head back and laughed with joy. He saw her nostrils were frosted with crystal blow dust. She sucked his bottom lip.
He thought, what the hell. Why not punish this come freak with my ten inch whip?
Behind them, on the sidewalk, one of Captain Ellis’ bunco detectives stared at them with a surprised and thoughtful look on his corrugated face. He went into Captain Ellis’ office, reported the
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