Lethal People: A Donovan Creed Crime Novel (16 page)

Lauren held me afterward and kissed my cheek.

“Just for the sake of argument,” she said, “how much would you have paid?”

CHAPTER 18

“
I
see you had better luck finding me this time,” Joseph DeMeo said, flashing a grin I knew to be insincere. It was Saturday, and we were in the George Washington section of Hollywood Hills Cemetery near Gri
ff
th Park. DeMeo stood on the landing above the sidewalk next to the flagstone wall that shaded Buster Keaton’s grave. He wore a black suit and a lavender silk shirt, buttoned all the way up, with no tie. DeMeo was flanked on either side by two dead-eyed thugs whose ill-fitting suits could barely contain their musculature.

“Your pets look uncomfortable,” I said. “I hope they didn’t squeeze into their prom suits just for me.”

“No need to taunt,” DeMeo said. “We’re all friends here.”

“That right?” I said to the goons. We all looked at each other a minute, trying to decide who could take whom, if it came down to it, and how best to do it. I didn’t know these particular guys but I knew their type. Violence leaked out of them like stink on a wino.

Joseph DeMeo chuckled and walked down the steps toward me. “Walk with me,” he said and passed me without shaking hands. I stood my ground. I wasn’t comfortable walking with him if it meant turning my back on his goons. DeMeo chuckled again and said, “Don’t worry about them. They’ll follow at a respectful distance. Same as your giant,” he added.

His comment rattled me. Quinn was my only backup, which meant he and I were as good as dead. Unless I could convince DeMeo I had another backup. In the meantime I had to display confidence.

“Big as he is,” I said, “not many people can make Quinn. What’d he do, fall asleep?”

“I have the advantage that comes with setting the location,” DeMeo said.

“Speaking of which,” I said, “what’s this fascination you have with cemeteries? Two years ago, it was Inglewood Park, James Je
ff
ries’ grave. This time it’s Hollywood Hills, Buster Keaton.”

“I meet people where it is fitting to do so. If you were an artist, I’d meet you at a gallery or art museum.”

“Where do you meet Garrett Unger? Snake oil conventions?”

Forest Lawn Hollywood Hills is an oasis surrounded by bustling tra
ffi
c. Though Disney, Universal, and Warner Brothers all have studios located just minutes away, the vast acreage has a self-contained quality that keeps it isolated and tranquil. Uncluttered by mausoleums, it features mountain views, gently rolling hills, fussy landscaping, and bright white statuary.

DeMeo suddenly stopped short and placed his hand on my arm, and I nearly came out of my skin. I spun out of his grasp and jumped into a fighting stance. I swept the area with my eyes to make sure the goons were where they should be. They were, but they had their guns drawn, waiting for any type of twitch or signal from DeMeo. I had no idea where Quinn was, but I believed he was wherever he needed to be to keep me safe. DeMeo seemed not to notice my jumpiness, focused as he was on something in front of us.

“Look at that,” he whispered.

I tried to force myself to relax. I turned my head and followed his gaze and saw nothing, but his eyes were fixed on something. “What, the
bird
?” It was the only living creature I could detect in front of him.

“Not just any bird,” he whispered. “A Western Tanager.”

When I’m keyed up like that, I’m ready to kill or be killed. I
want
to kill or be killed. It was hard to focus on the bird. I looked behind us again. The goons’ expressions had never changed, but at least their guns were holstered. For a moment, I almost felt sorry for them, having to guard their nut case of a boss. I got my breathing under control and said, “Western Tanagers: are they rare or something?”

“Not rare,” he said, “but very shy. You almost never see them in such an urban setting. See the bright red face and black wings? That’s the male of the species.”

I couldn’t care less and hoped my expression showed it. DeMeo watched the bird fly o
ff
. Then he studied me a moment. “You’ve come a long way for this meeting,” he said. “I should let you conclude your business so you can enjoy our warm climate and friendly atmosphere.” He winked at me.

“Actually, I wanted to talk about
your
business,” I said.

“To which business are you referring? I have lots of businesses.”

I reminded him that a couple of years ago, he wanted to hire me to kill people who had signed contracts for structured settlements. I asked if he personally okayed each hit.

“This is a very disrespectful question,” he said, “considering I haven’t even patted you down.”

I told him whoever he hired to kill the Dawes family in Montclair had been sloppy. I told him a little girl survived and I wanted him to personally underwrite her medical expenses for a complete facial reconstruction. Further, I wanted him to write a certified cashier’s check to the estate of Greg and Melanie Dawes in the amount of nine million dollars so Addie could try to cope through life with the disability his actions had caused.

DeMeo laughed out loud. “You got some stones,” he said. “I always said that about you.”

“Me and my stones will give you five days to come up with the money.”

DeMeo’s eyes grew hard. “An ultimatum?”

I tried to think about it from his perspective. “Mr. DeMeo, I don’t want to come across as disrespectful. Nine million plus the surgeries, that sounds like a lot of money. But let’s be honest: it’s no more than a bucket of sand o
ff
the beach to someone like you. I would consider it a personal favor if you do this thing for this one small girl. In return, I’ll owe you a favor.”

“I can make you stay out my business for all time with a simple hand gesture,” he said.

“And you’ll be dead before I hit the ground.”

“Your giant? We’ve got three people on him.”

“My girl.”

“The blond?”

I nodded.

DeMeo turned to me, made a show of opening his jacket. “I’m just reaching for my phone,” he said. He pressed a key on the touch pad and said, “You have the girl?” Then he said, “Why not?” He turned his attention to me and said, “Nice blu
ff
, but that’s all it is. She’s not here.”

“You believe that, go ahead and give your signal.”

He smiled that Cheshire cat smile again and said, “I don’t think it would have worked out, you working for me.”

Then we parted company.

I took a deep breath. I had faced down Joseph DeMeo and lived. Of course, it didn’t mean much, since Joe had no intention of paying the money.

I made my way to the front of the cemetery and stood a block away from the black sedan and waited for Coop’s signal. Cooper Stewart had been driving limos in the LA area for more than ten years. Before that, he’d been a capable light-heavyweight with a sti
ff
jab. Coop was tall, maybe six five. His rugged face showed extensive scar tissue around the eyes, confirming his status as a journeyman, not a contender. Augustus Quinn knew Coop better than I did, but I’d ridden with him several times and trusted him. Coop gave the signal, and I walked over to the limo and climbed in.

“Your phone rang while you were out there,” Coop said. “About twenty minutes ago.”

I checked the display and found that Janet had called. A large shadow crossed the window, and I looked up and saw Quinn standing a few yards away. Coop flashed him a signal, and Quinn opened the side door and joined me.

“How’d it go?” he asked.

“Pretty much the way I thought it would. No sale.”

“What’s our next move?”

I motioned for Quinn to raise the privacy glass so we could talk. Though we trusted Coop, we were in DeMeo’s town. No sense forcing him to choose between us.

“DeMeo made you out there,” I said.

“Yeah, I know,” Quinn said. “He had nine guys surrounding the place.”

“Still,” I said.

“According to Tony,” Quinn said, “they been there since midnight.”

Midnight! No wonder they saw him. “Who’s Tony?”

“One of DeMeo’s guys. At the end, we talked some. He recommended a restaurant, Miceli’s.”

“He’ll probably be waiting there for you with an Uzi,” I said.

Quinn shrugged. “So DeMeo won’t pay. No surprise there. Got a backup plan?”

“We’re going to rob him,” I said.

“Joe DeMeo.”

“Unless you’re scared.”

“How much you taking?”

“Twenty-five million,” I said, “maybe more. Ten for Addie, two for each of us.”

Quinn cocked his head. “That leaves more than ten million on the table.”

“We’ll need some help.”

Quinn nodded. “I’m in.”

We lowered the partition, and I told Coop where to take us. Quinn said, “Hey, Coop, you know a restaurant called Miceli’s?”

“I do,” Coop said. “Pizza’s good; all the waiters sing to you. They got a pie they call the Meat House: pepperoni, sausage, meatballs, salami. If you decide to go there, get that one.”

We turned the corner and passed a couple of protesters holding global warming signs. “Not much of a turnout,” I said.

Coop chuckled. “There’s usually a bunch of them. They got a chart from the fifties, tells them what the average weather used to be. Every day it’s warmer than that, they gather at that corner to bitch about it. But when the weather’s this nice, most of them sneak o
ff
to the beach.”

I hit the voice mail button on my cell phone, and my ex-wife Janet shrieked, “You bastard!” She went o
ff
on me with such gusto I had to hold the phone away from my ear. Quinn laughed, and Coop just shook his head. I grinned. I mean, I wasn’t happy she was upset, even less happy she blamed me for it, but what was I going to do, right? She finished her screaming fit with a flourish, and Quinn said, “What the hell did you do to her, anyway?”

“She didn’t go into detail,” I said, “but the bottom line is she’s not getting married.”

Coop said, “So … is that bad news? Or good?”

“Bad for me, good for her,” I said. In my mind, I allowed one of my spinning plates to crash.

CHAPTER 19

A
fter her divorce from Donovan Creed three years ago, Janet and Kimberly moved to the sleepy town of Darnell, West Virginia, where Janet’s best friend, Amy, had made a comfortable, happy home after marrying one of Darnell’s native sons.

Amy made it her mission in life to find Janet a husband. Janet gave it a shot, but after two years of dreadful setups, she was about to swear o
ff
men completely. Then, suddenly, Amy introduced her to a nice guy from Charleston.