"Gary Lovisi - Finders Keepers" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lovisi Gary)

I nodded, "Or so they say."

Fats laughed, being sensitive again, I guess, said "Whatever, for us it’s just one less skell on our list."

I said, "We gotta like a guy for this that either knows Strossen somehow, or is into some weirdass death stuff, like maybe necrophilia."

Fats shuddered, said, "You mean, like having sex with dead people?"

I nodded.

"Jesus," Fats said solemnly, then added with a laugh, "I just thought of something, Griff. If he’s having sex with that dead guys body… Does that make him a homo too?"

I shrugged, laughed, that was just Fats’ way of trying to cheer me up. I said, "Appears to me he’s got enough problems if he stole that body, chief among them are the legal ones. I don’t wanna think about what he’s doing with it. Fats, I don’t wanna dig too deep into this stuff, I just want our stolen stiff. You know, Landis ain’t going to let us play too long on this one anyway."

Fats nodded, serious now, "Let’s see that list."

I handed Fats the list and he went through it carefully scanning each name. He said, "There’s two here, two real demented bastards who might try something like this. Emilio Nardone, is just warped enough to do something like this as a joke. Then there’s this other, not what you’d think at all, well-respected man, wealthy, family guy, business guy, big-shot undertaker. I hear he’s some weird kinda S&M freak. Might be into making some new kinda scene…"

"Yeah? Gee," I said. "Hope it doesn’t catch on."

Fats laughed, "So let’s do it."

I said, "I’m giving the list to Smitty and Ryan, they’ll track down each of the names, just to be on the safe side to see if any of these guys know Strossen. Maybe they took the body for revenge? Spite…? Who knows…?"

"You don’t think it’s the weird sex angle, Griff?" Fats said, a bit too hopefully.

I shrugged, "Who knows, whatever it is, we’ll find out soon enough."

Fats nodded, "Sounds good to me. So, you wanna go visit Nardone or Simmons first?"

I looked at Fats and smiled, "Let’s go see Nardone first, I gotta work my way up to dealing with Simmons and what we might find there."

"Amen to that, Griff."

Emilio Nardone had just got out of an upstate prison after doing a stretch for bank robbery. His trademark was defecating on the bank manager’s desk before he left with the money. It kinda made his robberies memorable, but the crime lab never much liked dealing with the ‘evidence’ he left behind. But you had to give it to Emilio Nardone, he had a certain sense of… I guess in some circles you might call it…humor?

As we drove up to 410 Conastoga Drive, the residence he’d given his parole officer, Fats put it all into wonderful perspective when he said, "Griff, I don’t know how he does it! Now this guy robbed almost a dozen banks, and dirtied the manager’s desk every single time. I just don’t understand it. I mean, how could the guy crap on command like that? You know, you just can’t do it when you want like that. Leastways, I can’t. Like, just do it, when everyone in the bank is watching?"

I looked at Fats incredulous, asked, "We got this case of a stolen stiff and that’s the burning question you got for Nardone?"

"Yeah, I mean, among others."

I shook my head, "Then why the hell don’t you just ask him, because I certainly have no idea."

I was getting a bit testy, but Fats never seemed to notice at all. Truth is, he noticed sure as hell, but he’d never let on to me he noticed. That was the way partners worked in the old days.

Instead he just said, "You know, Griff, I think I will ask him."

He looked at me and smiled, and I could only shake my head.