The Last One Left (10 page)

“Have to be real, real good,” Judge Billy said softly.

“Good enough, I guess, so that you and Tom D. would be glad to have a piece of it?”

“If it was something like that,” said the Judge.

Sam looked over at Tom Dorra. “It would ease my mind if I knew all this publicity was something Bix decided he’d just have to put up with. On account of Leila being along, if he’d wanted to be considerate, he could have let me have a little hint. But it isn’t too late for a little consideration. It’s something a man could give without having to say anything else about anything, wouldn’t you say?”

“Billy is doing the saying,” Tom said.

The Judge swiveled his chair and sat staring out the window. He turned back slowly. “I guess I tell you that we’re edgy about it too, you’d have to know more.”

“I guess I would.”

“What you do is keep it in mind that Tom D. and I are coming right out with it, without being cute, just because your little sister being a guest on that boat kind of takes it out of the business picture and makes it friendship.”

“I won’t forget it.”

“The way it started, you know Bix has been getting into resort operations outside the country. Sunshine Management, Incorporated. It’s a nice tax picture. He had an eye on the Bahamas. He found an outfit based there that was in trouble. Ventures, Limited, set up as a Bahamian corporation. They’d moved too fast, picked up
too much land in too many places, but a lot of it right choice. Some kind of legal tangle was keeping them from selling off some of the beach land and islands to get even. It was all pledged against the full amount of the loans they’d gotten, I guess, and they’d borrowed to the hilt and no way to issue more paper to get development money. The only way out was to sell all the holdings at once, in one package, pay off the debt, and have something left to distribute to the shareholders. Eleven million five was the asking price. Bix muscled them down to ten three, but it was still too much he figured. He had it figured that about nine flat would be about right, but that was getting near the danger point because at that price maybe a lot of other promoters would have started to get interested. So he started snuffling around. He got a man who could deliver the whole board, a majority of the board, if he could have some leverage to work with. The leverage they worked out was eight hundred thousand cash, under the table. For that piece of money, Bix’s pigeon could get an affirmative vote through the board to take Bix’s cash offer of eight million seven. That makes the total nine five. He’s been working on it a year and a half. All he could scrape up for the under-the-table money was four hundred, in a real quiet way without attracting any attention. So Tom D. here and me, we came in for two hundred each. Bix’s program was to keep them sweating and see if he could get them to go along for less than the eight hundred, and if it was less, we’d all cut our ante the same percent. Sam, there’s no need to go into how we stand to make out. We worked it out with Bix, and let’s say it’s enough to make a man smile some. When there’s risks something could go wrong, and when you come up with the kind of money you keep in fruit jars, you want it should fatten up pretty good. So, considering, when the news came through, Tom and me started feeling some edgy. There isn’t a scrap of paper we’ve got to show, not even any way to write it off. It isn’t like Bix to get careless with any kind of money.”

“So the Muñeca left here with eight hundred thousand dollars in cash aboard her!”

“More than half of it hundreds, all the rest in fifties,” Tom Dorra said. “All banded and marked and packed neat in a suitcase, not a big suitcase, little bigger than one of those dispatch cases. Those boys on the board who were going along with it, it was going to make them well, but the others were going to get burnt and figure everybody got burnt.”

“Who was his contact?”

The Judge said, “A Canadian name of Angus Squires, has a place in Freeport and some kind of a hideaway fishing lodge on something called Musket Cay in the Berry Islands. The way it works, Bix had moved the eight million seven into a Nassau bank and had some lawyer in Nassau with a limited power of attorney who’d make the offer and when it was voted in, pay by bank check and take over the deeds to the holdings in the name of Sunshine Management, Incorporated. Squires would call an emergency meeting of the board in Nassau. On his way from Freeport to Nassau he’d meet Bix at Musket Cay. Bix would give him some of the cash money and show him the rest. When the deal went through, Squires would stop at the same place on the way back to Freeport and pick up the rest of it, the eight hundred, or whatever Bix was able to work him down to. Bix said he wasn’t going to hustle the deal through. He said he’d cruise around the islands some. He said the longer he dragged his feet, the more Squires and his crowd would be hurting. Last I heard from him, Sam, he give me a call from Miami when he got there, just about almost a month ago.”

“Who is that Staniker and his wife?”

“Now that would be the fella he took on in Miami. He said he’d want to get somebody who knows the waters. Bix and his boy, Roger, took it around the Gulf to Miami from here. He said he’d want to get a cook aboard too once they took off from the states.
Reckon he found a couple that suited. Bix would check them out pretty good, that’s for certain. The thing is, Sam, there is no reason on God’s earth Bix would want to turn up missing this way. It’s a good safe boat, and he’d have a good safe place aboard for the money, but eight hundred thousand and no sign of the boat at all, it starts a man thinking, and it keeps your food from settling real good.”

“Who is the lawyer in Nassau?”

“Near as I remember, he didn’t mention a name.”

“What have you been planning to do, Judge?” Sam asked.

Tom Dorra said, “Earlier I was saying to Judge Billy we don’t hear anything in another couple days, I just might go on over and get that Squires off in private and dance him up and down some to see what might come loose and fall off him. But Bix didn’t talk like he was dealing with any hard case. What are you going to do?”

“Clean up a few things and see if I can get out of here by tomorrow night and get on over there and see if there’s anything they could be doing they’re not doing. I can take a look at Squires and let you know.”

“We would be most humbly grateful, Sam’l,” said the Judge.

“I’m grateful you told me what’s going on.”

“Just saved you a lot of digging is all, I expect. I sure hope that—everything is all right aboard that boat. You boys want to walk an old man down the street and let him stand you a touch of the nerve tonic?”

“Thanks, but I’d best be getting back up the line.”

“Nerve tonic is what I need most,” Tom said, rising to his full height, straightening his pale hat. “By the way, Sam, I was talking to old Goober the other night and he said he seen Lydia Jean a week back still up there in Corpus. Her old lady must be having some long spell of the sickness, I guess.”

“Can’t be helped,” Sam said.

“Can get tiresome, tending the sick. I got to go up to the regional
meeting of the growers next week, and if I get a chance, I could give her a ring and cheer her up some.”

“You do that,” Sam said evenly. He said goodby to them and walked out. Tom D. started to follow along, but the Judge called him back in and closed the office door.

“Now what the
hell
were you trying to do, bringing that up about Lydia Jean?” Billy asked angrily.

Tom D. sprawled his bulk and weight back into an oak chair and said, smiling, “Now Billy, half the Valley knows Lydia Jean run out on him and he can’t seem to sweet talk her into coming home where she belongs. Thought I’d give him a little something to think on.”

“A little game, eh? Like learning to jump out of airplanes without a chute, or picking up rattlesnakes by the back of the neck with your teeth. What makes you so damn dumb anyways?”

Tom Dorra looked angry and upset. “You’ve got no call to talk to me like that. Sam Boylston’s just another one of those nice clean little lawyer fellas.”

Judge Billy tilted his swivel chair back and looked at a far high corner of the room. “Been around a long, long time. Seen a lot of them come along. Don’t you get twitchy thinking on that free drink I offered. You set and listen. Might help you some day. Got any idea why Lydia Jean run for cover? Tell you what I think, big Tom. She’s trying to see if she can slow him down some, make him look around and see folks instead of things, and like the fella says, get him to learn to stop and smell the flowers.”

“Do you honest to God know what you’re talking about, Judge?”

“Won’t work, of course. Not with Sam Boylston. He’s in a dead run. Can’t stop. Won’t stop. Scared to stop. That’s the way the big ones are. He ain’t real big yet. But he’s moving as fast as you’ll ever see. Twenty years when he’s Bix’s age about, line ’em up side by side, Bix Kayd is dime-store goods, a clown-man. You can feel the power in Sam’l. He’s got the stillness, hearing all, seeing all, tucking it
away. When you ragged him some about Lydia Jean, I seen something look out of his eyes at you, something I wouldn’t fool with.”

“You’re scaring me to death, Judge.”

“Me, I won’t last long enough to see him as big as he’s going to get. But he’s a-going to own this whole Valley, as just a first step. Oh, not by title and deed, but there won’t be anybody with land worth in six figures on up stupid enough to cross him. What he wants done gets done. And tucked back in his brain is the memory of how you did him today. He won’t come after you just to pleasure himself. He can’t waste his time on earth like that. But one day there’ll be money he can see on the far side of you, and he won’t go around you. He’ll go right over the top of you, stompin’ as he goes, and you won’t be a person to him because nobody is real to him but Sam Boylston. If I was you, I’d start thinking on cashing ever’thing in and moving far enough away so he won’t likely come across you.”

“Billy, what’s wrong with you? The land my great grand-daddy settled is smack in the middle of my holdings. I got friends close and true in six counties. Nothing Boylston can ever do to me, a little lawyer-man like that!”

“Lydia Jean may slow him a little bit for a little time, but then he’ll come on faster than ever. He thinks he’s like everybody else. It’s just he don’t have any softness slowing him down. God knows I ain’t got much, but what I got makes me smaller than I could have been. You got more than me by far. But if Sam Boylston had a thing to gain by rendering you down into cooking oil, he’d stoke the fire, boil you good, skim the fat into a bucket and tote it off. It saddens me thinking you’re the last Dorra going to own land in this county, and I might live long enough to get brought down with you if I’m standing too close, so we’ve come to an end of drinking together, and now it’s time we start winding up all the things we’re into together, so let’s start dickering on who buys who out of what and for how much.”

“You got to be kidding, Billy! Your old brain is cloudy. I got a bad case of the shorts. Do that, and you’ll be running me out of some prime stuff, and you damn well know it. We been friends a long time.”

Judge Billy Alwerd blinked and smiled like a lizard on a rock. “All of a sudden being friends with you is too dangerous, Tom D. Anything you want to take over, I’ll take back mortgages, but I’ll discount ’em right off. We’re going to be arms length all the way.”

Tom stood up and leaned over the desk and said, “Do me this way, and I’ll crack your spine, old man!”

“I will. And you won’t.” He chuckled. “In a manner of speaking, boy, what’s happening to you right now is Sam Boylston’s doing. You tweaked him about his woman, and you come down with a hard case of finance-yool leprosy. Don’t mess with Francie on the way out, you hear?”

When Sam got back to his office there was a note that his wife had called him. He called her back, knowing the call would be about Leila, and that she had heard. He told her that he didn’t know anything new, and that he was going over to the Bahamas the evening of the next day. When she asked about Jonathan, Sam said that Jonathan might be in Nassau already, but he certainly would be there by the time Sam arrived.

When she was silent for a few moments, Sam said, “Aren’t you going to say it?”

“Say what, dear?”

“If it wasn’t for me, she wouldn’t have been on the cruise.”

“There’s no point in you blaming yourself, Sam. You had no way of knowing anything would happen. And why do you think I’d say anything like that to you at a time like this? Do you think I go around looking for chances to be nasty?”

“I don’t know what to think about you, Lyd. I don’t know how much resentment there is. There has to be some, wouldn’t you say? Or you’d be home where you belong.”

“That isn’t the kind of attitude that’s going to make me hurry back.”

“I should get used to your new rule, I guess. No matter what I say, it’s going to be wrong.”

Her long sigh was audible over the line. “Darling, let’s start this conversation over. We both love Leila. We’re both very worried about her. I would appreciate it if you would let me know what you find out. And I hope everything turns out for the best, and that she’s safe. And—please don’t take any chances over there, like flying around in some little airplane in bad weather looking for her.”

“I want to make certain they’re doing everything.”

“Please be nice to Jonathan.”

“For God’s sake, Lydia Jean!”

“Don’t try to shut him out. He’s as concerned as you are.”

“I’m not the one who goes around shutting people out.”

“We have such happy talks, don’t we, Sam?”

“So let’s try a new area. An old friend of yours will be looking you up next week.”

“Really? Who?”

“He had the needle out. And he was enjoying it. Maybe you can tell him your troubles.”

“Who are you talking about?”

“Big Tom Dorra.”

“Damn you, Sam! Damn you!”

“Did I say something wrong?”

“He is not an old friend and you know it. Do you really think I’d talk to
him
about
us?
He is physically repulsive to me. He looks—buttered. And he is absolutely convinced he’s God’s gift to womanhood.”