Heat Lightning

of the car, the driver was on his cell phone.”
    Andreno went inside. Three minutes later, he said, “I hope you guys can hear me.”
    Virgil called him on his cell phone and said, “You’re loud and clear.”
     
 
WARREN SHOWED UP at one o’clock in a black Cadillac Escalade, got out of the passenger side, brushed the seat of his pants. Virgil said, “There he is, the guy in the black suit.”
    Warren was wearing wraparound sunglasses and took them off and dropped them in his jacket pocket. One of his security people had been driving, and he checked out the parking lot, his eyes lingering on Andreno’s Crown Vic. Then he nodded at Warren and they disappeared into the restaurant.
    They heard Andreno say, “Mr. Warren.”
    Warren: “What’s your name?”
    “Ricky.”
    Warren must have sat down, Virgil thought. Warren said, “Call in,” apparently to his security guy, and then said to Andreno, “We’re checking in with my security people.”
    A new voice said, “Yeah, we’re in. He’s here.”
    Then Warren said, “What’s this about pictures?”
    Andreno: “You want my story, or you just want the pictures, or you want the pictures first and the story later?”
    “Let’s see the pictures.”
     
 
SHRAKE CALLED: “The Jeep guys are moving.”
    The Jeep moved out into traffic, then turned into the restaurant parking lot and parked. A moment later, the Corolla rolled down the street, made a turn, and parked next to the Jeep.
     
 
ANDRENO WAS SAYING, “I’ve got color xeroxes. The actual pictures are . . . close. But I want to see some money.”
    “The money’s close,” Warren said. “Let’s see the pictures.”
    There was a moment of silence, then Warren said, “That’s not me. That’s just not me. Sorry about that, but it’s not me. That might be my head, but they Photoshopped it onto somebody else’s body.”
    “Well, you know, it sorta looks like you, asshole,” Andreno said, putting a little New Jersey into his voice. “Quite a bit like you. And there’s at least one guy still alive who’ll tell the cops it is you. Anyway, if it ain’t you, fuck it, I’ll take my pictures and hit the road.”
    “Where’s Knox? I want to talk to him,” Warren said.
    “I don’t want to talk to him,” Andreno said. “We had a pretty serious disagreement.”
    “About what?”
    “About I was supposed to bodyguard him, but when I get up there, he’s in some fuckin’ cabin on this fuckin’ lake and he wants me out in the woods with the fuckin’ ticks and mosquitoes and these little fuckin’ flies. . . . They were chewing my ass up, and I sez, I gotta get out of there, and he sez, we gotta have you up in the woods, Ricky, and we went around about it, and I went back out in the woods, but when they went out—they went out a couple times a day—I lifted the photographs and took off. All I want is my money.”
    “Your deal is with him, not with me,” Warren said.
    “Yeah, but you’re the guy I fuckin’ got,” Andreno said. “You can get the money back from him: believe me, you don’t want these things rolling around out there.”
    “Five thousand,” Warren said. “That’s all they’re worth.”
    “Bullshit. You killed those people in Vietnam and Carl said this other guy, this first guy you shot here, was feeling guilty and was going to the cops and that’s why you killed him, and then you had to kill everybody.”
    “That’s wrong. Carl’s killing people, not me. Carl’s the one who killed those people in Vietnam.”
    “Horseshit, I’ve got the pictures,” Andreno said.
    “Five thousand . . .”
    “Five thousand, kiss my ass, that won’t buy gas to Vegas.”
    A third voice, the first time the other man had spoken: “Shouldna bought that piece-of-shit Crown Vic. What you get, a mile to the gallon?”
    “FUCK HIM,” Jenkins said.
    Shrake: “He’s right. Can’t shoot him for that.”
     
 
ANDRENO: “Twenty. I gotta have twenty.”
    “Well, fuck you,” Warren said. “You’re lucky to get five, and I gotta get back to work. You want the five, or what?”
    “You gotta come up from that or I’m walking,” Andreno said. “Five is the same as nothing.”
     
 
“ANDRENO IS good at this,” Jenkins said.
     
WARREN SAID, “Last offer. Ten. You can have it in one minute. You get it when I see the photographs.”
    Long pause. Then Andreno said, “Gimme the ten.”
     
 
WARREN MUST’VE nodded at the third man. He said to Andreno, “If you know