L Is for Lawless

town? Historical landmarks. Wouldn't they be protected?"
    "Let me think about that."
    "A church," Helen said suddenly.
    "That's possible," Ray said.
    She pointed to the pad. "Write it down."
    Ray made a note about churches. "There's the water works by the river. School buildings. Churchill Downs. They're not going to tear that place down."
    "What about a big estate somewhere?"
    "That's an idea. There used to be plenty around. I been gone for years, though, so I don't know what's left."
    "If he was running from the cops, he had to have a place that was easily accessible," I said. "And it had to be relatively free from intrusion."
    Ray wrinkled his forehead. "How could he guarantee nobody else would find it? That's a hell of a risk. Leave big canvas bags of money somewhere. How do you know a kid won't stumble across it playing stickball?"
    "Kids don't play stickball anymore. They play video games," I said.
    "A construction worker, then, or a nosy neighbor? The place had to be to be dry, don't you think?"
    "Probably," I said. "At least, the two keys would suggest the money isn't buried."
    "I'm sorry Gilbert got his hands on those keys. Gives him the edge if we identify the place."
    "Don't worry about that. I've got a set of key picks I dutifully tote with me everywhere. If we find the right locks, we're in business."
    "We can always hack through the locks," Ray suggested. "I learned that in prison, among other things."
    "You got quite an education."
    "I'm a good student," he said modestly.
    The three of us were silent for a moment, trying to get our imaginations to work.
    I spoke up again. "You know, the locksmith who first saw the big key thought it might fit a gate. So how's this for a guess? Maybe Johnny had access to an old estate. The big key fit the gate and the smaller key fit the padlock on the front door."
    Ray didn't seem that happy. "How'd he know the place wouldn't be sold or torn down?"
    "Maybe it was a historical landmark. Protected by historical preservationists."
    "Suppose they decided to restore the place and charge an entrance fee? Then everybody and his brother could walk around the place."
    "Right," I said. "Anyway, once they got in, they couldn't find the money sitting out in plain sight. It'd have to be concealed."
    "Which puts us right back where we were," he said.
    We were silent again.
    Ray said, "What gets me is we're talking big. Seven, eight big canvas bags loaded down with cash and jewelry. Those suckers were heavy. We were big strappin' guys in those days, all of us young. You should have seen us grunting and groaning, trying to get 'em stashed in the trunk of the car."
    I looked at him with interest. "What was the original plan? Suppose the cops hadn't showed up when they did? What did Johnny mean to do with the money in that case?"
    "Same thing, I guess. He always said the reason bank robbers got tripped up was they went out and spent the money way too fast. Started fencing silver and jewels while the cops were circulating information about what was in the heist. Made it all easy to trace."
    "So whatever the plan was, he'd set it up well in advance," I said.
    "He had to."
    I thought about that. "Where was he caught?"
    "I forget now. Outside town. On the highway, heading out in that direction somewhere."
    "Ballardsville Road," Helen said. "Don't know why, but that sticks in my mind. Don't you remember?"
    Ray flushed with pleasure. "She's right," he said. "How'd you remember that?"
    "I heard it on the radio," she said. "I was so frightened. I thought you were with him. I didn't know the two of you had separated, and I was convinced you'd been caught."
    "I was. I just happened to be somewhere else," he said.
    "How soon after the robbery was Johnny picked up?"
    Ray's eyes rested on mine. "You're thinking he stashed the goods somewhere between the bank downtown and the place he was caught?"
    "Unless he had time to go to some other town and come back," I said. "It's like saying you always find something the last place you look. I mean, it's self-evident. Once you find what you're looking for, you don't look any place else. The last you saw him, he had the sacks full of cash. By the time he was arrested, they were gone.
    Therefore, the money had to have been hidden some time in that period. By the way, you never said how long it was."
    "Half a day."
    "So he probably didn't have time to get far."
    "Yeah, that's true. I always pictured the money around town somewhere. It never occurred to me he