Persuader

straight out of the room. I heard his heavy tread on the wooden staircase.
    "That was real stupid," Duke said. "You just made another enemy." I was out of breath. "What, I was supposed to lose?"
    "It would have been better."
    "Not my way."
    "Then you're stupid," he said.
    "You're head of security," I said. "You should tell him to act his age."
    "Not that easy."
    "So get rid of him."
    "That's not easy either." I stood up slowly. Rolled my sleeve down and buttoned my cuff. Glanced at my watch.
    Nearly seven in the morning. Time ticking away.
    "What am I doing today?" I asked.
    "Driving a truck," Duke said. "You can drive a truck, right?" I nodded, because I couldn't say no. I had been driving a truck when I rescued Richard Beck.
    "I need to shower again," I said. "And I need some clean clothes."
    "Tell the maid," he said. He was tired. "What am I, your damn valet?" He watched me for a second and headed for the stairs and left me all alone in the basement. I stood and stretched and panted and shook my hand loose from the wrist to ease the strain. Then I retrieved my jacket and went looking for Teresa Daniel.
    Theoretically she could be locked up somewhere down there. But I didn't find her. The basement was a warren of spaces carved and blasted out of the rock. Most of them were self-explanatory. There was a furnace room filled with a roaring boiler and a bunch of pipes. There was a laundry room, with a big washing machine sitting high on a wooden table, so it would drain by gravity into a pipe that ran out through the wall at knee height.
    There were storage areas. There were two locked rooms. Their doors were solid. I listened hard but heard nothing from inside them. I knocked gently and got no response.
    I headed back upstairs and met Richard Beck and his mother in the ground-floor hallway.
    Richard had washed his hair and parted it low on the right and swept it sideways so it hung down thickly on the left, to hide his missing ear. It looked like the thing old guys do to hide the fact they're going bald on top. The ambivalence was still there in his face. He looked comfortable in the dark safety of his house, but I could see he also felt a little trapped. He looked pleased enough to see me. Not just because I had saved his ass, but maybe because I was a random representation of the outside world, too.
    "Happy birthday, Mrs. Beck," I said.
    She smiled at me, like she was flattered that I'd remembered. She looked better than she had the day before. She was easily ten years older than me, but I might have paid her some attention if we'd met somewhere by chance, like a bar or a club or on a long train ride.
    "You'll be with us for a while," she said. Then it seemed to dawn on her why I would be with them for a while. I was hiding out there because I had killed a cop. She looked confused and glanced away and moved on through the hallway. Richard went with her and looked back at me, once, over his shoulder. I found the kitchen again. Paulie wasn't there. Zachary Beck was waiting for me instead.
    "What weapons did they have?" he asked. "The guys in the Toyota?"
    "They had Uzis," I said. Stick to the truth, like all good scam artists. "And a grenade."
    "Which Uzis?"
    "The Micros," I said. "The little ones."
    "Magazines?"
    "The short ones. Twenty rounds."
    "Are you absolutely sure?" I nodded.
    "You an expert?"
    "They were designed by an Israeli Army lieutenant," I said. "His name was Uziel Gal. He was a tinkerer. He made all kinds of improvements to the old Czech models 23 and 25 until he had a whole new thing going. This was back in 1949. The original Uzi went into production in 1953. It's franchised to Belgium and Germany. I've seen a few, here and there."
    "And you're absolutely sure these were Micro versions with the short mags?"
    "I'm sure."
    "OK," he said, like it meant something to him. Then he walked out of the kitchen and disappeared. I stood there and thought about the urgency of his questions and the wrinkles in Duke's suit. The combination worried me.
    I found the maid and told her I needed clothes. She showed me a long shopping list and said she was on her way out to the grocery store. I told her I wasn't asking her to go buy me clothes. I told her just to borrow them from somebody. She went red and bobbed her head and said nothing. Then the cook came back from somewhere and took pity on me and fried me some eggs and bacon. And made me some coffee, which put the whole day in a better light. I ate and drank and