Chapter Fifteen

H ey Archie, " Emile Janza called.

" Yes, Emile. "

" You still got the picture? "

" What picture? " Suppressing a smile.

" You know what picture. "

" Oh, that picture. Yes, Emile, I still have it. "

" I don't suppose it's for sale, Archie. "

" Not for sale, Emile. What would you want with that picture, anyway? To tell the truth, Emile, it's not the greatest picture ever taken of you. I mean, you're not even smiling or anything. There's this funny look on your face. But you're not smiling, Emile. "

There was a funny look on Emile Janza's face right at this moment and he wasn't smiling now either. Anyone else but Archie would have been intimidated by that look.

" Where do you keep the picture, Archie? "

" It's safe, Emile. Very safe. "

" That's good. "

Archie wondered, should I tell him the truth about the picture? He knew that Emile Janza could be a dangerous enemy. On the other hand, the photograph also could be used as a weapon.

" Tell you what, Emile, " Archie said. " Someday you might be able to get the photograph all for yourself. "

Janza flipped his cigarette against a tree and watched the butt ricochet into the gutter. He withdrew a package from his pocket, discovered it was empty and tossed it away, watching the breeze move it along on the sidewalk. Emile Janza didn't care about keeping America beautiful.

" How can I get the photograph, Archie? "

" Well, you won't have to buy it, Emile. "

" You mean you'd give it to me? There must be a catch, Archie. "

" There is, Emile. But nothing you can't handle when the time comes. "

" You let me know when the time comes. Okay, Archie? " Emile asked, giggling his foolish giggle.

" You'll be the first to know, " Archie said.

The tone of their conversation had been light, bantering, but Archie knew that Emile was deadly serious underneath. Archie also knew that Janza would be willing to practically murder him in his sleep to get his hot hands on the picture. And the terrible irony — there was no picture after all. Archie had merely taken advantage of a ridiculous situation. What happened was this: Archie had cut a class and glided through the corridor, evading the brothers. Moving past an open locker, he'd spotted a camera dangling from one of the coat hooks. Automatically, Archie had taken the camera. He wasn't a thief, of course. He figured he'd merely abandon it somewhere so that the owner, whoever he was, would have to chase around the school looking for it. Stepping into the men's room to grab a quick smoke, Archie had pulled open the door to one of the stalls and confronted Janza sitting there, pants dropping on the floor, one hand furiously at work between his legs. Arthie lifted the camera and pretended to take a picture, yelling " Hold it. "

" Beautiful, " Archie had called.

Janza had been too shocked and surprised to react quickly. By the time he had recovered, Archie was at the doorway, poised to flee if Janza made a move.

" Better hand over that camera, " Janza called.

" If you're going to jack off in a toilet, at least lock your door, " Archie taunted.

" The lock's broken, " Emile, replied. " All the locks are broken. "

" Well, don't worry, Emile. Your secret is safe with me. "

Now Janza turned from Archie and spotted a freshman hurrying across the street, evidently worried because he was afraid of being late for classes. It took a year or two to develop the timing that allowed you to linger until the last possible moment at the doorway.

" Hey, freshman, " Janza called.

The kid looked up, panic-stricken, when he saw Janza.

" Afraid you're going to be late? "

The kid gulped, nodding his head.

" Have no fear, freshman. "

The final whistle blew. Exactly forty-five seconds to make it to homerooms.

" I'm all out of cigarettes, " Emile declared, patting his pockets.

Archie smiled, knowing what Janza planned. Janza considered himself a candidate for The Vigils and he was always trying to impress Archie.

" What I'd like, kid, is for you to run over to Baker's and buy me a pack of cigarettes. "

" I haven't got any money, " the boy protested. " And I'll be late for school. "

" That's life, kid. That's the way it goes. Heads I win, tails you lose. If you haven't got the money, steal the smokes. Or borrow the money. Just meet me at lunch with the cigarettes. Any brand. Emile Janza's not fussy. " Tossing in his name so that the kid would know who he was dealing with in the event he hadn't been tipped off about Emile Janza.

Archie lingered, knowing he was flirting with a tardy rap. But he was fascinated by Janza, crude and gross as he was. The world was made up of two kinds of people — those who were victims and those who victimized. There was no doubt about Janza's category. No doubt about himself, either. And no doubt about the kid, taking off down the hill, tears spilling onto his cheeks as he turned away.

" He's got the money, Archie, " Emile said. " Don't you figure he's got the money and was lying through his teeth? "

" I'll bet you also kick old ladies down the stairs and trip cripples on the street, " Archie said.

Janza giggled.

The giggle chilled Archie who himself was considered capable of hurting little old ladies and tripping cripples.