"No," I said. "Not everything. Not where the book is or who killed the Wexlers and Kit."

"Kit's dead? Since when?"

"Probably the same time the white folks got it."

Brown's cheek jumped from an involuntary tic, but that seemed to come from the nervousness descending on him and not guilt.

"I need some water," he said.

I poured a gla.s.s from my private sink and handed it to him. He took a wax paper packet from his pants pocket and poured a foul-looking powder into the gla.s.s. He drank it down in one big gulp, after which he grimaced and coughed.

"What's that?" Fearless asked.

"Medicine," Brown said.

"Doctor give you that? In wax paper?"

"No. Witch woman from down in Louisiana."

"Not Mama Jo?" Fearless asked.

"Yeah. How you know that?"

"Jo's famous, man. She got people comin' all the way from South America to get her cures."

In just the few moments it took them to speak Brown began to calm down.

"Yeah," he said. "I got this nerves thing that f.u.c.ks me up. Sometimes I get so crazy that I could put my fist through a brick wall, and then sometimes I might be so sad that all I can do is cry and sleep. Doctors couldn't do a thing. But Mama Jo had me out there in her swamp house for three days, and when I left she give me these packets and says take one if I feel the lows comin' on. I could still feel it for a while but it don't get to me."

"About the book," I said.

"Yeah. Yeah. I found out that Kit was stayin' here, so I moved in hopin' to get a hint about where he put it."

"Why's he holdin' on to it in the first place?"

"I don't know for sure but the best bet's money," Brown said. "BB said too much about what that book was worth, so Kit decided that he didn't need no partner."

"And what about you?" Fearless asked.

"What about me?"

"Are you crazy or what? Are you workin' with that white man worked over Charlotta and tryin' to put it over on us too?"

Fearless was dumb as a post when it came to letters and other intellectual concerns. He couldn't follow an eighth-grade fairy tale. But he knew people, at least most people. He understood the workings of the heart. But his greatest knowledge was at those moments when he was aware of what he didn't know, when he looked into a darkness that even his bright soul could not illuminate. Brown was such an anomaly. He was a cipher, a man without even a proper name.

Brown grinned, then he chuckled. He was used to hiding when he was standing in plain sight. I felt then that I was seeing him for the first time.

"I've done some bad things, Fearless," Brown said. "Things I'm not proud of and things could put me under the jailhouse. But since I been takin' these herbs and whatnot I haven't lost control for a moment. And you know I'd have to be crazy to be killin' white people ain't done nuthin' to me."

You could have spent a year interpreting Brown's simple declaration. There was a Bedlam and an Alcatraz, maybe even a gallows, woven in between the lines. But all of that was unnecessary, because Fearless listened to him and then nodded as if to say, This man has got the job. This man has got the job.

"So what do you know that we don't?" I asked.

"What's your business in this first?" Brown asked back.

"We have been offered a lot of money," I said. "But mainly I just wanna know that I'm not gonna get squashed by some man thinks I've done him harm."

"Well, that last part is okay," Brown said. "But I don't know about the money. What I plan to do is get the book and give it to Leora so that she can work out a deal to keep her aunt off our back."

"We might could work that together," I said. "We take a little less money and Miss Fine gets her prized possession."

"I don't know," Brown said. "I don't think I could go along with that. I mean, what if Miss Fine does business with you and then give us the shaft?"

"What if we find the book and you didn't wanna work with us?" I replied. "This way we both got coverage. Me and Fearless get some money and peace'a mind and you get a happy family."

"But how do we trust each other, man?"

"You can trust me," Fearless said. "Whatever it is Paris says, I'll make sure that it's true."

Brown's smile made it to his eyes for the first time.

"Okay, Brother Fearless. All right. You give me your word and I'll take it. But you know I don't know a whole lot. Oscar called me a week ago and said that he needed my help. Leora was already out here to get Son back from Winifred. At first I was worried that somethin' happened to her or Son, but then Oscar told me that Bartholomew had sent some man in to kidnap Son, that he knew about it because he was in it with Leora. But then the man took Son also stoled their family book. Now he was callin' and sayin' that he wanted fifty thousand dollars for it."

"Kit?"

"Yeah. BB had been in it but Kit cut him out."

"What about the Wexlers?"

"Kit told Oscar that he had a white man wanted to buy the book already. He was ready to spend almost fifty. He told Oscar that he had to have the money in three days or the white man was gonna get the book and Winifred would come down on everybody."

"What'd he mean by that?"

"Oscar was in it with BB and Kit in the first place. He set it up so that Kit could take Son. But he didn't know about the rest."

"And you run down here from Chi?" Fearless asked.

"Yeah. I was waitin' for Leora and Son. But she didn't come because Oscar had called her too. I took the train and started lookin' for Kit. I heard that he was at this rooming house, so I came here. They told me about him and Charlotta, so I kept my eye on her."

"Don't make no sense," I said.

"What?"

"Why would Kit waste his time on Oscar if there was somebody wanted to buy the book already? I mean, the white man had to be Maestro Wexler or his son. They got almost fifty thousand dollars layin' around in the closet. Why give Oscar time to raise the money?"

"Maybe because he killed the kids," Fearless said.

"Kit's been dead too long for that," I said. "Same man killed him probably killed them too."

"You right, Thad-I mean Paris," Brown said. "Why would Kit waste time with Oscar? I mean, Winifred had already went to the police because'a the necklace."

"She didn't tell the cops about Son?" I asked our new ally.

"No. She was afraid that the cops would wanna know where his parents were."

"I don't get it," Fearless said. "If this book is the big thing, why Kit wanna mess around with a hot necklace?"

It was a good question, reminding me that Fearless was a thinker too.

"Oscar let Kit take the necklace. That was what they agreed on to pay Kit for his taking Son."

"So Kit had to take the choker in order to keep Oscar and Leora from suspecting about the book," I said.

"Yeah. Oscar promised to pretend that the emerald got misplaced," Brown added. "But once he realized about the book, he told Winifred that Kit stole the necklace."

"Somethin' must'a gone wrong on Kit's side," I said. "Somehow Lance was in trouble and Kit needed to get his money fast. He leaned on Oscar but instead Oscar put you and Leora on the case. Maybe he was thinkin' that Leora could set him up and then he'd send you in to take him down."

"Yeah," Brown said. "That was it. And Oscar told Winnie what he wanted her to know. That way she could get after them without knowing about the book."

"And that's where Milo comes in," I said.

"Who?" asked Brown.

"A man we know that Winifred hired."

"Who do you think it was beat up Charlotta?" Brown asked me.

"He doesn't sound like one of Wexler's men," I said. "But I don't know. Wexler could have a hundred men workin' for him. I guess it could be that Oscar is lyin' to us. He lied to his sister."

"So you think he took the book?"

"Naw. That wouldn't make any sense," I said, knowing that I had the book in the trunk of Fearless's car.

"You guys finished yammerin'?" Fearless asked with a yawn. "'Cause you know I'm tired."

We broke up then. Brown went to his room and we went down to the car.

DeLois was asleep in the backseat.

She looked so peaceful there with her hands folded together under her cheek, her breath coming slowly and deep. She might have been a troubled child but sleep came to her, a gift from a milder deity than the one that governed my fitful world.

38.

FEARLESS DROVE US to Ambrosia's house. DeLois slept the whole way. I told Fearless that I'd drive her home because he'd been nodding at the wheel. But when he wanted me to take my car I balked. to Ambrosia's house. DeLois slept the whole way. I told Fearless that I'd drive her home because he'd been nodding at the wheel. But when he wanted me to take my car I balked.

"Why bother taking my car outta the garage?" I reasoned. "I could just hold on to yours."

"Not mine, Paris-Ambrosia's. Don't worry, man. I ain't gonna lose the money. And sure as h.e.l.l ain't n.o.body gonna take it from me."

He was right. The money and the book would be safer with him.

I woke DeLois up and led her to my car. She was groggy but trusting. Fearless kissed her on the cheek and told her that I'd drive her home.

In my car again I opened the window so that DeLois would wake up with the fresh air.

"Where you live exactly?" I asked her when she finally sat upright.

"Over near Adams and Hoover."

I guided the car in that direction.

"You got a cigarette, Mr. Minton?"

I fished out two and handed them to her.

"Light me one too," I said.

There's nothing quite like a woman lighting your cigarette for the immediate feeling of intimacy. Putting the filtered tip in my mouth she touched my lower lip with her fingertips.

"What you and Fearless doin' in Miss Moore's house?" she asked me.

"Gettin' into trouble I guess."

"I guess if you gonna get into trouble you might as well do it with Fearless Jones," she said and then giggled. "He sure did make that fat man sweat."

"What were you you doin' in Miss Moore's place?" doin' in Miss Moore's place?"

"Maybe I live there."

"Maybe," I said. "But you don't."

"How you know I don't?"

"Because I took a room there a few days ago and I had dinner with the whole houseful. You weren't there. And if you did live there, then why am I driving you home?"

DeLois's face wasn't small but it was pet.i.te. She pouted and then brought the cigarette to her lips.

"You know," she said.

"Somebody send you in there to Melvin?"

"Naw. It's just this bar I go to sometimes where he go too. He always tryin' to mess wit' me, but you know I always tell 'im to go on."