Thursday, January 26, 2012

Family Business


              “When are we going to get there?” asked Lucy looking up from under the brim of her hat.
                  “Honey,” said Daniel, not even bothering to look at his daughter as he answered the question for what felt like the millionth time, “Just a few minutes, we’ll get there when we get there.”
He pulled his hat over his eyes and slouched into his corner seat. “Daddy’s very tired honey, let him get a little rest.” He tried to pull his suit around him like a blanket. Once again the subway car was filled with the rustling of newspapers and the squeaking and clacking of the car as it cut through the subterranean passage.
                  Then Lucy’s voice filled his ears. “But Daddy, the sun only just came up.” Her voice was so full of excitement that she was almost yelling. “You can’t be tired.” Daniel lifted the rim of his hat with his thumb to look at Lucy. The woman reading the paper next to her shot him a dirty look, and then quickly covered her face with the paper again, so only the feathers of her decadent hat were visible.
                  He shushed his daughter.  “You can ask all the questions you want after we see Uncle Mike. Just please try to be quiet.”
                  Lucy leaned in close, and whispered, “Why are you so tired?”
                  Daniel rubbed both his eyes with his open hand. “Look, Lucy, this isn’t sleepy tired. Sometimes grown-ups have lots of things to do and think about, and they need a little rest.”
                  The subway came to a stop and the floor turned into a beehive of activity as people shuffled in and out of the doors. “Now are we there?” asked Lucy, already scooting herself off of her seat to the floor of the car.
                  “No, Uncle Mike lives a few more stops away.” Daniel leaned forward, coming to terms with the fact that he would not be able to get some peace.
                  Lucy slid back into her seat. “Why are we going to Uncle Mike’s?”
     “I’ve got to talk about important grown-up things with Uncle Mike, the things that are making daddy tired.” He then looked at Lucy directly and snapped, “You’re only coming because your mother is too busy.”  The train once again filled with silence, and Daniel slouched back into the corner and shut his eyes for the remainder of the trip.
~
                  Mike’s house looked like any other on the block: it was a two story red brick row house. The only distinctive feature was the Rolls Royce parked on the curb outside, as well as the red roses that grew in the yard.
                  Daniel dragged Lucy up to the front door and gave a solid knock on the door. There was the sound of soft footsteps, followed by the clicking of several deadbolts being unlocked, and then the creaking of un-oiled hinges.
                  “Danny!” Mike’s face appeared from behind the door—almost a mirror image of Daniel’s, save for the fact that it was fuller and complete with a thin mustache. “How’s my little baby brother?” He put out his hand for a handshake, then laughed and embraced Daniel. “You were just the man I was hoping to see.” He then noticed Lucy peeking out from behind Daniel’s legs. “And if it isn’t my darling niece Lucy.” He cracked a big smile and bent his knees slightly to face her. “How’s it going kid?”
                  Lucy shied away and wrinkled her face in disgust. Daniel nudged her out in front of him.
                  “Come on, quit being so rude. I couldn’t get you to shut up on the way over here,” he said with a chuckle.
                  “I’m sure she’s tired. Why don’t we go in and talk business.”
                  He held the door and motioned them into his home, which was decorated with dark hardwood floors, and matching handrails and crown molding. The walls were lined with faded wallpaper and green paint that looked almost black in the dim lighting. The three walked past the stairs into the back room. Inside, there was a big mahogany desk and three leather chairs, two in front and one behind the desk. Thick green and red curtains were drawn over the window.
                  “Sit. Sit.” Mike walked around the desk and sank back into his chair to face Daniel. “You know it’s been so long. I was hoping I could see you.” He opened a drawer in the desk and pulled out a wallet sized gold case. He popped it open with the motion of a thumb and revealed a row of brown cigars, and held them up to Daniel.
                  “No thanks. I don’t smoke.”
                  “You haven’t changed a bit. Always playing it safe.” Mike pulled out a matchbox and struck a match, casting a circular pattern of shadows as the match sparked to life. “What brings you here?” He brought the flame to the cigar in his mouth, his eyes not even wavering from Daniel. “I thought you wanted nothing to do with me.”
                  “Well…” Daniel swallowed some nonexistent bite of food as he paused. “I need some financial help.”
                  Mike turned to Lucy. “Lucy, why don’t you go sit outside.” Lucy slide out of her seat and disappeared around the corner.
                  Mike smirked. “I knew you came to talk business, I could see it in your face.” His jovial smile was gone. “The food distribution business not working out for you?  Why don’t you go to a bank? There are a few still open you know.”
                  “Times are changing. I’ve been in dire straits, and I have nowhere to turn.”
                  “That’s rich. Little Danny is the moral one in the family until it comes time to pay the bills.” Mike leaned back in his chair. “Well look, I can’t go around playing banker.  I’m broke too. The majority of my business lived and died with the Volstead Act. However . . .” He began to open his drawer. “I may just have an opportunity for you.”
“I’m not getting into the business.”
“Well then you’re going bankrupt.” Mike leaned forward across the desk so the odor of his cigar became unbearably strong, his eyes fixed on Daniel’s. “Look, Daniel, I’m going to offer you a job. If you read the papers you would know that there are people out in the streets who would kill for a job, legal or otherwise.”
Mike stood up and walked over to some shelves that ran across the wall of the office. He picked up a photograph of a thin mustached man with two nearly identical boys standing next to him. “Lucy seems like a nice girl. Don’t you want her to have a nice life?” He paused for a second, setting the picture down. He faced Daniel, who hadn’t moved since the meeting began. “You don’t want her to live the life we had, do you? The business made the Lynch family what it is today. You can hide behind your veil of respectability all you want, Danny, but the business is the reason why you aren’t some tenement wage slave like Grandad. You owe your life to it.”
For a just a moment the room was silent as the two brothers locked eyes through the smoke filled air. Then Daniel let out a sigh. “What do you want?”
Mike returned to the desk and lifted a white envelope out of the drawer. “I need you to start hauling more than fruit around in your trucks.” He dropped the envelope onto the desk. “In that envelope are two addresses: your pick-up and drop off point. Do it next Saturday. Ask for Eli at the first location.”
“What am I hauling?”
“New associates don’t get to know, even if they are family. But it’ll get you five grand for your trouble.” He offered his hand out. “Welcome to the business kid.”
~
Lucy and Daniel walked along red brick rowhouses back towards the subway station. Daniel kept his hands in his pockets, continually running his fingers in small circles around the envelope.
Lucy broke the silence. “I don’t like Uncle Mike.” She was looking up, seeking out eye contact from her father. “He smells funny, has greasy hair, and I don’t think he means it when he smiles and laughs like that.”
Daniel’s eyes remained fixed on the green lamp and the descending stairs at the end of the block. “Lucy, you should be thankful that you have an uncle like Mike. He is helping our family out.”
“What did you talk about? Why couldn’t I hear?”
“Grownup things honey.”
“Well I don’t trust Uncle Mike. We should remove him from the family.”
Daniel’s mouth cracked into a smile. “Well, we can’t do that Lucy. Family is forever.”
~
Daniel told no one about the details of the meeting with his brother. He continued to drive his truck around town, making deliveries. Two days before the run he drove by the first address, a normal looking warehouse, just to make sure he knew where it was.
Then Saturday came. At eleven o’clock, Daniel took the truck out to the warehouse and pulled up to the loading gate. There was just the red glow of a cigarette coming from a crevasse in the side of the building. A man in a trench coat and hat crept forward out of the darkness as Daniel unrolled the window.
“Hey this is private property pal. You can’t just. . .” The man stopped and looked carefully into Daniel’s face. Then he broke out into laughter. “You Danny? Right? ”
“Yeah.  You’re Eli?”
“Damn, for a split second I thought you were the boss himself.” He handed Daniel a briefcase through the window. “That’s all there is.” Eli dropped the cigarette on the ground and opened the nearby garage door on the warehouse. “Stay safe pal.” The door shut.
Daniel drove away a few blocks, continually looking in his rearview mirror as he drove, and took a right onto a narrow street. He popped the case open. In the lamp light that shone through his window he could make out rows of one hundred dollar bills, neatly stacked and wrapped, all facing the same direction.
He sat silently in the car and looked over toward the direction of his house. A continuously looping movie kept playing in his head, where he would speed home, wake his family, and drive all night until he hit Canada. Or maybe he would try to make it to Mexico. Sometimes Mike caught up with him. Other times he got away clean.
 He started the ignition and slammed the case shut, his palms sweating. He managed to drive a few more blocks before stopping on the side of the road again. For ten minutes his eyes traced the outline of the case. He then slid the briefcase under the passenger seat, and fumbled around in his jacket pocket for the envelope. He slid the paper out of the envelope his brother had given him and set it on the dashboard. He sat up straight, and drove north out of the Manhattan.
Daniel continued out of the city on the main highway for almost an hour, and then took a backcountry road out into a forest. Daniel could barely see out in front of him as his head lights bounced up and down along the road. He continued deeper and deeper into the forest, towards the old farmhouse where he was to make the delivery, until the forest became suddenly filled with bright light and the roar of machine guns.
~
“Hey boss, you made the headlines.” Eli plopped the newspaper onto the mahogany desk. The headline read: MAD MIKE DEAD. The small print below the picture of the bullet ridden car described the exploits of the former bootlegger—how he flooded New York with cheap liquor, how he set up an organization so vast and complex that he remained untouchable, how he was suspected of directing around forty murders during the height of the illegal alcohol trade- in five neat, concise paragraphs, followed by a summary of his untimely death at the hands of rival gangsters. The FBI was now investigating the nature of his trip in hopes of finally cracking his wide criminal syndicate, but since only a briefcase stuffed with counterfeit bills was found, there were no promising leads.
“Our father used to think we looked like twins.” Mike took another puff of his cigar.  “The Gambinos and the Police must have too.” He laughed and put his feet up on the desk.  “Eli, are the train tickets in order?”
“Yeah.”
“I need a quick shave and then I think we’re good to go.”
“Don’t you think anyone will figure it all out?”
 “Not right away. The Gambino’s snitch is getting swimming lessons in the East River.” He rolled the cigar between his thumb and index finger, examining it. “I’ve sent some people out to take care of the other loose ends. Daniel liked to keep himself distant from the business; only his family would know the connection.” He snuffed the cigar out on the desk as he stood up. “But the time people wise up to fact I’m alive and well, we’ll be long gone.”
He walked over to the photo again and picked it up. “I always knew Danny would end up serving the business. You know Eli, there’s something that my father used to say that Danny never understood: ‘You can’t change where you come from. Family is forever.’”

-Brandon Carlson

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