"Larry says he knows you," Byrnes lied.
"Who's Larry?"
"My son."
"Yeah? Lots of guys know me who I don't know. I'm popular."
"Why? Because you're pushing junk?"
"Only thing I ever pushed was my sister's baby carriage. Get off that kick, cop. It leads nowhere."
"Let's try another kick, Collins. Let's try cards."
"What about them? Want to play some?"
"You ever play cards?"
"Sure, I do."
"You ever play with a kid named Batman Di Luca?"
"Sure."
"Who else was in that game?"
"Which game?"
"The night you played."
"I played cards with Batman a lot. He can't play to save his ass. I always win."
"What's a gunsel, Collins?"
"Huh?"
"A gunsel."
"Oh." Again, Collins blinked. "A guy who's hired to wash somebody."
"Pronounce it."
"Gunsel. Say, what is this, an English class?"
"When did you find out what a gunsel was?"
"I always knew."
"You found out that night of the card game, didn't you?"
"No, I didn't. I always knew."
"Which night, Collins?"
"Huh?"
"You said you knew what a gunsel was before that night of the card game. Which night are we talking about?"
"The… the last time we played, I guess."
"And when was that?"
"About… about two weeks ago."
"And who played?"
"Me, Batman, and another guy."
"Who was the third guy?"
"I don't remember."
"Batman says you brought him down."
"Me? No, it was Batman. I think he was a friend of Batman's."
"He wasn't, and he isn't. Why are you protecting him, Collins?"
"I ain't protecting nobody. I don't even know who the guy was. Listen, I'd still like to know what you're driving at. You guys think-"
"Shut up!"
"Well, I got a right-"
"What happened on that night of the card game?"
"Nothing."
"Who first mentioned the word 'gunsel'?"
"I never heard it mentioned."
"Then why'd you mispronounce it?"
"I didn't mispronounce it."
"You pronounced it correctly?"
"Sure, I did."
"How'd you pronounce it?"
"Gunsel."
"When was this?"
"The night we…" Collins stopped. "
"You said it wasn't mentioned on the night of the game."
"I said I never heard it. Maybe it was mentioned, how should I know?"
"If it wasn't mentioned, where'd you get the nickname 'Gonzo'?"
"Gonzo? Who's got a nickname Gonzo? Everybody calls me Dickie."
"Except those three kids who came to make the buy from you."
"Oh? Well, that explains it. You've got the wrong guy. You're looking for a Gonzo. My name is Dickie. Collins. Hey, maybe that's where you slipped up. Collins and Gonzo sound a little-"
"All right, let's cut the crap," Havilland said sharply.
"Well, I…"
"We know what happened at the card game. We know all about the gunsel routine and the way you goofed and called it 'gonzo' and the way it brought down the house, and the way you were called Gonzo the rest of the night Batman told us all about it, and Batman'll swear to it. We figure the rest like this, pal. We figure you used the Gonzo tag when you took over Hernandez' trade because you didn't figure it was wise to identify your own name with your identity as a pusher. Okay, so these kids were looking for Gonzo, and they found him, and one of them bought a sixteenth from you, and he'll swear to that, too. Now how about the rest?"
"What rest?"
"How about the cop you shot?"
"What?"
"How about that rope you put around Hernandez' neck?"
"What?"
"How about the slash job you did on Maria?"
"Listen, listen, I didn't-"
"How about shoving that old lady down the airshaft?"
"Me? Holy Jesus, I didn't do-"
"Which one did you do?"
"None of them! Holy Jesus, what do you take me for?"
"You shot that cop, Gonzo!"
"No, I didn't."
"We know you did. He told us."
"He told you nothing."
"Who?"
"This cop, whoever you're talking about. He couldn't have said it was me because I had nothing to do with it."
"You've got a lot to do with all of this, Gonzo."
"Stop calling me Gonzo. My name's Dickie."
"Okay,
"Don't be stupid!"
"Then why?" Byrnes shouted. "To drag my son in on it? How'd Larry's fingerprints get on that syringe?"
"How do I know? What syringe?"
"The syringe found with Hernandez."
"I didn't know there was one."
"There was. How'd you swing it?"
"I didn't."
"Were you trying to frame my son for this?"
"Stop harping on your son. Your son can go drop dead, for all I care."
"Who's the man that calls me, Gonzo?"
"I didn't know anybody called you Gonzo."
"Look, you rotten punk…"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Somebody called to tell me about my son and that syringe. Somebody's got something on his mind. Was he the guy at that card game?"
"I don't know who that guy was."
"The same guy who called me, isn't he?"
"I don't know who calls you."
"The guy who helped you kill Hernandez, isn't he?"
"I didn't kill anybody."
"And Maria, and the old lady…"
"I didn't kill anybody."
"You killed a cop," Willis snapped.
"Is he dead?" Collins asked.
The room was suddenly very quiet.
"What's wrong with that?" Collins said.
"You tell us, pal."
"You told me a cop got shot. You didn't say he was dead."
"No, we didn't."
"Okay, so how was I supposed to know about the goddamn bull? You didn't say he was dead, only that he got shot."
