tonic?â
Dougherty was pretty sure heâd seen a bottle of Jameson behind the bar, but he was getting tired of explaining the difference between English and Irish so he said, âThanks.â
Caron had a new bottle of Canadian Club for himself. âDonât mention it.â He laughed then and said, âI mean, really, donât mention it.â
Dougherty nodded, taking up the rear of the convoy.
CHAPTER
FOUR
They were getting nowhere. Shaking down every English guy in town whoâd ever been anywhere near a bank when it was robbed â and in Montreal that was a lot of guys â but none of them had anything from the Brinkâs job. Listening to hours of wiretaps from the pay phones at Molly McGuireâs and the Country Palace and the Cock ânâ Bull and the Catâs Den Lounge and the Shack Club got them nothing but a lot of guys cheating on their wives and a lot of women cheating on their husbands.
Dougherty needed something to justify his being put on this team, in plainclothes, doing detective work. He could see Paquette and some other young guys passing him by, and he knew this was the best chance heâd ever get â a big job by English guys, guys from his old neighbourhood in the Point. If he didnât score something on this job, heâd be walking a beat the rest of his life.
Then he ran into Fred Bergman.
Driving home from the office, the 4.07 in the bank building, two in the morning in his own car, nothing on the wiretaps again, Dougherty pulled up behind a â75 Monte Carlo on the Bonaventure Expressway. Six lanes and almost no other cars. He followed the Monte Carlo past the Champlain Bridge and Nunâs Island exit and up around the bend towards the Décarie, and when it took the C ôt e St. Luc Road exit Dougherty knew it was Bergman.
Cavendish was quiet, lined with apartment buildings and two-storey storefronts. When the Monte Carlo stopped at the red light at Cavendish, Dougherty pulled up beside it and rolled down the window of his Mustang.
It took Bergman a second, but then the power window lowered and he said, âWhat do you want, Constable?â
âPull over.â
Bergman shrugged and said, âIâm stopped.â Then he looked more confused and said, âAnd youâre not even on duty.â
âPull over.â Dougherty pointed to the gas station and when the light changed Bergman cut diagonally through the intersection and stopped in front of the dark garage doors. He cut the engine but didnât make a move to get out of the car.
Dougherty pulled up beside the Monte Carlo and got out and walked back to the trunk. He knocked on it like he was knocking on a door.
Bergman got out of the car then and said, âYou look like you want a gold chain. I have some beautiful pieces, just came in.â
âI guess gold doesnât break falling off the truck.â
âYou want a TV,â Bergman said, âI can get you one, Sony Trinitron, all solid state, fifteen-inch portable, five hundred bucks.â
Dougherty said, âI can get it at Eatonâs for five-fifty.â
âThree hundred, then, but I donât make anything.â
âIâm looking for bonds,â Dougherty said. âAnd Olympic coins. And cash, about two million dollars.â
Bergman laughed. He was a big man, had a big belly anyway, but he wasnât as tall as Dougherty. He said, âYou think I look like a guy who has two million bucks, Constable?â Then he looked Dougherty up and down and said, âThey make you a detective?â
Dougherty ignored that and said, âI think youâre smart enough not to start throwing a lot of cash around. I think youâd lie low for a while, pretend like nothing changed for you, go about your business.â
âHow can I go about my business,â Bergman said, âif I keep getting pulled over by the cops?â He put the key in the lock and opened
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