Leo sighed and leaned back in his chair.
“I always have known you were a sharp one Grace, sorry, Veronica. You seemed it from the first time we spoke and I still see it now.” He ran a hand through his thinning hair and then told her about his misadventure at Crombie’s. When he was finished Veronica laughed and then stared at him for a few moments, blowing smoke into his face.
“Damn Leo, that story sure don’t say much about your level of talent, does it?” Before he could reply she went on. “You know, when I saw you out there, going past me on the sidewalk, well I had an inkling that you might be chasing me down. I wasn’t too sure if that was a good thing or not but I followed you figuring we might at least get into business together, if you happened to be interested in such a thing.” She paused again, blew more smoke and finished with, “But now I’m not so sure.”
Leo blushed deeply, pulled his glasses off and looked at the floor. He was embarrassed, exposed again as a failure in the criminal world, and it quickly turned into anger.
“Damn it, don’t be thinking I’m some Dumb Dora! I cased that place good and had a plan. How was I to know,”
“You can’t know sometimes,” Veronica interrupted, “but that just was not a good plan. Who makes a trial run to steal one box and check out what’s inside? You figure out what’s in the boxes and then either pass or steal them all. It’s that simple. It was a dumb move, Leo, real dumb.”
“Damn it!” Leo slammed his right fist into his left hand. “I know what I’m doing Grace. I can run some business with you.” He returned his glasses to his face and looked up to see Veronica smiling at him.
“You are sensitive aren’t you Leo? And you need to stop calling me Grace.”
“Sorry,” he replied, “just don’t, well, don’t go making me out like some kind of idiot. We can do business, I can do this.”
She waited again, and as she did so Leo’s face retuned to its normal color and he composed himself, leaning back in the chair and closing his eyes for a few moments. Veronica eyed him while continuing to smoke her cigar, her brow furrowed as she calculated what to do. Finally she reached over and touched knee.
“Yes, well maybe we can at that. I think you just might be useful despite all your tall tales about Kansas City.” Leo started to blush again but she reassured him. “It’s alright, we all do it, little exaggerations here and there to make ourselves look tougher or meaner or whatever. You don’t seem to have had much success so far but maybe you’re just unlucky, or maybe you just need a good partner. I’ll come by on Monday and pick you up around five.” She then reached over and dropped her cigar into the glass of water which had remained untouched during their conversation.
“Where are we going?” Leo asked.
Leo stared back blankly but Veronica exited his room saying, “Just be ready on Monday.”
After she left he leaned back and closed his eyes again. Even though he had composed himself fairly well, the entire conversation he had just had was still running through his mind. There was anger inside of him both for the way Veronica had laughed at him and also at his own criminal failings. He was even mad at himself for getting mad, knowing that his outburst only made him look weaker. He should have laughed back at her and just told her what they were going to do. That would be the way a real hard-boiled man would have handled it. Thinking about it did not resolve much though and he kept going over it in his head until he fell asleep in the chair.
He awoke around midnight, neck stiff and back sore from sleeping in such an awkward position and stayed up until daylight, this time thinking about what kind of business might be good for him and Veronica. He wanted to show her he was in charge and could come up with a plan. After eating breakfast he asked the hotel manager where Plumb’s was and then walked over to check out the place, determined to know where he was going before Veronica picked him up. Maybe that would even give him some ideas for developing a plan of action. He was disappointed though when he got there as it was just a simple cigar shop, full of the usual supplies and accessories. Could she really be picking him up to go buy cigars? Surely this was not a place she planned on robbing? Maybe he was the brains of their new venture after all. Leo poked around a little in the store but did not buy anything, giving a curt “Just looking,” response to the old man behind the counter who offered to assist him. He left and kept walking, trying to come up with ideas and although a few came to him none seemed good enough to present to Veronica. After an hour of walking he returned to the Governor, toes cold and ears hurting a little from the biting wind outside that day. As he passed the desk the manager he had spoken to in the morning called out to him.
“Enjoy yourself at Plumb’s?” the man asked, a slightly mischievous twinkle in his eye.
Leo, thinking the man was in on some joke against him, just glared back and returned to his room. He stayed in that weekend, writing down plans and then crumpling each one up and throwing it into the fireplace. Veronica’s laugh echoed in his head constantly and he could see her scoffing at each one as not good enough, or stupid, or silly, or any other reason she could come up with to put him down. It was not a very good way to start a criminal venture and he began to regret ever coming to Olympia. He needed money though and realized he could not come up with a good enough plan on his own. Veronica was going to be necessary. By the time she picked him up on Monday he was resigned to that fact, determined to make the best of it for awhile and then see what happened. Veronica was all dressed up when she arrived, looking about as good as Leo could have imagined.
“A bit fancy for cigar shopping?” Leo inquired.
She laughed before replying. “You’re quite the detective, huh? But you missed the picture entirely my dear. We’re going drinking Leo, not shopping. It’s going to be quite a toot so I hope you’re ready for it.”
…to be continued