Read Bad Boy Brawly Brown Online
Authors: Walter Mosley
“About eight o’clock.”
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“Go out and tell him I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
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IFTEEN MINUTES LATER
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small living room. John was standing there looking like a fish 10
out of water in his overalls and work boots.
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“Easy.”
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“What can I do for you, John?”
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“I need your help.”
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“Didn’t we already have this talk yesterday?” I asked.
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John shifted his shoulders, looking all the more uncomfortable.
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“You want some coffee or something to eat?” I asked him.
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“I got to get down to the lots.”
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“Come on in the kitchen anyway. I just woke up.”
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“I ain’t got time to fool around, Easy. I need your help and I need 20
it now.”
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I turned my back on him and went into the kitchen.
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I always liked the kitchen in the morning because that’s when 23
the sun flooded the windows. While I was filling the percolator with 24
tap water, John walked in.
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“Hey, man,” he said. “I’m sorry. I know you just woke up, but 26
things got worse overnight.”
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He slumped down on one of the kitchen chairs as I measured 28
out four level tablespoons of MJB.
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“What happened?”
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“It’s Brawly. I think he might’a killed somebody.”
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“Who?”
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“You remember Alva told you about her ex-husband?”
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“Yeah.”
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“He was killed yesterday at her cousin Isolda’s house.”
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“How you know that Brawly did it?” I asked.
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“I don’t know. It’s Isolda. She called Alva last night, only Alva 7
wouldn’t talk to her, so instead I got on the line.”
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“Yeah?”
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“She said that Brawly and his father had had a big fight and that 10
she was tryin’ to keep ’em apart but she had to go away and she thinks 11
that they run into each other at her house.”
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“So she didn’t actually see Brawly kill Aldridge,” I said.
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“I don’t know,” John said. “I don’t know what that woman saw 14
and what she didn’t. All I know is that Alva’s takin’ it bad and I’m 15
worried about her. I’m real worried.”
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“About what exactly?”
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A shadow moved over John’s already dark visage. I got the feeling 18
that he was about to say something and then decided against it.
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“Easy, just go talk to Isolda. Okay? She’s holed up in a place 20
down off Alameda. Just go talk to her. And if you can shake Brawly 21
loose someplace, call me and tell me where he is. I’ll take care of the 22
rest.”
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“All right. Gimme the address and I’ll see what she has to say.”
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When it came down to it, I couldn’t send John away. I’d been in a 25
few tight spots in my time and he had never turned his back on me.
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“You want me to go with you?”
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“No. You go back to your lots. Put up some timber for me. I’ll 28
talk to Isolda and I’ll find Brawly, too.”
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known him better, I would have thought that he wanted to kill me.
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That’s how hard love was for all black men at one time.
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ELLO?” HE SAID,
answering the phone on the seventeenth 3
ring.
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“Jackson?”
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“Easy?” I could hear his fear through the line. “Easy, how’d you 6
get my number?”
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“I always got your number, Jackson. I always got it.”
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He was looking around, I was sure, worried that I might be at 9
some window or at his front door.
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“Don’t worry, Jackson. I ain’t hidin’ outside your front door.” I 11
paused. “I ain’t at the back door, neither.”
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“I was lookin’ out the window, man,” he said. “You cain’t fool me.”
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“Where’s Jesus’s money, Jackson?”
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“Say what?”
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“You heard me, man. Where’s the two hundred forty-two dollars 16
you took out from under his bed?”
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“Wasn’t no two hundred dollars up under there,” Jackson whined.
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“Shit. Not even one-forty.”
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Jackson Blue was by far the most intelligent person I had ever 20
known but if he was rattled, he could be fooled by a child.
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“I want the boy’s money,” I said.
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Jackson had been our houseguest for a few days when he was on 23
the run from some Westside gangsters. He was playing a numbers 24
game in their territory and they wanted a few ounces of flesh. I 25
thought I was doing him a favor until he disappeared with Jesus’s sav-26
ings can.
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“All right. Okay, man,” Jackson said. “I just borrowed it, anyway.
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You know them men was out after me. They still are.”
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“I could come by and pick it up,” I said.
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ways in trouble, always around the hardest of hard men. But still, he 2
was afraid of his own shadow.
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“Where you get my number, Easy?”
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Jackson was a brilliant thinker and as well read as many a uni-5
versity professor, but when it came to reading people, he hadn’t 6
made it through the first grade.
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He had a girl who he bragged on, name of Charlene Lorraine.
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Charlene liked the cowardly Jackson for some crazy reason and let 9
him share her bed now and then. She liked him but didn’t respect or 10
fear or care about him in any way. I gave her twenty dollars only two 11
weeks after the day Raymond Alexander and John F. Kennedy were 12
shot. She gave me Jackson’s number without even asking why.
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“I ain’t seen him but one time, Easy,” the buxom Miss Lorraine 14
told me. “I think he must have some other girlfriend somewhere.”
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“So you’re jealous?” I asked her.
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“Jealous?” she exclaimed. “That’d be like bein’ jealous if some-17
body else petted your little dog. He’s cute and all, but it ain’t like he 18
no real man or nuthin’.”
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Charlene let her arms hang back making her bosom protrude 20
even farther. She looked me up and down but I didn’t bite. Not that 21
I wouldn’t have minded being reeled up into her bed, but I had Bon-22
nie by that time and other women were not a main concern on my 23
mind.
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“John gimme your number,” I lied.
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“Where he get it?”
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“I didn’t need to know that, Jackson. What I need is a line on a 27
few people you might have come across in your petty crimes.”
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and dude name of Strong run with a group called the Urban Revo-31 R
lutionary Party or the First Men.”
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“Which one?” Jackson asked. “Urban Party or First Men?”
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“They go by both names.”
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“If I do that, you gonna let me slide on the piggy-bank money?”
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“If you do that, I’ll connect you with an honest job so you can 4
pay Jesus back from your first month’s salary.”
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“What was them names again?” he asked.
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I told him.
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“Okay. I could do that. Yeah. Why’ont you call me tomorrow 8
afternoon. I should have whatever I can get by then.”
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“Why don’t you call me, Blue?”
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“Well, you know . . .”
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“No. What?”
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“Jesus might answer.”
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That was Jackson. He lived his whole life among murderers, 14
muggers, and thieves but he was afraid of a sixteen-year-old boy who 15
was even smaller than him.
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“All right, Jackson. I’ll call you tomorrow at two. You better be 17
there.”
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“I ain’t got nowhere else to be, Easy,” he said. “Nowhere at all.”
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/ THE TENEMENT ISOLDA MOORE
was staying in was nothing like her house. The unpainted wooden
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stairs that led to her third-floor hideaway felt soggy under my weight.
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The hallway was misshapen. The floor was warped and sagging, the 5
ceiling slumped. The hallway started out wide but it narrowed as I 6
neared Isolda’s door.
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The photographs of her on the bureau mirror, even the secret 8
ones of her in the bikini, had not done Miss Moore justice. She was 9
lovely at first sight even though she was off balance from having 10
yanked the wedged door free. She was a light brown woman in a 11
polka-dot blue and white dress. The hemline reached just below her 12
knees, revealing shapely legs. Isolda wore no bra and didn’t seem to 13
be missing it. Her big eyes were close together and almond shaped.
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Her lips were poised in the permanent expectation of a kiss.
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“Yes?” she asked nervously.
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“Isolda Moore?” I said. She hesitated, so I went on. “My name is 1
Easy Rawlins. John and Alva wanted me to come over and ask you a 2
few things about Brawly.”
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While I spoke, my eyes cataloged her attributes.
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The worry in her face melted away when she saw the way I 5
looked at her.
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“Come on in.”
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The room could have been a hotel flop in a frontier town in the 8
Old West. The walls had never felt a coat of paint and a splinter from 9
that rough floor could have sent you to the hospital with lockjaw. But 10
Isolda had moved whatever furniture there was next to the window 11
and covered it all with white and pastel-colored sheets. There were 12
fresh-picked flowering weeds in a milk bottle on the sill. The arrange-13
ment would have put a downtown florist to shame.
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“Do you drink tea, Mr. Rawlins?” she asked.
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“Whatever you got,” I said.
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She smiled and led me toward the cloth-covered furniture.
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It was a medium-sized room and mostly unfinished, as I said. But 18
Isolda’s design had created a small island of style there by the win-19
dow. The tea she poured was ice-cold even though there was no evi-20
dence of a refrigerator in the room.
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“I keep the pitcher in a bucket full’a ice I got from the liquor 22
store,” she said, seeing the question on my face.
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“You should be an interior designer,” I said.
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“Thank you.”
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Isolda swiveled on the chair she was in, and I felt my heart catch.
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She had all the skill and beauty of a woman who hooks up with a big-27
time minister or gangster, the kind of woman who needs a powerful 28
man for her own skills to flower.
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hard because she shifted again and asked, “Alva and John send you 2
to find Brawly?”
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“That they did. But really I think Alva wants me to find him.”
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I mentioned Alva to see if Isolda had hard feelings about her 5
cousin.
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“She must be worried sick,” Isolda said, leaving me with no clue.
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“John told me that Alva’s ex-husband was found murdered at 8
your house.”
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Isolda nodded, looking down at my hands.
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“Who killed him?” I asked, again trying to shake her up.
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“I really wouldn’t know, Mr. Rawlins.”
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“John said that you thought it was Brawly.”
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The sun on her face made her pained expression seem unbear-14
able.
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“Brawly and Aldridge had been quarreling for years ever 16
since . . . ever since Brawly ran away from home. I was trying to get 17