“Sure she is. This woman you’re looking for, you say she’s got the fever and Ginger took her in. She wouldn’t do that if she wasn’t hooking for QCL again.”
“Why would she start hooking again?”
Smack. Smack. “She promised me, she swore she wouldn’t let them pressure her anymore.” Smack. “Goddamn it. I make enough now, I’m handling the payments. What the hell’s the matter with her?”
“How much do you owe them?”
“Never mind how much, that’s my lookout. I’m clean now, I’m dealing with it. She don’t have to do that shit anymore.”
“Maybe she isn’t. You don’t know that she is.”
“You don’t know she isn’t. I don’t know. She wouldn’t tell me the truth if I beat the crap out of her.”
“Is that how you got her to promise to quit?”
“What?”
“By beating the crap out of her.”
“No. Hell, no. You think I’m that kind? Well, you’re wrong, buddy. I said ‘if.’ I wouldn’t hurt Ginger, never. I love her, she loves me.”
“Then why’d she walk out on you?”
“She didn’t walk out, we made a deal. Live apart for a while, I stay clean and make the payments regular, she quits hooking for those bastards.”
“Her apartment at the Hillman,” I said. “Who pays the rent?”
“She does. What, you think QCL set her up?”
“Isn’t that how they operate?”
“No. All they do is arrange dates and take the money, every fuckin’ dime.”
“Lassiter, you mean.”
“Yeah, Lassiter. I told her stay away from him, I begged her, why didn’t she listen to me.” Smack. “I ought to pay him a visit. Bust him in half, the son of a bitch. But then where I’d be? Still up shit creek, that’s where.”
“What would Lassiter do if one of the women couldn’t make the loan payments and refused to go out on any more dates?”
“Do?”
“Slap her around? Beat her up?”
“Not him, not that bastard. He don’t operate that way. QCL don’t operate that way.”
“You sure about that?”
“Sure I’m sure. They’re too smart for that.”
“Somebody beat up the woman I’m looking for,” I said. “I thought it might be Lassiter.”
“He wouldn’t dirty his hands. Not him. Mr. Cool. Mr. Clean, all dressed up in his expensive suits.”
“Nonviolent.”
“Yeah.” Smack. “He ever touched Ginger, I’d’ve killed him. He knows it, too. He don’t want a piece of me.”
“So how do he and QCL operate?”
“Pressure, that’s how. Oh, yeah, they know how to put the pressure on once they got their hooks in you. You don’t make your payments, they dangle more cash, give you betting tips, set you up in a game somewhere, get you thinking maybe you’ll hit a lucky streak—drive you right back down again. Then you got no choice. You work for them one way or another.”
The subtle, insidious kind of pressure. No need to use force. The addiction was enough, the offer of a fast loan and the lure of a quick score that would pay off the debts and put the addict back in the driver’s seat. Most of the time the losers lost and the hook got set even deeper. If one of them won once in a while, that’d be okay with QCL. Same principle the casinos operated on; good business when somebody beat the house because it tantalized the losers, made them bet more and more trying to be the next winner.
“Not me, not anymore,” Benn said. “They can’t drive me back into the gutter. I’m clean, I’m making my payments right on time. They got no more leverage with Ginger. Unless … She didn’t lose her job, did she? That lousy T & A club where she works?”
“No.”
“Then she’s got no reason to start hooking again. She hated doing it—hated it. Did it for me, that’s how much she loves me. And I let her. Shitheel Jason let her.”
“I don’t think she’s hooking anymore, Benn.”
“No? You said you didn’t know.”
“I don’t. Just a feeling I have after talking to her.”
“Then why’d she let this woman, this gambling junkie, move in with her?”
“Pressure,” I said. “Just a little. Keep her in line in case you backslide.”
“Yeah. Yeah, that’d be just like Lassiter. Only I’m not gonna backslide. Never again.” He wiped the back of a grimy hand across his face, leaving a faint dark smear on one cheek. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I just jumped the gun about Ginger. Ah, God, I can’t stand the idea of her selling herself. It drives me crazy thinking about it.”