I pulled my pants leg down to cover the Browning and Karen said, “What are we going to do?”

“It’s not just Charlie anymore, but there’s still maybe a way to do this without the cops. Before, we had it contained and we could have worked it so that we were dealing only with Charlie, but now that’s different. We shot two DeLuca soldiers. One of them is dead and the other might be. Charlie’s going to have to explain where the dead guys are and how they got dead.”

“So what will he do?”

“He’ll hit us. He’d rather lose the laundering setup than risk the other capos or the Gambozas finding out what he’s been doing.”

Karen said, “Maybe we can talk to him. Maybe we should call him.”

“It’s past that.”

“What can we do?”

Pike said, “Sal.”

Karen looked at Pike, then me.

I nodded. “Sal’s our only way out. Charlie’s thinking he’s got to end it. He’s got to get all of us before we send up the flare. So we go to Sal and we lay it out for him just like we were going to lay it out for Charlie. Sal won’t want the Gambozas or the other families to find out what Charlie has been doing any more than Charlie.”

Karen nodded, maybe looking hopeful. Toby had worked his way back to the living room and she had her arm around him. He was staring at Peter.

“Did you bring the account records?”

She got them out of her purse in the dining room and gave them to me.

I said, “Joe will stay with you. Does Charlie know about May Erdich’s place?”

Karen shook her head. “I don’t think so.”

“Go there. If they come here looking for you tonight and don’t find you, they might get the idea to look around. They’ll check the Ho Jo, so don’t go there. Get a room with May Erdich. If it goes okay, I’ll come to May’s when it’s done.”

“All right.”

Maybe Peter could feel the weight of Toby’s eyes. He looked up and he said, “I got her killed. I’d make it better if I could, but this is what I’ve done.”

Toby turned and ran down the hall.

Peter Alan Nelsen, the King of Adventure, put his face in his hands and sobbed like a baby.

I borrowed Pike’s coat and pulled it on. It was a little big, but it fit well enough. I folded the account records and put them in the right outside pocket.

Karen said, “Peter.”

Peter’s shoulders shook and what you could see of his face looked red and splotched.

Karen said, “Goddamnit, Peter, we don’t need to listen to this.”

Peter cried harder.