Date: Sun, 30 Mar 2003 09:11:41 -0500
From: Lee Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: An Orphan - Chapter #30

An Orphan
(c) By Lee Mariner

March 2003

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Chapter #30

I guess as an analogy you could say "you might leave the ILA but not
forever." A feeling of nostalgia swept over me when I walked into the
subdued gloom of the Piers End and I smelled the stale odor of beer and
sweat and puke. The floor was black and tacky from the lack of cleaning. A
wet mop would occasionally stir what dirt was left from a halfhearted
attempt at sweeping. The booths had dirty, some cracked, mirrors on the wall
over them and their tables were Formica. Their cleanliness was only a little
better then the wooden tables.

Faded posters of beers no longer made were still tacked on the walls with
mechanical and animated signs lit by low voltage bulbs. The bar with its
dirty back mirrors was still where it had probably always been, at the rear
of the room across most of the back wall. There were three overhanging
florescent lights that may have been white when installed but the grime had
reduced the lighting to where it barely showed the bottles of liquor and
very stale chips on the back bar.  A very poor carpenter had tried to
conceal them in an attempt at indirect lighting but it contributed to the
gloom more than lighting the bar.  The bathroom and a small kitchen were on
the other side of that wall and there was an opening in the wall where the
cook could slide sandwiches and specials through and a tired worn out
waitress, who had long ago lost any pretense at having looked attractive at
one time, would serve whoever had placed the order. The room was a large
rectangle with booths the entire length of the wall too your left when you
walked in. A small stage, theoretically for entertainment but actually used
for ILA meetings, was on the right as you walked in and there was a large
International Longshoremen's Association seal on the wall over the stage.
The stage had been built so it was facing into the room and the several
tables and chairs that had long ago lost whatever character they originally
had. Two television sets hung on the walls but no one was paying any
attention to what was being shown. Conversation was always muffled and men
would glance furtively at each other but never for long. The Piers End was
owned and operated by the union and there was not so secret mob influence
but no one objected, at least not out loud.

Several guys I had worked with looked up and sort of grunted a greeting with
the wave of a hand and returned to their drinks. There was a game of dominos
at one table and several men gathered around a dart game. Some looked and
others did not as I walked by trailed by the escorts that had been sent for
me.

Mattie and his closest associates occupied a large circular booth on the
back wall next to a door with a panic bar that was marked "Fire Exit."
Mattie sat on the end of the booths once red vinyl covered seat with one leg
hanging over the end of the seat, the toe of his shoe barely touching the
floor. Mattie always sat in the same seat facing the front entrance of the
bar and for obvious reasons; he could make a hasty exit to his left if he
needed too.

Mattie DiAgistino was a big man and some had mistaken, too their regret, his
size as being fat. He was probably in his middle 40's, over 6' by several
inches, close to 300lbs and solid as a rock. His hair was bushy salt &
pepper black and his eyes were black. On the docks you would, if you didn't
know, mistake him for just any big friendly, ruddy roustabout. Mattie
cultivated that image and nothing could be further from the truth. He was
big and ruddy but he was not a roustabout and far from friendly. To get on
his bad side was courting an unknown disaster. Everyone knew Mattie was a
made man and no one would dare touch him but even he had limits on what he
could do and the extreme penalty was not within his power. The mob did not
work that way very often since the federal investigations. There were other
ways that could be almost as effective and I had seen some of their
handiwork in the past. I still could not see why Mattie had sent for me. He
had done a couple of favors for me in the past but he wouldn't send two of
his goons for me because of that.

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One of Mattie's tricks was to fix his piercing black eyes on someone
expecting they would flinch and they usually did but he had tried that with
me in the past and it didn't work. I respected him but I wasn't afraid of
him and he knew it. No one sat at his booth unless they were invited but I
didn't have to wait for an invitation since he had sent for me. He had a big
smile on his face and waved his arm greeting me robustly as I walked towards
him.

"Hey Clyde, long time no see. How've you been?"

"Pretty good Mattie, how about yourself." I said quietly sliding into the
booth, eyeing the cute blond headed kid sitting with him.

"Ahhhh, you know how it is, the same old crap. Wanna beer or something?" He
asked snapping his fingers and almost immediately a grubby looking man with
a very dirty apron appeared as if from thin air.

"Yeah Mattie?" He asked slightly hunched over not looking directly at him.

"Bring the kid a beer."

"He ain't old enough Mattie, you don't want me getting in no trouble with
the ABC cops do you? They have been looking for an excuse to shut the place
down."

Mattie struggled to refrain from blowing up and he inhaled deep and
swallowed controlling himself with an effort. His eyes were blazing and he
glared at the hapless man. I couldn't help grinning at his discomfort.

"You dumb fuck I didn't mean DD and besides, when did we start worrying
about those knuckleheads? Get your ass in gear and get Clyde a beer or
whatever he wants."

"Jack black label straight up with an ice cube in it and a Bud Lite chaser."
I said watching Mattie close.

"Jack Daniels. . . . .!!" Mattie said grinning and twisting the almost full
bottle of Heinekens in front of him. "I heard you were doing pretty good
since you left the docks Clyde. There was a time when you only drank beer."

"Things change Mattie, you know that. Such as two men waiting for me at my
hotel, a phone call would have been just as good."

"Maybe yes and maybe no. This way, no lawyers." He said staring at me and
twisting his bottle.

The mention of lawyers caused me a moment of panic. I felt a sharp
quickening just below the sternum of my chest and the sphincter muscle in my
ass tighten. He could only be referring too Robert and that concerned me but
I knew Mattie usually had a reason for saying things, I'd just have to wait
him out.

"And what do you want with me that requires no lawyers around Mattie?"

Mattie sat expressionless but the way his eyes were shifting around I could
see the wheels behind them turning. He didn't seem nervous, it would have
surprised me if he was, but he wasn't as cocky as he usually was. I glanced
at the boy sitting beside him, his head down, with an almost empty glass of
some kind of soft drink, probably Coke. He looked up for a second and I was
expecting blue eyes but they were almost pearl gray. He had high cheekbones,
full lips and a quick smile flickered at the corner's of his mouth before be
dropped his head again.

"Pete, Huey. Take DD with you over too that hamburger joint on East Crosse.
Get yourselves a couple of burgers."

The bigger of the two goons protested, "But boss, we can eat here can't we?
There's burgers in the kitchen we can fix without going all the way over
there." He whined turning around but the look he got changed his mind real
quick. "Come on kid, let's go get a burger."

Mattie didn't move forcing DD to slide around the booth. When he got to
where I was sitting he mumbled, "Excuse me."  I slid out of the booth and
when he passed me there was the clean odor of soap, probably Ivory or Dial
and a shampoo. He didn't look to be more then 16 or 17 years old and at a
glance I could see he was well developed and I resisted the urge to turn and
watch as he left with Mattie's two goons.

"Mattie, you didn't send for me just to talk about my friends or how well
things are going. What's on your mind?"

"You want another drink?" He said snapping his fingers before I could
decline. The grubby bartender appeared with additional drinks and Mattie
waited until he left before saying anything else.

"You and your friends got involved in something you didn't know about when
you went too Lincoln. I'm not going into a lot of detail Clyde but I have
friends that loaned almost $3mil too that lawyer Dickson. How he was going
to repay the loan doesn't matter, there's nothing on paper anyway." Mattie
said taking a drink from his beer for the first times since I sat down. "You
remember Kyle Marx don't you Clyde, the big stud that met you and your
friends when you went to the farm after you left court? Marx was a union
organizer working out of the Regional ILA office in Jersey City."

"You mean he is a union enforcer don't you Mattie?" I said calmly now that
Mattie was talking. "You forget I was in the ILA too."

"You still are kiddo, your dues are paid up. You can call Marx what you want
but he was pretty good at his job. He was sent down to help us with a few
problems."

I asked Mattie for a cup of black coffee and with a snap of his fingers and
a terse order the coffee was sitting in front of me and I grinned taking a
sip from the hot cup watching him suck on his bottle.

"What does Kyle Marx have to do with your wanting to see me Mattie? I didn't
even know the guy except for the one time I met him, I didn't like him then
and I still don't. He's a union man and Dickson is a lawyer so how in hell
did they get involved with each other?" I asked trying to sort out what I
was hearing. Dickson in Nebraska and Marx on the east coast just didn't mesh
in my mind.

"You know they both are gay Clyde so I won't beat around the bush. Dickson
and Marx met in a gay bar in New York City. I don't know what you know about
Marx but he was built like a brick shithouse and he had a dick like a
donkey. He liked riding a guys ass and the guys in the Jersey local used to
kid him a lot calling him donkey dick but they never said anything about his
being gay." He paused for a second taking a long pull from his beer before
continuing.

"Well Clyde, Dickson had a tight ass and a big mouth for something other
then sucking dick, he shot it off a lot. He was half crocked and bragged
about all of the money he controlled but couldn't use any of it and there
was a great farm he would like to get his hands on but he couldn't swing it.
He even told Marx about friends of his that were into young boys and if he
owned the place, it could be set up as a place his friends could meet young
boys and he make a few bucks on the side. His problem was none of his
friends wanted to get involved by investing in the idea and that kills me
Clyde. People want these things but they don't want to get dirty if they're
caught." Mattie said pausing and emptying his beer.

"That's human nature. They don't mind paying as long as no one knows it. We
all have something to hide." I said.

"A bunch of hypocrites from the way I look at it. Anyway, Marx was down
here, he was telling me about this Dickson and the idea he had about setting
up a male whorehouse on your 500-acre farm or rather your uncles farm.  We
talked about it and the more we talked the better it sounded. My friends are
always looking for a good investment and I recommended the deal. They went
for it and Marx was sent with the money to contact Dickson. Dickson set the
whole deal up on paper and took the $3mil depositing it in your uncle's bank
accounts in various amounts so he wouldn't cause any suspicion. He was
selling your cows and mixing the money so it would seem like he was
consolidating the estates assets. I heard him and Marx really had a sweet
deal going, private airstrip, big house, everything. It's all down the tubes
now though isn't it Clyde"

I knew most of what Mattie was saying except how Dickson and Marx had become
involved but what he said didn't surprise me.  I also knew who Mattie's'
friends were and I really didn't want to know any more about them. Other
then asking Mattie for help with Tommy Tanner in the After Midnight I staid
pretty much clear. If I knew Mattie at all, I had a feeling he wanted
something from me.

"Mattie, I already knew most of what you have told me. The farm was made
into a high priced male whorehouse like you said, with an airstrip and
hanger, swimming pools and hot tubs, private rooms and cottages and they
made pornographic videos that were being sold around the country. But they
didn't know they were under surveillance and the NBI confiscated all of the
tapes, videos, computers and volumes of information. They stripped
everything except the security system Mattie, everything and I don't think
its over yet. An NBI Agent, Hardison, subpoenaed Dickson to appear before a
Grand Jury and the last time I saw Marx he was supposed to be headed for
Jersey. I'm sorry if your friends lost their investment but you want
something Mattie, I can tell from the way your stringing me along. What is
it Mattie, money? Do they want me to reimburse what they lost? I can do
that."

Mattie leaned back against the back cushions and drained his beer. His
shoulder sagged for a moment and he reached over and put his ham of a hand
over mine and squeezed looking me straight in the eyes. He leaned closer,
his head inches from mine still holding my hand and there seemed to be a
look of relief in his eyes.

"Clyde, you're a good kid and no one could be happier then me that things
have worked out for you. Really, I'm not kidding, I've always liked you even
if you don't think so. Some of my friends are very sensitive and they don't
like surprises. We didn't know you were involved in this Lincoln business
until the Ricksford kid, Stewart, came on board the boat that day asking for
you. Dickson didn't tell us that a search was being made for any heirs that
might be living and fit the stipulations in old man Hampton's will. When
they realized you were the heir that threw a monkey wrench into the works
but it wasn't your fault. They took my word that it was a good deal and
things would go smooth with Marx watching out for their investment. They
made money and things were going pretty good from what I heard about the
operation but they still feel they lost their investment and blame me for
that since I vouched for Marx. That puts me in a bind Clyde but you can help
me out if you were serious about kicking in with the $3mil. I won't forget
the favor. . . . if you do."

It felt a little strange hearing Mattie asking me for a favor but he seemed
genuinely worried and he had lost some of his cockiness. Mattie had done me
a favor and the money did not really mean that much but I didn't want any
kickbacks later on.

"When do you want the money Mattie? It's going to take me a day or two
before I can get it too you."

"Not me Clyde. Make it a donation to the ILA Family Relief Fund. You
wouldn't be the first ILA member that shared his good fortune with his
fellow longshoremen and their families and it would be tax deductible."

"Is that all Mattie or is someone going to knock on my door wanting more
money later on? I don't want my friends bothered Mattie and I'm not dumb. I
know what your friends can do if they want and that's what worries me."

"My people just want their money Clyde. They don't care where I get it as
long as they do. You get me off the hook on this one and you won't have to
worry about being bothered. You have my word on it Clyde, one longshoreman
to another."

"That's good enough for me Mattie." I said shaking his hand. "How about that
lift? It's a long walk from here too the Marriott."

"Maybe you would like to have DD along?" Mattie said looking over my
shoulder with a twinkle in his eye and I followed his look seeing DD and his
escorts coming through the door. He was cute as hell and gave me a tingle in
my groin but Stu was waiting for me.

"Mattie, if you know as much about me as you say you do, then you know I
wouldn't take you up on that offer. You call him Denny is that a nickname
for Dennis? How old is he, he doesn't look more then 16 or 17."

"I figured you wouldn't, can't say I blame you. Stewart is the type that
doesn't come along very often.  Dennis is 18 and he is gay. I've known Denny
since he was just a kid and when I heard his old man kicked him out for
being gay; I had Pete and Huey find him. He can't just walk the streets or
some fucker will latch onto him and break him down. You know where that
leads Clyde. Denny wouldn't last a year gay or not on the streets. I'm going
to put him up at the "Y" for a few days and maybe his old man will cool off
but I doubt it. You probably know his old man, Hank Darlington. He works in
the tops, the heavy cranes."

Mattie was right, I knew Hank Darlington, he was a sour faced son of a bitch
that liked scaring the shit out of men below him by dropping pallets close
to where they were working. He got a kick out of seeing guys jump and look
up at him.

"Yeah, I know him, it's a wonder someone hasn't dropped something on his
head. When did he have a kid like Denny? I never heard he was married much
less have kids. If he was as big an SOB at home as he was on the docks, that
kid has had a hard life."

"Hanks wife died last year, cancer. He went nuts when he found Denny in bed
with another guy and he damned near killed the other kid but all he did with
Denny was kick him out. The ILA kept him out of jail but he's on probation
for 5 years. I don't know what Denny is going to do though, the only thing
he's ever done is work at a McDonalds while he was in school. I can help him
out some but I've got kids at home to take care of. Something will come
along, I hope."

"Maybe it will Mattie." I said glancing at where Denny was sitting alone at
one of the tables. I could see he had a depressed look but from what Mattie
had told me that was understandable. His clothes were a little worn but
clean and even with his shoulders sagging I could see he was well developed.
He reminded me a little of Nicky.

"We all set Clyde?" Mattie said.

"I guess we are unless you have something else."

"Just don't forget your old friends that's all. You can go out the back,
Pete will be waiting for you."

"Thanks Mattie." I said standing up and looking over at Denny again.
"Where's he staying tonight?"

"Who the kid? Pete will take him too the "Y" when he gets back from taking
you too your hotel unless you've changed your mind." Mattie said chuckling
under his breath.

"You have a dirty mind Mattie. Do you think he would like to go too Lincoln
with us?"

"I don't see why not, there isn't much for him here but you'll have to ask
him."

I had an idea about the farm and West Point building in my head but I wanted
to talk with Stu and Robert first.

"Don't mention it to him Mattie, I'll come back tomorrow and let you know.
Will he be here or at the "Y"?"

"Here, he's going to help with cleaning the bar for a few days and George
said he might be able to fix the kid a bunk in the store room. That's the
best we can do for him right now. I told Hank where the kid was and what
he's going to be doing. I don't think he cared one way or the other but he
won't be any trouble. We have a union meeting tomorrow afternoon but it'll
be over by 4 if your going to come back."

"See you tomorrow afternoon Mattie, I think we can work something out for
the kid and about the other thing, it's cool." I said shaking his hand and
leaning against the panic bar out into the alley behind the bar.

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Pete drove with the deftness of an experienced driver and I settled back in
the seat thinking about Denny. He looked a lot like Nicky but he reminded me
about a young man walking alone along a dirt road to catch a bus out of
Nebraska. That orphan found a home; maybe I could help another orphan find
his.

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TBC