BigDarkLoudMoralisticWent to collegeFancy and elegantLives on the East side
BigDarkLoudMoralisticWent to collegeFancy and elegantLives on the East side
BigDarkLoudMoralisticWent to collegeFancy and elegantLives on the East side
Big
Dark
Loud
Moralistic
Went to college
Fancy and elegant
Lives on the East side
"Look at this," I said.
Lennox looked.
"Who does it add up to?"
"I don't know."
"I've got news for you," I said. "You may be an amateur, and it may not be as easy as we think to do another man's job, but you've done the job. You've found out who's getting the letters. The only trouble is, you're worse off than when you started."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"You."
"What about me?"
"You're the guy who's getting the letters."
He stared at me, looked at the list, then looked up again.
"This adds up to me?" he whispered.
I nodded.
"Loud?"
"They can hear you from the Bronx to the Battery."
"Fancy? Elegant?"
"As Mike Romanoff."
"Moralistic?"
"As a Puritan."
"This is me? This is the way you see me?"
"Yes."
He got up without another word and walked out. I don't know what staggered him most ... the realization that he was the man being threatened, or the picture of himself as other people saw him. But I was right about one thing. He was a lot worse off than when he started.