A change of gravity

Pooler shook his head, smiling. "You must've outsmarted yourself many times during your long career," he said. "Always thinking you're one step ahead, when you're generally out of the race.

"They don't need to repeal the statute, Amby. They've found a way around it. All they need now is you to guide them to their goal.

They're aware you wont want to; you're loyal to Danny, and so you'll refuse. But they think they have a way to make you do what they want you to do.

"I omitted an item from that history of Dan's provable spending. I'm surprised you didn't notice it. You can be very sure the feds have. A quarter-century of annual dues and fees for his membership in Grey Hills."

He gazed at Merrion. "Which by itself, as you and I both know, has come to a pile of money. The year you two got in you paid close to nine thousand dollars initiation, dues and fees for him. They say that was income to him, as the dues've been too, every year since."

BuM shit Merrion said, 'that was a gift. All those dues and things were gifts. Danny and me'd been friends over ten years by the time we joined. He was my best friend inna world. If I hadn't gone to work for Danny I'd probably still be behind the Parts and Service desk up at Valley Ford. No reflection on John Casey; he was a good guy, and he treated the Merrions well, but that was not the kind of life I had in mind. I asked Danny to get me the clerk's job 'cause by then I'd decided I didn't wanna go into teaching and I thought it would be a good job to have. He talked to the Carneses and Judge Spring, and I talked to Larry Lane myself. Nobody had any objections, so I got the job, third assistant clerk.

"It's a good job and I've been very happy with it, but at no time has it ever been what you'd call a major plum. Sure it turned out to be one, after Larry Lane died, but that wasn't the job, it was Larry. By the time he retired, four years after I came in, wed become pretty good friends. Then I find out he's very sick, in addition to drinking too much, and in case he might still feel cheerful while he's dying, his own family threw him out. What can I tell you? He's sick and alone; I did what I could to take care of the guy, not that it was very much.

Two years or so later he's dead.

"Until he got sick I assumed all he had was his pension and when he died that'd go to his widow. I never knew he had any other money, much less that he'd leave it to me. And neither did Danny, of course. So I couldn't've done it for that. I was just trying to be a nice guy. So then, what am I supposed to do when I find out about the money? Give it away to strangers? I don't think so. I gave me and my best friend a present, something we both always wanted to have, and never expected to get. Those memberships at Grey Hills you resent us so much for having.

"I always paid taxes on the money, every year, before I spent any of it. You can go ask my accountant. I didn't mind doin' that -well, I minded, but no more'n everyone else who pays taxes. But then couldn't I use some of what I had left to give Danny a present? I wouldn't've had it without him."

"They're not saying you couldn't give it to him, Amby," Pooler said.

"Quite the opposite: they don't dispute that at all. They're saying that you did give it to him, eighty-five hundred or so the first year, and thousands more after that ever since, year after year after year.

They don't even really care now that Lane got the money from corruption death takes the taint off dirty money; they don't see any way to take Lane's loot away from you. But they'll be sure to put the fact in evidence just the same. "See? Graft's a tradition in Massachusetts.

Graft over the years if it's wisely invested can go on yielding graft to the next generation. It's like planting a poisonous tree; the booty never stops giving."

"What they do dispute, though, is that it was a gift. They say it was payment to him under the corrupt bargain you made: a piece of whatever action you got as a result of him getting you that job. So to him it was income, illegal income, like Capone's bootleg millions, but still taxable, and he's never paid taxes on it."

Pooler lowered his head and leaned across the desk, staring at Merrion.

He moistened his lips with his tongue; his eyes glittered. "He didn't pay taxes on that money last year, Amby. He didn't pay them the year before that, or the year before that one, either, didn't pay in any year they still can reach under the five-year statute limiting criminal prosecutions. And once they prove something within the statute, they can go back to the dawn of creation, allege it was all a continuing scheme of corruption that persists to this very day. All they have to do is grant you immunity and you'll have to testify to what everybody knows you've been doing all these years. That will prove both the source and the income, and Danny's benefit from it.