"Maybe," Carella said.
"Meyer?" Byrnes asked.
"Only if they were trying to shut Danny up."
"You sure they weren"t after Steve?"
"No, it was Danny," Kling said.
"Neither of them even fired a shot at me."
"Ten, twelve people saw them go straight for Danny," Brown said.
"They"d seen a lot of movies."
"Kept describing it as a gangland execution."
"In broad daylight?" Hawes asked, and shook his head skeptically. He was sitting in sunlight. It caught his red hair, setting it on fire. The single white streak over his left temple looked like a patch of melting snow.
"n.o.body says your goons are brain surgeons."
"Black and white, huh?"
54."And red all over."
"Could"ve been an old beef," Hawes suggested. "Finally caught up with him."
"Be a coincidence, the day he"s meeting with Steve. But I buy coincidence," Byrnes said. "I"ve been a cop long enough."
"Coulda been they wanted him before he told Steve whatever it was he had to tell him," Brown said. He was straddling a wooden chair near the bookcases, a huge man with skin the color of a giant grizzly"s coat. His shirt collar was open, and he was wearing over it a green sweater. His arms were resting on the chair"s top rail.
"Did he tell you anything?" Kling asked. "Before they got him?"
"Not really. He wanted to get paid first."
"Gee, there"s a surprise."
"How much was he looking for?" Hawes asked.
"Five grand."
Hawes whistled.
"What"d he promise?" Willis asked, giving in at last to his curiosity. He was the shortest man on the squad, wiry and intense, dark eyes reflecting the day"s cold light. Parker turned to him with a sharp look, as if his best friend in the entire world had suddenly moved to Anniston, Alabama, to wallow in pig s.h.i.t.
"He said he knew the name and address of the guy who did Hale," Carella said.
"Where"d he get thatT Willis asked, totally involved now. Parker stepped a little bit away from him.
"Pal of his was in a poker game with the hitter."
"Let me get this straight," Hawes said. "Danny was in a poker game with the hitter?"
"No, no," Meyer said. "A. friend of Danny"s was in the game."
"With the guy who hung Hale from the bathroom door?"
55.Ed McBain "Hanged him, yeah."
"Yeah, him?"
"The very."
"What is this, a movie?" Willis asked.
"I wish," Carella said.
"Fda paid him on the spot," Parker said suddenly, and then realized with a start that he"d broken his own sullen silence. Everyone turned to him, surprised by the vehemence in his voice, surprised, too, that he"d bothered to shave this morning. "That kind of information," he said, plunging ahead, "Fda asked him to wait while I went to rob a bank."
"I should"ve," Carella said.
"Who"s this pal of his?" Kling asked. He was wearing this morning a brown leather jacket that looked like it had come from Oklahoma or Wyoming, but which he"d bought off a pushcart at a street fair this summer. Blond and hazel-eyed, with a complexion and lashes most women would kill for, he projected a country b.u.mpkin air that worked well in Good Cop/Bad Cop scenarios. He was particularly well-paired with Brown, whose perpetual scowl could sometimes be intimidating. "Did Danny give you a clue?"
"Somebody named Harpo."
"It is a movie," Willis said.
"Harpo what?"
"Didn"t say."
"He"s gay," Meyer offered.
"White, black?"
"Didn"t say."
"Where"d the card game take place?"
"Lewiston Av."
"The Eight-Eight."
"Yeah."
"Probably black," Parker said. "The Eight-Eight."
Brown looked at him.
56."What?" Parker said. "Did I say something bothered you?"
"I don"t know what you said."
"I said a card game in the Eight-Eight, you automatically figure black players," Parker said, and shrugged. "Anyway, f.u.c.k you, you"re so sensitive."
"What"d I do, look at you?" Brown asked.
"You looked at me c.o.c.keyed."
"Break it up, okay?" Byrnes said.
"Just don"t be so f.u.c.kin sensitive," Parker said. "Everybody in the world ain"t out to shoot you a hundred and twelve times."
"Hey!" Byrnes said. "Did you hear me, or what?"
"I heard you. He"s too f.u.c.kin sensitive."
"One more time, Andy," Brown said.
"Hey!" Byrnes shouted.
"All I"m sayin," Parker said, "is if this was a black card game, then Danny"s friend Harpo, and the guy who hanged Hale, could both be black, is all I"m sayin."
"Point taken," Brown said.
"Boy," Parker said, and rolled his eyes.
"We finished here?" Byrnes asked.
"If we"re finished," Parker said, "I"d like to talk about settin up a bust on a . . ."
"I meant are you two finished with this bulls.h.i.t here?"
"What bulls.h.i.t?" Parker asked.
"Let it go, Pete," Brown said.
Byrnes glared at both of them. The room was silent for several moments. Hawes cleared his throat.
"It"s possible, you know," he said, "that one of the two shooters in the pizzeria was the guy who also did Hale."
"How do you mean?"
"He finds out Harpo told Danny about him, figures he"ll take Danny off the board before he spreads the word. That"s possible, too, you know."
57.Ed McBain "A hangman suddenly becomes a shooter?" Parker said.
"It"s possible."
"There"s a twenty-five grand policy, huh?" Willis said.
"Daughter and son-in-law the sole beneficiaries," Carella said.
"They know about it?"
"Oh yes."
"They"re alibied to the hilt," Meyer said.
"So you"re figuring a contract job."
"Is what Danny said it was. He said the killer got five grand to do the old man."
"Were those his exact words?" Byrnes asked.
"No, he said the old man had something somebody else wanted real bad and he wouldn"t part with it. Something worth a lot of money."
"What"d he say about having him killed?"
"He said somebody was willing to pay five grand to kill the old man and make it look like an accident."
"But why?" Willis asked.
"What do you mean why?"
"You said the old man had something somebody else wanted . . ."
"Right."
"So how"s this somebody gonna get it if he has the old man killed?"
The detectives fell silent, thinking this over.
"Had to be the insurance money," Hawes said at last.
"Only thing anyone could get by having him killed."
"Which leads right back to the daughter and son-in-law."
"Unless there"s something else," Carella said.
"Like what?"
"Was the guy tortured?" Hawes asked.
58."No."
"Cause maybe the killer was trying to get whatever it was, and when he couldn"t. . ."