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"Matt, he wanted to see me in the city. We werent telling each other it was love, nothing like that, but there was this sense that we might have something that might go somewhere, and he wanted to follow it up and see where it led. He lives in Merrick. You know where that is?"
"Sure, out on the Island. Its not that far from where I used to live. "
"Is it nice out there?"
"Parts of it are very nice. "
"I gave him a phony number. He knows my name but the phone here is unlisted. I havent heard from him and I dont expect to. I wanted a week in the sun and a nice little romance, and thats what I had, but once in a while I think I could call him and make up something about the wrong number. I could lie my way out of that one. "
"Probably. "
"But for what? I could even lie my way into being his wife or girlfriend or something. And I could give up this apartment and drop my john book in the incinerator. But for what?" She looked at me. "Ive got a good life. I save my money. I always saved my money. "
"And invested it," I remembered. "Real estate, isnt it? Apartment houses in Queens?"
"Not just Queens. I could retire now if I had to and Id get by all right. But why would I want to retire and what do I need with a boyfriend?"
"Why did Kim Dakkinen want to retire?"
"Is that what she wanted?"
"I dont know. Why did she want to leave Chance?"
She thought it over, shook her head. "I never asked. "
"Neither did I. "
"Ive never been able to understand why a girl would have a pimp in the first place, so I dont need an explanation when somebody tells me she wants to get rid of one. "
"Was she in love with anybody?"
"Kim? Could be. She didnt mention it if she was. "
"Was she planning to leave the city?"
"I didnt get that impression. But she wouldnt tell me if she was, would she?"
"Hell," I said. I put my empty cup on the end table. "She was involved someway with someone. I just wish I knew who. "
"Why?"
"Because thats the only way Im going to find out who killed her. "
"You think thats how it works?"
"Thats usually how it works. "
"Suppose I got killed tomorrow. What would you do?"
"I guess Id send flowers. "
"Seriously. "
"Seriously? Id check tax lawyers from Merrick. "
"Theres probably a few of them, dont you think?"
"Could be. I dont suppose theres too many who spent a week in Barbados this month. You said he stayed at the next hotel down the beach from you? I dont think hed be hard to find, or that Id have much trouble tying him to you. "
"Would you actually do all that?"
"Why not?"
"No one would be paying you. "
I laughed. "Well, you and I, we go back a ways, Elaine. "
And we did. When I was on the force wed had an arrangement. I helped her out when she needed the kind of hand a cop could provide, whether with the law or with an unruly john. She, in turn, had been available to me when I wanted her. What, I wondered suddenly, had that made me? Neither pimp nor boyfriend, but what?
"Matt? Why did Chance hire you?"
"To find out who killed her. "
"Why?"
I thought of the reasons hed given. "I dont know," I said.
"Whyd you take the job?"
"I can use the money, Elaine. "
"You dont care that much about money. "
"Sure I do. Its time I started providing for my old age. Ive got an eye on these apartment houses in Queens. "
"Very funny. "
"Ill bet youre some landlady. Ill bet they love it when you come around to collect the rent. "
"Theres a management firm that takes care of all that. I never see my tenants. "
"I wish you hadnt told me that. You just ruined a great fantasy. "
"Ill bet. "
I said, "Kim took me to bed after I finished the job for her. I went over there and she paid me and then afterward we went to bed. "
"And?"
"It was like a tip, almost. A friendly way of saying thank you. "
"Beats ten dollars at Christmas time. "
"But would she do that? If she was involved with somebody, I mean. Would she just go to bed with me for the hell of it?"
"Matt, youre forgetting something. "
She looked, for just a moment, like somebodys wise old aunt. I asked what I was forgetting.
"Matt, she was a hooker. "
"Were you a hooker in Barbados?"
"I dont know," she said. "Maybe I was and maybe I wasnt. But I can tell you this much. I was damn glad when the mating dance was over and we were in bed together because for a change I knew what I was doing. And going to bed with guys is what I do. "
I thought a moment. Then I said, "When I called earlier you said to give you an hour. Not to come over right away. "
"So?"
"Because you had a john booked?"
"Well, it wasnt the meter reader. "
"Did you need the money?"
"Did I need the money? What kind of question is that? I took the money. "
"But you would have made the rent without it. "
"And I wouldnt have missed any meals, or had to wear the panty hose with the runs in it. Whats this all about?"
"So you saw the guy today because thats what you do. "
"I suppose. "
"Well, youre the one who asked why I took the job. "
"Its what you do," she said.
"Something like that. "
She thought of something and laughed. She said, "When Heinrich Heine was dying- the German poet?"
"Yeah?"
"When he was dying he said, God will pardon me. Its His profession. "
"Thats not bad. "
"Its probably even better in German. I shtup and you detect and God pardons. " She lowered her eyes. "I just hope He does," she said. "When its my turn in the barrel, I hope Hes not down in Barbados for the weekend. "
Chapter 13
When I left Elaines the sky was growing dark and the streets were thick with rush-hour traffic. It was raining again, a nagging drizzle that slowed the commuters to a crawl. I looked at the swollen river of cars and wondered if one of them held Elaines tax lawyer. I thought about him and tried to guess how he might have reacted when the number she gave him turned out to be a fake.
He could find her if he wanted to. He knew her name. The phone company wouldnt give out her unlisted number, but he wouldnt have to be too well connected to find somebody who could pry it out of them for him. Failing that, he could trace her without too much trouble through her hotel. They could tell him her travel agent and somewhere along the line he could pick up her address. Id been a cop, I automatically thought of this sort of thing, but couldnt anybody make this sort of connection? It didnt seem terribly complicated to me.
Perhaps hed been hurt when her number proved phony. Perhaps knowing she didnt want to see him would keep him from wanting to see her. But wouldnt his first thought be that the mistake might have been an accident? Then hed try Information, and might guess that the unobtainable number differed from what shed given him by no more than a transposed couple of digits. So why wouldnt he pursue it?
Maybe he never called her in the first place, never even learned that the number was phony. Maybe hed discarded her number in the airplane washroom on the way home to his wife and kids.
Maybe he had a few guilt-ridden moments now and then, thinking of the art restorer waiting by her telephone for his call. Maybe he would find himself regretting his haste. No need, after all, to have thrown her number away. He might have been able to fit in a date with her from time to time. No reason she had to learn about the wife and kids. The hell, shed probably be grateful for someone to take her away from her paint tubes and turpentine.
Halfway home I stopped at a deli and had soup and a sand
wich and coffee. There was a bizarre story in the Post. Two neighbors in Queens had been arguing for months because of a dog that barked in its owners absence. The previous night, the owner was walking the dog when the animal relieved itself on a tree in front of the neighbors house. The neighbor happened to be watching and shot at the dog from an upstairs window with a bow and arrow. The dogs owner ran back into his house and came out with a Walther P-38, a World War II souvenir. The neighbor also ran outside with his bow and arrow, and the dogs owner shot him dead. The neighbor was eighty-one, the dogs owner was sixty-two, and the two men had lived side by side in Little Neck for over twenty years. The dogs age wasnt given, but there was a picture of him in the paper, straining against a leash in the hands of a uniformed police officer.
Midtown North was a few blocks from my hotel. It was still raining in the same halfhearted fashion when I went over there a little after nine that night. I stopped at the front desk and a young fellow with a moustache and blow-dry hair pointed me to the staircase. I went up a flight and found the detective squad room. There were four plainclothes cops sitting at desks, a couple more down at the far end watching something on television. Three young black males in a holding pen paid some attention when I entered, then lost interest when they saw I wasnt their lawyer.
I approached the nearest desk. A balding cop looked up from the report he was typing. I told him I had an appointment with Detective Durkin.
A cop at another desk looked up and caught my eye. "You must be Scudder," he said. "Im Joe Durkin. "
His handshake was overly firm, almost a test of masculinity. He waved me into a chair and took his own seat, stubbed out a cigarette in an overflowing ashtray, lit a fresh one, leaned back and looked at me. His eyes were that pale shade of gray that doesnt show you a thing.
He said, "Still raining out there?"
"Off and on. "
"Miserable weather. You want some coffee?"
"No thanks. "
"What can I do for you?"
I told him Id like to see whatever he could show me on the Kim Dakkinen killing.
"Why?"
"I told somebody Id look into it. "
"You told somebody youd look into it? You mean you got a client?"
"You could say that. "
"Who?"
"I cant tell you that. "
A muscle worked along the side of his jaw. He was around thirty-five and a few pounds overweight, enough to make him look a little older than his years. He hadnt lost any hair yet and it was all dark brown, almost black. He wore it combed flat down on his head. He should have borrowed a blow dryer from the guy downstairs.
He said, "You cant hold that out. You dont have a license and it wouldnt be privileged information even if you did. "
"I didnt know we were in court. "
"Were not. But you come in here asking a favor-"
I shrugged. "I cant tell you my clients name. He has an interest in seeing her killer caught. Thats all. "
"And he thinks thatll happen faster if he hires you. "
"Evidently. "
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