Goodnight, Irene

“I’ll let you take all of this,” MacPherson said, carefully replacing the skull in the box and gathering up the papers. “I will be happy to answer any questions which arise after you’ve had a chance to read the material. Would you please make sure that Ha

“Certainly,” Frank answered, taking the box. I was glad he had handed the box to Frank. I’m not especially squeamish, but the idea of riding back in the car with a skull in a box was enough to give me the willies.

“Dr. MacPherson,” I said, “I know this would have meant a great deal to Mr. O’Co

“Not at all, not at all. Your friend had a way of piquing one’s curiosity. I am the luckiest of men. I find this type of work fascinating, and sometimes I’m even paid to do it. Please let me know what you learn.”

We all shook hands and Frank left his card, in case Dr. MacPherson had questions of his own later on. We started to leave, when Frank hesitated, then said, “One other thing, Dr. MacPherson. We have to advise anyone even remotely co

“Detective Harriman, when you have testified against as many psychopaths as I have, you become cautious by habit. But how interesting! I would have thought the odds of the killer still being alive and in the area slim, but this is obviously not the case. When Miss Kelly told me Mr. O’Co

“We’re not sure it is in co

“In that case, it is I who should advise you to be careful. Anyone desperate enough to kill a journalist won’t think twice about harming an officer of the law.”

We said good-bye again and walked out to the car. Frank tucked the box under one arm and fished in his pockets for his keys.

“For God’s sakes, Frank, don’t drop her.”

“That was quite an experience, wasn’t it?”

“Not at all what I expected.”

Frank started to put Ha

I was relieved not to have to hold her on my lap.

As we drove off, I looked at my watch. “We might get back in time for me to make deadline.”

“You think they’re going to want to print the pictures of her? It’s not as if this is really fresh news.”

“The murder itself is old news, but the pictures and the progress in identifying her are another story. Our readers have been seeing articles on this woman at least once a year for the past thirty-five years. I think they’ll be curious.”

“Something tells me your boss will want to save this up for one of those a

“No, I’m going to write it up as a possible link to O’Co

“Maybe you’re right.” For a moment he seemed distracted, glancing at the side and rearview mirrors.

“Somebody following us?” I asked, willing myself not to turn around.

He was quiet, concentrating on getting onto the Harbor Freeway, and subtly checking the mirrors again. “No, I guess not,” he said at last.

He looked over at me. “Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, just jittery, I guess.”

“Sorry.”

We rode in silence while I tried to find my gumption. We reached the 405, and Frank did the routine with mirrors again, and there went any nerve I was building.

I was begi

“It’s okay to be scared, you know. It keeps you from being foolish,” he said, looking over at me. I was going to have to give up poker if I kept showing everything I was feeling.

“I was just wondering if I am going to be able to cut it as a reporter. Maybe I’m getting too old for this stuff.”

“Well, Gra

“How many pep talks a day are you geared up for?”

“Whatever it takes.”

After a while I settled down and started thinking about Ha

“Frank?”

“Mmm?”

“If the person we’re after is Ha

“I’ve been asking myself the same question. Assuming it is a ‘he’-and this would not be the kind of action you’d expect from a woman, true, but we should keep that option open-anyway, I guess there could be any number of reasons and they’d apply to either sex. First and foremost, he or she got away with it, and is still a long way from being discovered, let alone convicted of anything. That in itself might keep him in the area. Second, he may have some job or position that requires him to be in Las Piernas-or maybe he’s dependent on someone here. Third, leaving might have attracted more attention than staying.”

“Something else,” I said. “If Ha

“Maybe. Woolsey’s behavior in all of this is damned odd as well.”

“All those years of O’Co

Frank took the off-ramp at Shoreline, the street that runs along the cliffs by the ocean in Las Piernas.

“Taking the scenic route?” I asked.

“You might say that,” he said, looking in the mirrors again.

After three or four minutes, he said quietly, “Make sure your seat belt’s snug.”

I did, glancing at my side mirror long enough to see a big blue Lincoln two cars behind us.

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NOW WHAT?” I asked.

“Let’s see what they have in mind. Keep your eyes open for a black-and-white-we may want to attract some attention.”

He accelerated slightly, and began to work his way in and out of traffic. The Lincoln stayed with us.

“If I get a chance, I’ll try to get you out of the car. But I don’t want to make you a target if he’s got his gun with him.”

“Forget it, Frank. I’m not getting out of this car.”

“Goddamn it, Irene, you’ll do as you’re told.”

“That line only worked for my father, and he wore it out in less than fifteen years.”

He sat there clenching the wheel, seething and muttering under his breath. But soon he was concentrating on the Lincoln again, which was making a move to close the distance between us. I realized that traffic had fallen off-we were entering an industrial area near the harbor. Quonset huts and old brick warehouses lined the streets.

“Hang on.”

He floored the accelerator and pulled the car into a hard left. The wheels squealed in protest and the car fishtailed onto a short street that ran alongside the warehouses and away from the water. He made a sharp right onto an alleyway so narrow it didn’t seem we would fit. We didn’t-the car scraped along between two corrugated tin buildings on either side, metal screeching against metal, throwing sparks. Both side mirrors went flying off in the first few seconds. The doors grew hot, but the car kept moving. Frank looked up in the only remaining mirror.