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"That's fine," I said, "but I want you to know you don't owe me anything for it."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean don't go paying my bar tab for this."
"Are you sore?"
"No."
"It was just something I felt like doing."
"I appreciate it, but it wasn't necessary."
"Yeah, I guess." He shrugged. "When you're skimming you get to be very free with cash. You spend it on things that don't show.The hell with it. I can stand you a drink, though, can't I?In my own joint?"
"That you can do."
"C'mon then," he said, "beforefuckingRuslander gives the whole store away."
EVERY time I went into Armstrong's I wondered if I'd run into Carolyn, and each time I was more relieved than disappointed when I didn't. I could have called her, but I sensed that it was perfectly appropriate not to. Friday night had been just what each of us had evidently wanted, and it looked as though it had been complete in itself for both of us, and I was glad of that. As a fringe benefit, I was over whatever had had me bugged about Fran, and it was begi
I didn't run into Tommy, either, and that, too, was a relief, and in no sense disappointing.
Then Monday morning I picked up the News and read that they'd pulled in a pair of young Hispanics fromSunsetPark for theTillary burglary and homicide. The paper ran the usual photo- two ski
I was in Armstrong's that afternoon when the phone rang. De
"Who wants to know?"
"TommyTillary."
You never know what a woman will decide to tell a man, or how a man will react to it. I didn't much want to find out, but I was better off learning over the phone than face-to-face. I nodded and De
I said, "Matt Scudder, Tommy. I was sorry to hear about your wife."
"Thanks, Matt. Jesus, it feels like it happened a year ago. It was what, a little over a week?"
"At least they got the bastards."
There was a pause. Then he said, "Jesus. You haven't seen a paper, huh?"
"Sure I did. Two Spanishkids, had their pictures."
"I guess you read this morning's News."
"I generally do. Why?"
"But not this afternoon's Post."
"No. Why, what happened? They turn out to be clean?"
"Clean," he said, and snorted. Then he said, "I figured you'd know. The cops came by early this morning, before I saw the story in the News, so I didn't even know about the arrest. Shit. Be easier if you already knew this."
"I'm not following you, Tommy."
"The two Latin lovers.Clean? Shit, the men's room in theTimes Square subway station, that's how clean they are. The cops hit their place and found stuff from my house everywhere they looked. Jewelry they had descriptions of, a stereo that I gave them the serial number, everything.Monogrammed shit. I mean that's how clean they were, for Christ's sake."
"So?"
"So they admitted the burglary but not the murder."
"Crooks do that all the time, Tommy."
"Lemmefinish, huh? They admitted the burglary, but according to them it wasn't really a burglary. I was giving them all that stuff."
"And they just came to pick it up in the middle of the night."
"Yeah, right.No, their story was they were supposed to make it look like a burglary so I could collect from my insurance. I could claim a loss on top of what they were actually taking, and that way everybody's to the good."
"What did the actual loss amount to?"
"Shit, I don't know. There were twice as many things turned up at their place as I ever listed when I made out a report.There's things I missed a few days after I filled out the report and other stuff I didn't know was gone until the cops found them. And they took things weren't covered. There was a fur of Peg's, we werego
"It hardly sounds like an insurance setup."
"No, of course not.How the hell could it be? Anyway, the important thing is according to them the house was empty when they hit it. Peg wasn't home."
"And?"
"And I set them up is their story. They hit the place, they carted everything away, and then I came home with Peg and stabbed her six, eight times, whatever it was, and left her there so it looked like it happened during a burglary."
"How could the burglars testify that you stabbed your wife?"
"They couldn't. All they said was they didn't and she wasn't home when they were there and I had it arranged with them to do the burglary. The cops pieced the rest of it together."
"What did they do, arrest you?"
"No. They came over to the hotel where I'm staying, it was early,I was just out of the shower. Now this was the first I knew that the spics were arrested, let alone that they were trying to do a job on me. They just wanted to talk, the cops, and at first I talked to them, and then I started to get the drift of what they were trying to put on me. So I said I wasn't saying anything more without my lawyerpresent, and I called him, and he left half his breakfast on the table and came over in a hurry, and he wouldn't let me say a word."
"And they didn't take you in or book you?"
"No."
"But they didn't entirely buy your story either?"
"No way.I didn't really tell 'ema story because Kaplan wouldn't let me say anything. They didn't drag me in because they don't have a case yet, but according to Kaplan they're going to be building one if they can. They told me not to leave town. You believe it? My wife's dead, the Post headline says 'Quiz Husband in Burglary Murder,' and what the hell do they think I'mgo
I waited for him to tell me what he wanted from me. I didn't have long to wait.
"Why I called," he said, "is Kaplan thinks we ought to hire a detective. He figures maybe these guys talked around the neighborhood, maybe they bragged to their friends, maybe there's a way to prove they did the killing. He says the cops won't concentrate on that end if they're too busy trying to nail the lid shut on me."
I explained that I didn't have any official standing, that I had no license and filed no reports.
"That's okay," he insisted. "I told Kaplan what I want is somebody I can trust,somebody'll do a job for me. I don't think they'rego