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“Catherine—” Neva pursed his lips. His hands were still raised limply, as if he’d just finished an exhausting concerto at an invisible Steinway, but he seemed suddenly conscious of the gesture. He opened his mouth to say something, then thought better of it.
“When, Neva?”
“I — well, it’s been weeks, we—”
Bra
“What about her, Neva?”
“I — they weren’t pornography,” he gasped then. “They were art. Anyhow I didn’t send any of them through the mail so there’s no charge that can be—*
“Son of a—” Bra
“There was only one set. Only one, honestly. That’s all I ever printed. And I never took any others. You can ask anyone. I’m a very serious portrait photographer. Some of my young men’s faces have won awards in—”
“Get’em, Neva.”
“But I—”
“Get them!”
Neva swallowed once, getting to his feet, then scampered across the room toward a filing cabinet with a series of mincing, tight-cheeked little steps. A high-jumper with hemorrhoids would have moved just about the same way. Bra
Neva was rummaging through a top drawer. He was mumbling.
“Talk up, damn it,” Bra
“I merely tried to say that it wasn’t my idea, not at all. We were — well, it was after a party and she was tipsy, and the boys she was with were tipsy too, and I—”
“Boys she was with—”
Bra
“Yes, yes, I—” Neva scurried back toward us, white-faced. He held out a manila folder awkwardly.
I was staring at the palm of my right hand when Bra
“Let’s see them, Nate.”
He handed them over. They were about what I expected. Neva was not even much of a photographer. I had seen better at stag parties in college.
I looked through all of them. Cathy’s eyes were squinting against the light as if she’d been hopped up on marijuana when they were taken, but I did not bother to mention it. I handed them back without saying anything at all.
They would have made splendid illustrations for a book I had just begun thinking about writing. I was calling it Fa
“Get the negatives, Neva.”
Neva brought out a smaller folder. Bra
“There anymore of these? Anyplace?”
“No, honestly, none at all. Just the single set.”
Bra
He turned back after a minute, talking quietly now. “Neva, if I didn’t want to keep the girl’s name out of a mess like this on top of everything else I’d take you in so fast your jeans would unravel. I’ll forget I ever saw those things, or for that matter you. Especially you. But I’ll give you fair warning. If I ever hear your name once in co
Neva nodded. He was not the same frivolous lad who’d greeted us at the door a few minutes before. But then I had to wonder just who was.
“You pig,” Bra
He turned and looked at me, then went out. He went down the concrete stairs quickly and I didn’t rush to keep up with him. I was only a short way down when Neva called after me. I stopped and looked back.
“About Catherine,” he said hesitantly. “You didn’t say. Is anything the matter? I—”
“You know Ned Sommers?”
“Slightly, yes. The writer.”
“You could call him,” I said. “He’ll probably be interested, too. She’s dead.”
I couldn’t have told anybody why I’d bothered. I didn’t wait for his reaction. Bra
“That was some dame, Fa
He didn’t expect an answer so I didn’t make one. He jerked away from the curb and then swung down into the lower east side of the Village before heading across toward Jones Street. I did not say anything all the way over. I kept seeing the photos of Cathy in my mind, and when I tried to get rid of them the only thing that came instead was an image of her on the floor in my doorway. It made the ride fun. I had such a swell choice of things to think about.
The Arthur Leeds address was another brownstone. Bra
“No, I didn’t.”
He made a sucking sound between his lips, leaning forward on the wheel. “I still don’t get it, you know. You. God knows, you’ve been around. And yet you stayed married to her for damned near a year.”
I didn’t answer him. He went on talking without looking at me.
“Promiscuous as a mink. And judging from the evidence, about as discriminating as a hungry hound in the town dump. You’ve gotten or a dozen buddies doing time who’d like to have fooled you that long.”
I still didn’t answer him. I took a cigarette and pulled on it deeply, watching the smoke break against the windshield.
“All right,” he said, “so it’s none of my business. You want to go in?”
I nodded, opening the door. I hadn’t answered him because I didn’t have any answers. I’d spent a year trying to get rid of what I’d felt about Cathy and then this morning had brought it all back. It was still rotten, thinking that things might have been different for her if she’d had some help, and I had to feel guilty about that. But I was not feeling much of anything else now. Bra
We were walking across. “Soon as we see this one we’ll check Coffey out,” he was telling me.
Leeds was listed for 3-B and it was another one we didn’t have to ring. Some misguided soul had hooked back the outside door in the hope that it might let a little cool air in. Maybe there was cool air on A
That was when I noticed that the heat was getting to Bra