The Mike Hammer Collection - Mickey Spillane [108]
“I will, Mr. Hammer.”
“One more thing.”
“What’s that?”
“Your former wife.”
“Yes?”
“How much did you know about her?” I asked him.
Torrence flinched visibly, dropped his eyes to his hands, then brought them back to my face again. “I assume you went to the trouble of looking into her background.”
“I heard a few things.”
“Then let me say this . . . I was well aware of Sally’s history before marrying her. In way of explanation I’ll tell you that I loved her. In way of an excuse you might understand, say there’s no accounting for taste. We met when she was in trouble. A business relationship developed into friendship that became love. Unfortunately, she maintained her alcoholism and died because of it. Why do you ask?”
“I was thinking of blackmail possibilities.”
“Discard them. Everything is a matter of public record. I wouldn’t tolerate blackmail.”
“Maybe it hasn’t been tried yet.”
“What does that mean?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “There are just some interesting possibilities that have developed. You try to stay ahead of them.” I got up and put on my hat. “Okay, if I need anything else I’ll stop by.”
“I’m always available, Mr. Hammer.” With a gesture of dismissal he went back to his papers, so I eased out the door and looked for Geraldine King.
She was in a smaller room toward the front, one that had been converted into a small but efficiently equipped office. Behind a typewriter, with black-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, she looked like a calendar artist’s idea of what a secretary should be. Through the knee well in the desk I could see her skirt hiked halfway up her thighs for comfort and the first thing she did when she saw me in the doorway was reach for the hem and tug it down.
I let out a half-silent wolf whistle and grinned. “Man,” I said.
She pulled her glasses off and dropped them in front of her. “Distracting, aren’t I?”
“Tell me, honey, how the hell does Torrence work with you around?”
Geraldine chuckled and shrugged. “With ease, that’s how. I am a fixture, a political associate and nothing more. I can prance around this house in the buff and he’d never notice.”
“Want to bet?”
“No, I mean it. Mr. Torrence is dedicated. His political life is all he knows and all he wants. He’s been in public service so long that he thinks of nothing else. Any time he is seen with a woman having supper or at some social function is for a political advantage.”
“The female votes?”
“Certainly. Women don’t mind widowers who seem to still have a family instinct but they do seem to resent confirmed bachelors.”
“That’s what the men get for giving them the vote. Look, kid, Sim tells me you’ve been through a few of his political campaigns.”
“That’s right.”
“He ever have any trouble before?”
“Like what?”
“Something from his past coming out to shake him. Any blackmail attempts or threats against his personal life. He says no, but sometimes these things go through the party rather than the individual.”
She sat back, frowning, then shook her head. “I think I’d know of anything like that. The organization is well knit and knows the implications of these things and I would have been told, but as far as I know nothing can interfere with his career. He’s exceptionally clean. That’s why we were so concerned about Sue’s running off. Even a thing like that can affect voting. A man who can’t run his own house can hardly be expected to run a state.”
“You know he’s in a position to be hurt now.”
“I realize that.” She got up, pushed her chair back and walked toward me with a swaying stride, not conscious at all of the subtle undulations beneath the tight-fitting sweater and skirt. “Do you think Sue will be all right?”
“She’s a big girl. She may not look it, but don’t be fooled.”
“This business . . . about Mr. Torrence killing her mother.”
“That’s an idea she’ll have to get out of her mind.”
Geraldine said, “She dreams it. Dreams can be pretty real sometimes. Her very early childhood couldn’t have been very nice. I