The Mike Hammer Collection - Mickey Spillane [124]
I spun around and looked at Pat. “Tell them, friend.”
“You did a pretty good job. I’m still a Captain.”
“Well, maybe we’ll get you raised one after this, okay, Inspector?”
He didn’t say anything. He sat there glowering at me, not knowing what to think. But he was an old hand and knew when the wind was blowing bad. It showed in his eyes, only he didn’t want me to to see it. Finally he looked at his watch, then up to me. “We’ll wait some more,” he said. “It’s bound to happen sometime.”
“Don’t hold your breath waiting,” I said.
“You take care of things here, Captain,” he said to Pat. “I’ll want to see the report later.”
“I’ll have it on your desk, Inspector.”
They left then, two quiet men with one idea in their minds nobody was ever going to shake loose. When they were out I said to Pat, “Why the heat?”
“Because the city is on edge, Mike. They haven’t got the answers and neither have I. Somehow you always get thrown in the middle of things so that you’re the one to pull the switch.”
“You got everything I know.”
Pat nodded sagely. “Great. Facts are one thing, but there’s still that crazy mind of yours. You make the same facts come out with different answers somehow.” He held up his hand to shut me up. “Oh, I agree, you’re cooperative and all that jazz. You lay it on the line like you’re requested to do and still make it look like your own idea. But all the time you’re following a strange line of reasoning nobody who looks at the facts would take. I always said you should have been a straight cop in the first place.”
“I tried it a long time ago and it didn’t work.”
“You would have made a perfect crook. Sometimes I wonder just what the hell you really are inside. You live in a half world of your own, never in, never out, always on the edge.”
“Nuts to you, Pat. It works.”
“The hard way.”
Pat walked to the window, stared down into the courtyard a moment, then came back. “Kania say anything to you before he died?”
“Only how he was going to enjoy killing me.”
“You didn’t ask him any questions?”
“With a gun on me and him ready to shoot? There wasn’t anything to ask.”
“There wasn’t any chance you could have taken him?”
“Not a one.”
“So I’ll buy it. Now, how’d he find you?”
“I’m not that hard to find. He did it twice before. He probably picked up Velda at my office and followed her here.”
“She talk yet?”
“No,” I told him, “but maybe she will now. Let’s ask her.”
The doctor had finished with Velda, assuring us both that it was only a minor concussion that should leave no aftereffects, gave me a prescription for a sedative, and left us alone with her.
She smiled up at me crookedly, her face hurting with the effort.
“Think you can talk, kitten?”
“I’m all right.”
“How’d that punk get in here?”
She shook her head and winced. “I don’t know. I left the door unlocked thinking you’d be in shortly, then I went to the bathroom. When I went back into the living room he stepped out of the bedroom. He held the gun on me . . . then made me lie on the couch. I knew he was afraid I’d scream or something so he just swung the gun at me. I remember . . . coming awake once, then he hit me again. That’s all I remember until you spoke to me.”
I glanced at Pat. “That’s how he did it then. He waited at the office.”
“Did you know Grebb kept a man staked out there?”
“Didn’t everybody? I told you to stay off my neck.”
“It wasn’t my idea.”
“Kania must have spotted him the same as I did. He simply waited outside or across the street until Velda came out. When she came alone he figured she could lead him to me and stayed with her. She made the job easy by leaving the door open.”
“I’m sorry, Mike.”
“No sweat, baby,” I said. “It won’t happen again.”
“Mike . . .”
“What?”
“Mrs. Lee. She’d like to see you again.”
She was bypassing Pat,