The beer had loosened my tongue a tad, so I gave Harry the scoop.
“You got the file?”
“In the car.”
“I’d be happy to assist you in this instance. And in return, I only ask a small favor.”
“I don’t think I can handle any more favors, McGlade.”
“This one is easy.”
“What is it?”
“I’ll tell you when I catch the guard.” McGlade winked at me.
Dessert was black forest cake and incredibly strong coffee. Harry made good on his word and picked up the check. Alan tried to reach for it, but I gave him a vicious pinch underneath the table to squelch that idea.
Afterward, McGlade invited us back to his place for a nightcap. Alan got another pinch as a warning, and he made up a nice excuse about having to get home early.
McGlade got the file, Dora gave me a hug good night, and we went our separate ways.
“I’m getting the impression that Harry isn’t your favorite person.” Alan grinned at me when we got into the car.
“You picked up on the subtle nonverbal clues?”
“That, and all night you kept muttering ‘
“Was I right?”
Alan laughed. “You were right. He’s a character, though. Think he’ll find that guard guy?”
“He couldn’t find snow in Alaska.”
Alan put his hand on the back of my neck. Rubbed.
“You haven’t been yourself lately. You okay?”
“Everyone keeps asking me that. I’m a little tense, that’s all.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“I’m fighting with Herb. We’re losing this case. I walked in on Mom and Mr. Griffin.”
Alan laughed. “You did too? He’s spunky, for an old guy.”
“Spunky? The man’s a jackrabbit. He’s going to break Mom’s other hip.”
“Anything else bugging you?”
There was an implied,
I told him no, but that wasn’t true. There
I had to. Until I was sure.
“I’m glad.” Alan moved his hand from my neck to my leg.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
“Oh, I may not be Jackrabbit Griffin, but I think I can finish okay.”
And when we got back to my place, he proved that he could.
CHAPTER 41
The call came at four in the morning.
“I got him.”
I tried to open my eyes, but the Ambien wouldn’t let me.
“Who is this?”
“It’s Harry. Duh.”
“What do you want, McGlade?”
“The bull. The guard. I got him.”
That got my eyes open.
“You’re kidding.”
“Why would I kid?”
“Where are you?”
“I’m in the lobby of the Four Seasons. He’s in room 3604, under the name John Smith. Real creative, huh?”
I shook my head, tried to get my thoughts clear.
“How’d you find him?”
“I’ll tell you when you get here. Bring a warrant.”
Judge Taylor wasn’t happy about being woken up in the middle of the night, but because she knew the immediacy of the situation, she understood. I stopped by her place on Cumberland, and then went to the hotel.
McGlade greeted me at the entrance with a canary-eating grin.
“How the hell did you manage this?”
“I told you. I’m a world-famous private investigator.”
“Spill.”
“Well, I knew you guys would have checked the airports, bus terminals, and train stations, and since the guy didn’t have a car, I figured he’d still be in the city. You froze his accounts, so he couldn’t use his credit cards. That meant he had to pay with cash. So I touched base with some of my friends at a few dozen local hotels, asking if anyone checked in lately paying in cash. Got a hit here, and confirmed it when the doorman saw the picture.”
“Harry, I gotta admit it, I’m amazed.”
“Yeah. Sometimes I amaze myself. You ready to crack some skulls, partner?”
I nodded. We entered the building, all crystal chandeliers and polished marble, and I hit the button for the lobby.
“So, you owe me a favor, right?”
“Anything you want, Harry, as long as it doesn’t involve either of us getting naked.”
“You wish. You remember my movie?
“Unfortunately.”
“Well, I’m talking with the producer, and he’s considering turning it into a series.”
“That blows my mind.”
“Mine too. One of the Baldwin brothers is going to play me this time. They want to get that fat actress who played you to reprise her role. There’s a little matter of permission, though.”
My good mood lost a smidgen of goodness.
“Please, Jack? I found this guy for you, right? You owe me one. They love your character, and don’t want to do a series without her.”
I sighed. “Fine.”
McGlade opened his arms to hug me, but I advised him against it.
The elevator spit us out on the seventh floor. We passed a table stacked high with cut flowers, and made our way to the second set of elevators. McGlade pressed the number 36.
“Nice hotel.” He tapped the marble-inlaid floor with his shoe. “Reminds me of a HoJo I stayed at in Jersey.”
When the elevator stopped, we found the room without difficulty.
“Mr. Rohmer! Chicago Police Department. Open up. We have a warrant.”
No answer.
“Mr. Rohmer! Open the door, sir!”
Nothing.
“I’ll get a manager.” Harry trotted off. I continued knocking for another five minutes, before a desk clerk came over, smiling nervously.
“We’d like to keep this as quiet as possible, so as not to disturb the other guests.”
“Sure. Just open up.”
He opened it. I went in first, gun in hand. The room was dark, but I noticed two things immediately.
First, the television was on, playing the kind of movie that men watch when they’re alone.
Second, Mr. Rohmer was on top of the bed, naked and grasping his veal. He was also quite dead.
“You could try mouth-to-mouth,” Harry suggested. “He’d probably like that.”
I might have tried, too, but I’d been around enough corpses to know he’d been dead for at least an hour.
Harry shook his head. “And they say pornography is harmless.”
I turned off the TV, cursing bad luck, fate, and timing in the same breath.
“Oh, dear.” The manager made worried mother-hen noises. “We can’t let this get out.”
“It’ll make a good headline.” Harry put his arm around the clerk’s shoulders. “Crooked Department of Corrections Employee Wanks Himself to Death at Four Seasons.”
“Oh, dear.”
“At least he died happy.”
I called it in, then flipped on the lights and spent ten minutes tearing the room apart. I found a few grand in cash, and nothing else.
