'Yes.'
'And why do you think the body was addressed to South America?'
'I don't know the answer to that.'
'Ecuador is headhunter country, isn't it?'
'Yes.'
'It is logical to assume then that someone planned to reunite the head and the body in South America.'
'I think so.'
'You haven't told us everything.'
'I've told you what I
'This Marty ... Dimitri's men never saw him?'
'No.'
'But you could see him?'
'Yes.'
'We can't arrest a ghost,' said O'Brien.
'Well, if he can make himself solid enough to beat someone's brains out with a pipe wrench, you might be able to.... Question of being there at the right time.'
Even the cockroaches
The Cucaracha, where Kiki worked as a waiter, had 'La Cucaracha' on the jukebox. It's a basement restaurant, with a small bar and a few tables. It was 11:00 P.M. and the place was empty. I hadn't seen Kiki since I interviewed him on the Green case. Looking very handsome in a worn dinner jacket, he was leaning against the bar, talking to a bargirl. She does a strip-tease act uptown on weekends which is a thing to see.
Because old Pancho shakes the dirt out
I shook hands with Kiki, ordered a margarita, and sat down, and right on cue a cockroach crawled across the table. When Kiki brought the margarita I pointed to the cockroach and said, 'He's getting his marijuana and getting it steady.'
'
I looked around and saw there was one other diner by the door. I hadn't noticed him when I came in. He was sitting alone and reading a book called
On the wall were bullfight posters and
I drank the margaritas and ordered a combination plate and went to the green room. When I came back, 'Thin Air' was gone. Kiki came and sat with me and had a Carta Blanca. I told him Jerry was dead.
La cucaracha la cucaracha