sounds like a dentist drill, fires a hundred eighty rounds in six seconds, which takes care of the
Tagliani kill, O?Brian, and the boys on the boat. The rope trick was used on Logeto and Della
Norman. And we got a .337 that was used to put the insurance shots into Stinetto, Tagliani, and
Lukatis. Not that big an arsenal for all the damage that?s been done to date.”
“How about Harry Raines?” Charlie One Ear asked.
“We won?t know for sure until they get the slug out. Dutch says it was probably a .38 or close to it
That means it could be .357 or even a nine-millimetre. They?re all about the same diameter.”
“And Nance shoots a nine-millimetre Luger, right?” Stick asked.
“Nance didn?t shoot Harry Raines.”
He looked at me with surprise.
“How do you know that?”
“Instinct,” I said. “Really, logic. First of all, he?s not a contact killer. He likes to work from a distance.
Second, he?s a planner. He wouldn?t ice his mark in a fog with two people twenty yards away. It?s too
risky. Nance is a pro, He?s only made two mistakes that I know of.”
“What were they?”
“He missed me twice,” I said.
Dutch and our breakfast arrived at the table together. He had found us there to tell us that Harry
Raines was dead.
“About forty-five minutes ago,” the big man said, sinking into the booth beside me. “I been up all
night. It?s a sad, sad thing. Doe Raines is a wreck and Stoney Titan is blaming everybody but the
President. Donleavy finally stepped in to make the arrangements.”
I listened but didn?t hear any more. I was thinking about Doe and the devils that had shown
themselves to her in the hospital, devils that could twist her mind into a private hell if they were not
dealt with, and quickly. Strange how lovers and family always assumed the guilt of death. Both
DeeDee and Doe had lost loved ones in the same day and both were assuming guilt for the loss. I still
wondered if Doe knew or cared that Tony Lukatis was dead. She had bigger things to deal with now.
“Does Chief know yet?” I asked finally.
“I dunno, that?s probably Mr. Stoney?s chore,” said Dutch. The death of Harry Raines didn?t seem to
spoil his appetite. He ordered a breakfast that would have given me indigestion for a week.
“I can?t believe it,” Dutch said. “Sam Donleavy and I were talking about all this as it was happening.”
“What time did he call you?” I asked.
“I called him,” he said. “About five after eight.”
“Where?”
