'I'll do what I can,' I said. 'I owe you that much.'

    'You don't owe me a thing, soldier. I wasn't doing it for you.'

    'I'll keep you out of it anyway.'

    The cabin cruiser slowed to an idle and bumped gently broadside against the landing. It was early dawn and the sky was a lighter gray in the east. I collected Carmen and went ashore to find my car and find a phone and make a phone call.

    Which I did.

CHAPTER 35

    We were in a brightly lighted clean gray room in the Coast Guard Station in Long Beach. Ohls was there smoking one of his toy cigars and looking as if he'd had a good breakfast. There was also a captain from the Long Beach police, who was tall and thin and had a big Adam's apple and the expression of a man who didn't like his job. Behind a neat gray government-issue desk was a Coast Guard lieutenant commander named Fenton, who had a red face and the upper body of a beer barrel. I sat on a straight chair in front of the commander. Carmen, dressed in a Coast Guard fatigue shirt and dungarees four sizes too big, looked like Mary Pickford on the chair beside me. Ohls was standing near the doorway, and the Long Beach police captain, whose name was Rackley, was leaning on the wall next to Fenton's desk.

    'We don't need her,' Ohls said. 'We brought Simpson into the Coast Guard brig and he wouldn't shut up. He told us about the Neville Valley water scheme. He told us about chopping up Lola Monforte and four or five others from all over the country. He told us that Dr. Bonsentir was with him in everything and was his, ah, 'mentor' I think he called him, and 'spiritual adviser.' '

    'Where's Bonsentir?' I said.

    Ohls looked at Fenton.

    'Had a Mexican with him,' Fenton said. 'Built like a gorilla. He put up a fight-trying to protect Bonsentir, I guess. I got a seaman in the hospital and another with a broken arm. The chief in charge of the detail had to shoot him dead.'

    'And?'

    'And in the scuffle Bonsentir disappeared.'

    'He'll turn up,' Ohls said. 'We cut off his juice anyway, with Simpson.'

    'Can I see Randolph?' Carmen said.

    'Not right now,' Ohls said. He looked at me. 'We got your statement, Marlowe, and hers. And before Simpson stops talking we may get him for murdering Lincoln.'

    I nodded. Carmen was working on her thumb again.

    'Wait a minute,' Rackley said. His Adam's apple juggled up and down his thin neck. 'Are you turning them loose?'

    'Yeah.'

    'Long Beach might have something to say about that,' Rackley said.

    'Long Beach would still be tripping over its own handcuffs, if Fenton here hadn't made a courtesy call,' Ohls said. 'Nothing going on here happened in Long Beach.'

    'I resent the crack about the handcuffs,' Rackley said.

    'I was kinda hoping you would,' Ohls said. 'You got any problems letting them walk?' He looked at Fenton.

    'We're going to need her, it comes to trial,' Fenton said. 'Him too.'

    'Look,' Ohls said patiently. 'This guy goes out by himself onto a boat full of guys with big guns to rescue a nymphomaniac lulu that's sicker than two buzzards. He gets strangled and sapped and damn nears drowns and gets her out and brings her to us. He also solves a noisy dismemberment murder for us and prevents somebody from stealing a lifetime supply of water from some people up north.'

    Ohls took a puff on his toy cigar and took it out of his mouth and looked at it for a moment.

    'For this he gets paid… how much you getting for this, Marlowe?'

    'A dollar, and expenses.'

    'Tank of gas, maybe?'

    'And two bullets,' I said.

    Ohls crossed his arms and stared at Rackley.

    'You think when it comes time to testify we ain't going to find him?'

    'The lieutenant has a point there,' I said to Rackley.

    'You think nobody helped him get on and off that yacht?' Rackley said. 'Coast Guard found twenty-eight bullet holes in the hull and superstructure.'

    'I reload fast,' I said.

    'Nobody in Long Beach probably knows this,' Ohls said. 'But most good cops know when to press and when to leave alone. I like this thing just the way Marlowe told it.'

    Rackley got up.

    'Hell,' he said. 'Like you said there's no Long Beach jurisdiction here.'

    He walked past me and Ohls and went out of the room and closed the door hard, but not too hard, behind him.

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