“No.”
“Try?”
“Yes.”
“They’re only concerned with their own hatreds,” I said. “Are there many more left in England of your unit?”
“No. You… you overcame us all.”
“Gonna overcome all the rest of you too,” Hawk said from the window.
Kathie looked blank.
“What’s shaking in Copenhagen?”
“I don’t understand.”
“Why did you go to Denmark when you left London?”
“Paul was there.”
“What was he doing there?”
“He lives there sometimes. He lives many places and that’s one of them.”
“The apartment on Vester Sogade?”
“Yes.”
“And when Hawk busted that up you and he came here.”
“Yes. ”The address on the Kalverstraat?“
“Yes.”
“And you spotted us watching?”
“Paul did. He is very careful.” I looked at Hawk. Hawk said, “He pretty good too. I never saw him.”
“And?”
“And he called me on the telephone and made me stay inside. Then he watched you while you watched me. When you left for the night he came in.”
“When?”
“Last night.”
“And you moved out of that place?”
“Yes, to Paul’s apartment.”
“And today while we were staking out the empty place on the Kalverstraat, Paul brought you and the two stiffs here.”
“Yes, Milo and Antone. They thought we were coming to ambush you. I did too.”
“And when you got in here Paul burned Milo and Antone?”
“Excuse me?”
“Paul killed the two men.”
“Paul and a man named Zachary. Paul said it was time for a sacrifice. Then he bound me and gagged me and left me for you. He said he was sorry.”
“Where’s the apartment?”
“It doesn’t matter. They won’t be there.”
“Tell me anyway.”
“It’s on the Prinsengracht.” She told us the number. I looked at Hawk. He nodded, slipped into the shotgun rig, put on his jacket and went out. Hawk needed a shotgun less than most. “What are Paul’s plans now?”
“I don’t know.”
“You must know something. Until last night you were his darling.” Her eyes filled. “And now you aren’t. You should start getting used to that.” She nodded. “So being as you were his darling up till today, didn’t he tell you anything about his plans?”
“He told no one. When he was ready we were told what to do, but not before.”
“So you didn’t know what was coming down tomorrow?”
“I don’t understand.”
“You didn’t even know what was going to be done tomorrow.”
“That is right.”
“And you don’t think he’s at the place on Prinsengracht?”
“No. No one will be there when the black man gets there.”
“His name is Hawk,” I said. She nodded. “If the police penetrated your organization, or if they raided the apartment on Prinsengracht, where would the survivors meet?”
