Both cops obviously agreed. They headed for the squad car, and one of the late-arriving cops went back to the car for his hat too.

Belson turned, finally, to me, and folded his arms, took a big inhale and let it out.

'Okay,' Belson said, 'tell me about it.'

CHAPTER 43

I was having dinner at the Capital Grill with Hawk and Susan.

'You let one get away?' Hawk said.

'Plus the drivers of the two getaway cars, whom you, of course, would have run down on foot.'

'And bitten their heads off,' Hawk said.

The waiter arrived with drinks.

'Merlot,' he said as he put the glass of wine in front of Susan.

She said, 'Thank you, John.'

I had beer, Hawk had a glass of champagne.

'And you didn't get no license plate numbers?'

'Of course not,' I said.

'If I had I might have been able to learn something.'

'So you don't know who they were?' Hawk said.

'Actually, I do,' I said.

'Belson called me. They were a couple of Russians, with long names.'

'Russians?' Susan said.

'From Russia?'

'Yeah, via New York. Since the demise of the evil empire, the Russian mob has developed a base in New York. OCU told Belson they're moving into Boston now.'

'OCU?' Susan said.

'Organized Crime Unit,' I said.

'So why are they trying to shoot you?' Susan said.

'I don't know.'

'We been talking to a lot of organized crime types lately,' Hawk said.

'One of them could have hired some help.'

'Why?'

'We getting too close to the merger plans?'

'If there are any merger plans.'

'Fast Eddie say there are.'

'What he said was that the rocks were bumping up against each other or something like that.'

'He meant there were merger plans,' Hawk said.

'If there are, and we're so close, how come we don't know it?' I said.

'

'Cause we stupid,' Hawk said.

'Oh,' I said.

'That's why.'

John brought us two steaks and the cold seafood platter. He put the seafood in front of Susan.

'Isn't it a lot?' she said.

'We can help,' I said.

'We can't solve nothing,' Hawk said, 'but we good eaters.'.

Susan speared a clam, dipped the end of it in cocktail sauce, bit off the sauced corner, and chewed it thoughtfully.

'What I can't figure out,' she said after she'd swallowed, 'is how you start out looking for Bibi Anaheim and end up in a shootout with some Russian gangsters.'

'We can't figure that out either,' I said.

'Steak's good. You want a bite?'

Susan shook her head.

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