he says Lawrence Duberville Clay himself is taking a personal interest.'
'Sonofabitch. Can we keep them off the street? Those guys could screw up a wet dream.'
'I'll suggest that they focus on intelligence, but it won't work,' Daniel said. 'Clay thinks he can ride the crime business into the attorney general's job, and maybe the presidency. The papers are calling these killings 'domestic terrorism.' That'll get him out here for sure, just like when he went out to Chicago on that dope deal, and L.A. for the Green Army bust. When he gets here, he'll want some action.'
'Fuck him. Let him find his own action.'
'Try to be nice, all right? And in the meantime, let's get these pictures from the Trib and start hammering the street. If we nail these cocksuckers, Lawrence Duberville won't have any reason to come out.'
They met with StarTribune executives in the office of Louis Wink, the paper's bald-as-a-cueball editor. Harold Probst, the publisher, and Kelly Lawrence, the city editor, sat in. Lily arrived on Daniel's arm; his elbow, Lucas noticed, was pressing Lily's breast. Daniel wore a gray suit that was virtually a mirror image of Wink's, and a self- satisfied smile. The meeting lasted ten minutes.
'The reason I object is that it brings up the question of whether we're an arm of the police. It damages our credibility,' said the round-faced Lawrence.
'With who?' Lily asked heatedly. She was dressed in a rough silk blouse and another tweed skirt. She either had the world's best complexion or did the world's best makeup, Lucas thought.
'With people on the street,' said the city editor. Law- rence was wearing a rumpled cotton dress that was just the wrong color of blue for her eyes. Lily looked so much better that Lucas wished she'd waited outside.
'Oh, bullshit,' Lily snapped. 'You have this great big goddamned building full of yuppies in penny loafers and you're worried about damaging your reputation with street people? Jesus H. Christ on a crutch.'
'Take it easy,' Lucas said soothingly. 'She's right. It's a sensitive question.'
'We wouldn't even ask, if the crimes weren't so horrendous. They killed a federal judge last night; butchered him. They killed one of the brightest up-and-coming politicians in the country and two people here,' Daniel said in a syrupy voice. He turned to Lily. 'The fact is, the press is in;i very delicate situation.'
He turned back to Wink and Probst, where the power was. 'All we want to do is look at the face of the man that Lily thinks might be the New York killer. And we want to look at the people around him, so we can question them. You might very well have run all of those pictures in the paper, for anyone to see. You promised confidentiality to nobody. In fact, they were soliciting attention by their very presence at this confrontation.'
'Well, that's right,' said Probst. A flash of irritation crossed Wink's face. Probst had come up on the advertising side.
'And you'll get a tremendous story out of it,' Lucas put in. 'You'll stick it right up the Pioneer Press's ass.'
Lawrence, the city editor, brightened, but Lily continued to stew. 'And if you don't we'll go to court and drag it out of you anyway,' she snarled.
'Hey…' Wink sat up.
Daniel broke in before he could go any further. He pointed a finger at Lily's face and said, 'No, we won't, Lieutenant. If they decide against us in this room, we'll look for other pictures, but we won't go to court. And if you keep this up, I'll ship your ass back to New York faster than you can say 'Avenue of the Americas.' '
Lily opened her mouth and just as suddenly snapped it shut. 'Okay,' she said. She glanced at Wink. 'Sorry.'
Daniel smiled his most charming smile at Wink and said, 'Please?'
'I think… we should get some prints in here,' Wink said. He nodded at Lawrence. 'Get them.'
They all sat silently until the city editor came back with three manila envelopes and handed them to Wink. Wink opened one, took out a set of eight-by-ten prints, looked at them, then passed them to Daniel. Daniel dealt them out across the table to Lily, who stood up, spread them out and began studying them.
'It's him,' she said after a moment. She tapped one of the faces. 'That's my man.'
They got two sets of photos and stopped on the street corner before Daniel walked back to City Hall.
'Larry Hart is coming over this afternoon. He had to get his case load closed out,' Daniel said to Lucas. 'I'll get him a set of photographs. He may know somebody.'
'All right. And I'll show my set around.'
Daniel nodded and looked at Lily. 'You should watch your temper. You almost lost it for us.'
'Newsies piss me off,' she said. 'You were getting pushed around.'
'I wasn't getting pushed. Everybody knew what would happen. We had to go through the ritual,' Daniel said mildly.
'Okay. It's your turf. I apologize,' she said.
'You should apologize. Being a hell of guy, I accept,' Daniel said, and started off across the street.
Lily looked after him. 'He's a piece of work,' she said after a moment.
'He's okay. He can be an asshole, but he isn't stupid,' Lucas said.
'So who's this Larry Hart?' Lily asked.
'He's a Welfare guy, a Sioux. Good guy, knows the streets, probably knows a thousand Indians. He's fairly large in Indian politics. He's written some articles, goes out to all the powwows and so on.'
'We need him. I spent six hours on the street yesterday and didn't learn a thing. The guy I was with-'
'Shearson?'
'Yeah. He wouldn't know an Indian from a fire hydrant. Christ, it was almost embarrassing,' she said, shaking her head.
'You're not going back out with him?'
'No.' She looked at him without a sign of a smile. 'Besides his woefully inadequate IQ, we had a little problem yesterday.'
'Well:…'
'I thought I might ride along with you. You're showing the pictures around, right?'
'Yeah.' Lucas scratched his head. He didn't like working with a partner: he sometimes made deals that were best kept private. But Lily was from New York and shouldn't be a problem that way. 'All right, I guess. I'm parked down this way.'
'Everybody says you've got the best contacts in the Indian community,' Lily said as they walked along. Lucas kept looking at her and tripped on an uneven sidewalk slab. She grinned, still looking straight ahead.
'I know about eight guys. Maybe ten. And not well,' Lucas said when he recovered.
'You came up with the picture from the paper,' she pointed out.
'I had a guy I could squeeze.' Lucas stepped off the curb and walked around the nose of his Porsche. Lily walked behind him.
'Uh, around there,' he said, pointing back to the passenger-side door.
She looked down at the 911, surprised. 'Is this your car?'
'Yeah.'
'I thought we were crossing the street,' Lily said as she stepped back to the curb.
Lucas got in and popped open her door; she climbed inside and fastened the seat belt. 'Not many New York cops would have the guts to drive around in a Porsche. Everybody would figure he was in the bag,' she said.
'I've got some money of my own,' Lucas said.
'Even so, you wouldn't have to buy a Porsche with it,' Lily said primly. 'You could buy a perfectly good car for ten or fifteen thousand and give the other twenty or thirty thousand to charity. You could give it to the Little Sisters of the Poor.'
'I thought about that,' Lucas said. He gunned the Porsche through an illegal U-turn and punched it up to forty in the twenty-five-mile-per-hour business zone. 'And I decided, fuck 'em.'
Lily threw back her head and laughed. Lucas grinned at her and thought that maybe she was carrying a few too many pounds, but maybe that wasn't all bad.
They took the photographs to the Indian Center, showed them around. Two of the men in the photos were known by face but not by name. Nobody knew where they lived. Lucas called Anderson, told him about the tentative IDs, and Anderson promised to get more photos on the street.
After leaving the Indian Center, they stopped at an Indian-dominated public housing project, where Lucas knew two old men who worked as caretakers. They got no new IDs. The hostility was palpable.
'They don't like cops,' Lily said as they left.
