“Never mind. At least she called us in. I figured it would be better if we changed our routine. That night I was on a homicide case. Strictly insurance, but the company was paying off and there would be another grand in the kitty. I figured it would be a better move to let Velda cover the affair since she’d be able to stay with the client at all times, even into the ladies’ room.”
Larry interrupted with a wave of his hand. “Mind a rough question?”
“No.”
“Was this angle important or were you thinking, rather, of the profit end—like splitting your team up between two cases.”
I knew I had started to shake and pressed my hands against my sides hard. After a few seconds the shakes went away and I could answer him without wanting to tear his head off. “It was an important angle,” I said. “I had two heists pulled under my nose when they happened in a powder room.”
“And—the woman. How did she feel about it?”
“Velda was a pro. She carried a gun and had her own P.I. ticket.”
“And she could handle any situation?”
I nodded. “Any we presumed could happen here.”
“You were a little too presumptuous, weren’t you?”
The words almost choked me when I said, “You know, Doc, you’re asking to get killed.”
He shook his head and grinned. “Not you, Mike. You aren’t like you used to be. I could take you just as easy as Pat did. Almost anybody could.”
I tried to get up, but he laid a hand on my chest and shoved me back and I couldn’t fight against him. Every nerve in me started to jangle and my head turned into one big round blob of pain.
Larry said, “You want a drink?”
“No.”
“You’d better have one.”
“Stuff it.”
“All right, suffer. You want to talk some more or shall I take off?”
“I’ll finish the story. Then you can work on Pat. When I get out of here I’m going to make a project of rapping you and Pat right in the mouth.”
“Good. You have something to look forward to. Now talk.”
I waited a minute, thinking back years and putting the pieces in slots so familiar they were worn smooth at the edges. Finally I said, “At eleven o’clock Velda called me at a prearranged number. Everything was going smoothly. There was nothing unusual, the guests were all persons of character and money, there were no suspicious or unknown persons present including the household staff. At that time they were holding dinner awaiting the arrival of Mr. Rudolph Civac. That was my last connection with Velda.”
“There was a police report?”
“Sure. At 11:15 Mr. Civac came in and after saying hello to the guests, went upstairs with his wife for a minute to wash up. Velda went along. When they didn’t appear an hour and a half later a maid went up to see if anything was wrong and found the place empty. She didn’t call the police, thinking that they had argued or something, then went out the private entrance to the rear of the estate. She served dinner with a lame excuse for the host’s absence, sent the guests home and cleaned up with the others.
“The next day Marta Civac was found in the river, shot in the head, her jewels gone and neither her husband nor Velda was ever seen again.”
I had to stop there. I didn’t want to think on the next part anymore. I was hoping it would be enough for him, but when I looked up he was frowning with thought, digesting it a little at a time like he was diagnosing a disease, and I knew it wasn’t finished yet.
He said, “They were abducted for the purpose of stealing those gems?”
“It was the only logical way they could do it. There were too many people. One scream would bring them running. They probably threatened the three of them, told them to move on out quietly where the theft could be done without interruption and allow the thieves to get away.”
“Would Velda have gone along with them?”
“If they threatened the client that’s the best way. It’s better to give up insured gems than get killed. Even a rap on the head can kill if it isn’t done right and, generally speaking, jewel thieves aren’t killers unless they’re pushed.”
I felt a shudder go through my shoulders. “No. The body—showed why.” I paused and he sat patiently, waiting. “Marta was a pudgy dame with thick fingers. She had crammed on three rings worth a hundred grand combined and they weren’t about to come off normally. To get the rings they had severed the fingers.”
Softly, he remarked, “I see.”
“It was lousy.”
“What do you think happened, Mike?”
I was going to hate to tell him, but it had been inside too long. I said, “Velda advised them to go along thinking it would be a heist without any physical complications. Probably when they started to take the rings off the hard way the woman started to scream and was shot. Then her husband and Velda tried to help her and that was it.”
“Was what?”
I stared at the ceiling. Before it had been so plain, so simple. Totally believable because it had been so totally terrible. For all those years I had conditioned myself to think only one way because in my job you got to know which answers were right.
Now, suddenly, maybe they weren’t right anymore.
Larry asked, “So they killed the man and Velda too and their bodies went out to sea and were never found?”
My tired tone was convincing. I said, “That’s how the report read.”
“So Pat took it all out on you.”
“Looks that way.”
“Uh-huh. You let her go on a job you should have handled yourself.”
“It didn’t seem that way at first.”
“Perhaps, but you’ve been taking it out on yourself too. It just took that one thing to make you a bum.”
“Hard words, friend.”
“You realize what happened to Pat?”
I glanced at him briefly and nodded. “I found out.”
“The hard way.”
“So I didn’t think he cared.”
“You probably never would have known if that didn’t happen.”
“Kismet, buddy. Like your getting punched in the mouth.”
“But there’s a subtle difference now, Mikey boy, isn’t there?”
“Like how?” I turned my head and watched him. He was the type who could hide his thoughts almost completely, even to a busted-up pro like me, but it didn’t quite come off. I knew what he was getting to.
“Something new has been added, Mike.”
“Oh?”
“You were a sick man not many hours ago.”
“I’m hurting right now.”
“You know what I’m talking about. You were a drunk just a little while back.”
“So I kicked the habit.”
“Why?”
“Seeing old friends helped.”
He smiled at me, leaned forward and crossed his arms. “What did that guy tell you?”
“Nothing,” I lied.
“I think I know. I think I know the only reason that would turn you from an acute alcoholic to a deadly sober man in a matter of minutes.”
I had to be sure. I had to see what he knew. I said, “Tell me, Doc.”
