Laddie boy with the gun shoved it back on his hip and walked across the street. He started puking after his first look and crawled back in the prowl car.
So at one o'clock in the morning Pat got there with no more fanfare than the winking red light on the top of the police car. I watched him step out and yank his collar up against the rain. The cops looked smart when he passed because there wasn't anything else to do. A killing in this neighborhood was neither important nor interesting enough to drag out the local citizenry in a downpour, so the harness bulls just stood at attention until the brass had given his nod of recognition.
The cop who had frisked me said, 'Good evening, Captain Chambers.'
Pat said hello and was led out to look over the pair of corpses. I stayed back in the shadows smoking while he bent over to look at the one on the sidewalk. When he finished his inspection he straightened up, listened to the cop a minute and wrinkled up his forehead in a perplexed frown.
My cigarette arched through the night and fizzled out in the gutter. I said, 'Hi, Pat.'
'What are you doing here, Mike?' Two cops flanked him as he walked over to me. He waved them away.
'I'm the eyewitness.'
'So I've heard.' Behind Pat the eager beaver cop licked his lips, wondering who the hell I was and hoping I didn't sound off about his gun-waving. 'What's the whole story, Mike?'
'That's it, every bit of it. I don't know any more about it than you do.
'Yeah.' He made a sour face. 'Look, don't screw me. Are you on a case?'
'Chum, if I was I'd say so then keep my trap closed. I'm not on a case and I don't know what the hell happened. This guy got shot, I nicked the other guy and the boy in the car finished him off.'
Pat shook his head. 'I hate coincidence. I hate it especially when you're involved. You smell out murder too well.'
'Sure, and this one stinks. You know either of them?'
'No. They're not carrying any identification around either.'
The morgue wagon rolled up with the Medical Examiner about fifty feet in the rear. The boys hopped out and started cleaning up the mess after the verdict was given and the pictures taken. I ambled out to the middle of the street and took a look at the body that was squashed against the roadbed.
He looked like an hourglass.
Fright and pain had made a distorted death mask of his face, but the rain had scrubbed away the blood leaving him a ghostly white in contrast with the asphalt of the street. He was about forty-five and as medium as you can get. His clothes had an expensive look about them, but one shoe had a hole in the bottom and he needed a haircut bad.
The driver of the wagon splashed the light of a flash over him and gave me a toothy grin. 'He's a goodie, ain't he?'
'Yeah, a real beaut.'
'Not so much, though. You shoulda seen what we had last week. Whole damn trailer truck rolled over that one and we had to scrape him away from between the tires. Coulda put him in a shoe box.'
'Do you sleep good nights?' I gave him my best disgusted look.
'Sure, why?' He even sounded surprised.
'Forget it. Put that light on his face again.'
The guy obliged and I had a close look this time. I walked around and had a squint from the other side then told him to knock off the light. Pat was a vague figure in a trench coat, watching me closely. He said, 'Know him?'
'I've seen him before. Small-time hardcase, I think.'
'The M.E. remembered him. He was a witness at a coroner's inquest about twelve years ago. The guy was one of Charlie Fallon's old outfit.'
I glanced at Pat then back to the corpse again. The guy had some odd familiarity I couldn't place and it wasn't Fallon I was thinking of. Fallon died of natural causes about the same time I was opening up shop and what I knew of him came strictly from the papers.
'Nope, can't quite place him,' I said.
'We'll get him tagged. Too bad they couldn't've had the decency to carry a lodge card or something. The one on the sidewalk there only had forty cents in change and a house key in his pocket. This guy had a fin and two ones and nothing else.'
I nodded. 'A buck must have been all that first lad had then.. He bought two drinks in the bar before he left.'
'Well, let's go back there and check. Maybe somebody'll know him there.'
'Nobody will,' I said.
'Never can tell.'
'Nuts. They didn't know him when he came in, I'm telling you. He just had two drinks and left.'
'Then what're you getting excited about?' He had his hands shoved down in his pockets and was watching me with eyes that were half shut.
'Skip it.'
'The hell I'll skip it. Two guys are murdered and I want to know what the hell goes on. You got another wild hair up your tail, haven't you?'
