of hours and grabbed a cab into Manhattan.'
'She was coming to see me,' I said.
'She was what!'
'I was out. She left a note and took off again. That's why I called her place.'
'I'll be damned. We checked all over the city to find out where she went to.'
'If she's using cabs maybe you can pick her up from when she left here.'
'Sure, sure. I'll pass it along.'
The phone went dead and I socked it back in its hanger. Lily called me from the kitchen and I went out and sat down. She had it ready on the table, that same spread like she thought I was two more guys and instead of it looking good my stomach tried to sour at the sight of it. All I could think of was another one gone. Another kid cut down by a pack of scrimy hoods who wanted that two million bucks' worth of hell so bad they'd kill and kill and kill until they had every bit of it.
I smashed my fist into the table, saying the same dirty words over and over until Lily's face went a pasty white and she backed against the wall. I was staring into space, but she was occupying the space ahead of me and whatever she saw going across my face made her shrink back even further.
How stupid were they? How far did they have to go? Wasn't their organization big enough to know every damn detail inside and out? They wouldn't be reaching the stuff now, not with the cops going over every inch of the Cedric. The whole shebang was coming apart at the edges and instead of piling up the counts against them they ought to be on the run.
Lily slid out of sight. She came up against me and reached out her hand until it was on my shoulder. 'Mike...'
I looked at her without seeing her.
'What is it, Mike?'
The words started out of me. They came slow at first, then turned into a boiling current that was taking in the whole picture. I was almost finished with it when I could feel the sharp points of the gimmicks sticking out and ran my mind back to pick them up. Then I sat and cursed myself because I wasn't fast enough. They weren't there any more.
There was just one minor little detail. Just a little one I should have thought of long ago. I said to Lily, 'Did you go to see Berga Torn in the sanitarium at all?'
Her eyebrows knit, puzzled. 'No, I didn't.' She pinched her lower lip between her teeth. 'I called her twice and the second time she mentioned that someone had been to see her.'
I was half out of my chair. 'Who? Did she say who?'
She tried hard for it, reaching back through the days. 'I think she did. I honestly didn't pay any attention at the time. I was so worried about what was happening it didn't register.'
I had her by the shoulders, squeezing my fingers into her skin. 'The name's important, kid. That somebody tipped the whole thing. Right then was the beginning of murder that hasn't ended yet. As long as you got that name in your head a killer is going to be prowling around loose and if he ever knows you might have it you're going the same way Berga did.'
'Mike.'
'Don't worry about it. I'm not letting you out of my sight for a minute any more. Damn it, you got to dig that name out. You understand that?'
'I... think I do. Mike, please... you're hurting me.'
I took my hands down and she rubbed the places where they had bitten in. There were tears in the corners of her eyes, little drops of crystal that swelled and I took a step closer to her. I reached out again, more gently this time, close enough for a second to taste the faint crispness of rubbing alcohol.
Lily smiled again. It was like the first time. The kind of smile you see on the face of a person waiting for death and ready to receive him almost gratefully. 'Please eat something, Mike,' she whispered.
'I can't, kid. Not now.'
'You have to have something in your stomach.'
Her words sent something racing up my back. It was a feeling you get when you know you have something and you can't wait to get it out of you. You stand there and wait for the final answer, waiting, waiting, waiting.
It was there in my hand when the phone set up a jangling that wouldn't stop. I grabbed the extension and Pat barked a short hello. I asked him, 'Did you find Friday?'
He held his voice down. He sat on it all the way but the roughness showed through anyway. 'We didn't find a damn thing. Nothing, got that? No Friday, no jug of hop, no nothing. This town's a madhouse. The feds are cutting a swath through the racket a mile wide and we still haven't come up with the stuff. Mike, if that stuff sits there...'
'I know what it means.'
'Okay then, are you holding anything back?' 'You know better.'
'Then what about Friday? If she was up there...' 'She wanted to see me. That's all I know.' 'You know what I think?'
'I know what you think,' I repeated softly. 'Billy Mist... where's he?'
'You'd never guess.'
'Tell me.'
'Right now he's having supper at the Terrace. He's got an alibi for everything we can throw at him and nobody's going to break it for a damn long while. He's got people in Washington batting for him and boys with influence pulling strings so hard they're knocking us silly... Mike...'
'Yeah?'
'Find Velda?'
'Not yet, Pat. Soon.'
'You're not saying it right, friend.'
'I know.'
'In case it makes you feel better, I put men on it.' 'Thanks.'
'Figured it might not be holing out like you expected.' 'Yeah.'
'Something else you better know. Your joint's been covered. Three guys were stationed around waiting for you. The feds picked them up. One of the muscle lads is in the morgue.'
'So?'
'There may be more. Keep your eyes open. You may have a tail or two if you leave. At least one'll be our man.'
'They're sticking close to me.' I said the words through my teeth.
'You're primed for the kill, Mike. You know why? I'll tell you. News has it you were part of the thing from the beginning. You've been fooling. me and everybody else, but they got the pitch. Tell me one thing... have you been shoving it in me?'
'No.'
'Good enough. We'll keep playing it this way then.'
'What about the Cedric?'
He cursed under his breath. 'It's screwballed, Mike. It's the whole, lousy, stinking reason behind all this. The ship is in a Jersey port right now undergoing repairs. She was a small liner before the war and was revamped to carry troops. All the staterooms were torn out of her and junked to make it over into a transport. The stuff might have been there once, but it's been gone a long time now. None of this should've happened at all.'
I let a few seconds pass before I spoke. I was feeling cold and dead all over. 'You got a lot of people you've been wanting to get.'
'Yeah, a lot of them.' His voice was caustic. 'A lot of punks. A lot of middle-sized boys. A few big ones. Medusa even lost a few of her heads.' He laughed sarcastically. 'But Medusa is still alive, buddy. She's one big head who doesn't care how many of her little heads she loses. We can chop all the little ones off and in a few months or years she'll grow a whole new crop as vicious as ever. Yeah, we're doing fine. I thought we did good when I had a look at the shiv hole in Carl. I felt great when I saw Affia's face. They were nothing, Mike. You know how I feel now?'
I didn't answer him. I put the phone back while he was still talking. I was thinking of Michael Friday's wet,
