second and looked back over my shoulder. 'The next time be polite. You could have made dough on the deal.'
My watch read five minutes to three. Time, time; time. The rain was a solid sheet blasting the sidewalks and spraying back into the air again. I yelled for Lily to open the door, made a dash for it and slid aboard. She trembled under the gust of cold air that got in with me, her face set tighter than it was before.
I reached over and put my arm around her shoulders.
She was pulled tight as a drumhead, a muscular stiffness that made her whole body almost immobile. 'Cripes, Lily, I got to get you to a doctor.'
'No... just get me where it's warm, Mike.' 'I haven't got much sense.'
She forced a smile. 'I... really don't mind... as long as you...'
'No more chasing around, kid. I found it. I can take you back now.'
There was a catch in the sob that came out of her. Her eyes glistened and the smile didn't have to be forced.
I sat there looking into the rain, pulling on a Lucky while I figured it out. I said, 'You'll go back to my apartment, kid. Dry off and sit tight.'
'Alone?'
'Don't worry about it. There are cops stationed around the building. I'll tip them to keep the place well covered. We have to move fast now and I can't waste time. I have a key to a couple of million bucks in my pocket and I can't put all my eggs in one basket. I'm getting a duplicate of that key made and you're hanging on to it until Captain Chambers picks it up. I don't want you to move out of that place until I get back and don't pull a stunt like you did before. Let's go, I still have a fast stop to make that won't take more than five minutes.'
That was all it did take. My friend turned out the key while
he swore at the world for getting him out of bed so I left him to buy a good night in a gin mill for his trouble.
We reached my block at a quarter to four with the rain still lashing at the car in frenzied bursts. There was a patrol wagon at each end and two plainclothesmen were standing in the doorway. When they saw us they looked so mad they could bust and one spit disgustedly and shook his head.
I didn't give them a chance to ask questions. 'Sorry you were standing guard over a hole, friend. One of these things. We got this business breaking over our heads and I can't go explaining every move I make. I've been putting in calls all over the lot for Pat Chambers and if one of you guys feels like expediting things you'll get on the line too.'
I pointed to Lily. 'This is Lily Carver. They're after her as bad as they are me. She's got a message for Pat that can't wait and if anything happens to her between now and when he sees her he'll have your hides. One of you better take her up and stick outside in the hall.'
'Johnston'll go.'
'Good. You'll call around for Pat.'
'We'll locate the captain somehow.'
I got Lily inside, saw her through the front door with the cop beside her and felt the load go lighter.
'You got something, Hammer?' The cop was watching me closely.
'Yeah. It's almost over.'
His grunt was a sarcastic denial. 'You know better, buddy. It never ends. This thing is stretched all over the states. Wait till you see the morning papers.'
'Good?'
'Lovely. The voters'll go nuts when they see the score. This town is going to see a reform cleanup like it never happened before. We had to book four of our own boys this evening.' His hand turned into a fist. 'They were playing along with them.'
'The little guys,' I said. 'They pay through the nose. The wheels keep rolling right along. They string the dead out and walk over them. The little guy pays the price.'
'We got wheels too. Evello's dead.'
'Yeah.' I said.
'How far did they get with his stepsister?'
'As far as here, buddy. People are thinking about that.'
I looked across the lobby at him. 'They would. They'll try to put the finger anyplace.'
Michael Friday and her wet, lovely mouth. The mouth that never did get close enough, really close. Michael Friday with the ready smile and the laugh in her walk, Michael Friday who got tired of the dirt herself and put herself on my side of the fence. Coming to me with the thing I wanted even more than the stuff in the locker. She should have known. Damn it, those things had been happening under her nose. She should have known the kind of people she was messing around with. They're fast and smart and know the angles and they're ready to follow through. She should have thought it out and got herself a cordon of cops instead of cutting loose herself to get the stuff to me. Maybe she knew they'd be after her. Maybe she thought she was as smart as they were. Berga thought those things too.
Lovely Michael Friday. She steps outside and they have her. She could have been standing right where I was that minute. The door behind her locks shut. There's only one person outside and that's the one she's afraid of. Maybe she knew she only had a minute more to live and her insides must have been tumbling around loose.
Like Berga. But Berga did something in that minute.
I got that creepy feeling again, an indescribably tingling sensation that burned up my spine and touched my brain with thoughts that seemed improbable. I looked down at my feet, my teeth shut tight, squinting at the floor. The cop's breathing seemed the loudest thing in the room, even drowning out the thunder and the rain outside. I walked to the mailbox and opened it with my key.
Michael had thought too. She had left an empty envelope in there telling me exactly what she meant. It didn't have my name on it, but I read the message. It said, 'William Mist,' but it was enough.
It was a more than enough. It was something else. The gimmick I was looking for, the one I knew I had come across someplace else but I couldn't put my finger on. But for a little while it was enough.
I crumpled the thing up into a little ball and dropped it. I could feel the hate welling up in me until I couldn't stand it any more. My head was filled with a crazy overture of sound that beat and beat and beat.
I ran out of the place. I left the cop standing there and ran out. I forgot everything I was doing except for one thing when I got in the car. Light, traffic? Hell, nothing mattered. There was only one thing. I was going to see that greaseball die between my fingers and he was going to talk before he did. The car screamed at the corners, the tail end whipping around violently. I could smell the rubber and brake lining and hear the whining protest of the engine and occasionally the hoarse curses that followed my path. The stops were all out this time and nothing else counted.
When I reached the apartment building I didn't push any bells to be let in. I kicked out a pane of glass on the inside door, reached through the hole and turned the knob. I went up the stairs to the same spot I had been before and this time I did hit the bell.
Billy Mist was expecting somebody, all right, but it wasn't me. He was all dressed except for his jacket and he had a gun slung in a harness under his shoulder. I rammed the door so hard it kicked him back in the room and while he was reaching for his rod I smashed his nose into a mess of bloody tissue. He made a second try while he was on the floor and this time I kicked the gun out of his hand under the table and picked him up to go over good. I held him out where I wanted him and put one into his ribs that brought a scream choking up his throat and had the next one ready when Billy Mist died.
I didn't want to believe it. I wanted him alive so bad I shook him like a rag doll and when the mouth lolled open under those blank eyes I threw him away from me into the door and his head and shoulders slammed it shut. His broken face leered at me from the carpet, the eyes seeing nothing. They were filmy already. I let it go then. I let that raspy yell out of me and began to break things until I was out of breath.
But Billy still leered.
Billy Mist, who knew where Velda was. Billy Mist who was going to talk before he died. Billy Mist who was going to give me the pleasure of killing him slowly.
It was thinking of Velda that smoothed it. My hands stopped shaking and my mind started thinking again. I looked around the mess I had made of the place, avoiding the eyes on the floor.
Billy had been packing. He had been five minutes away from being killed and he was taking a quick-acting
