the FBI, did private legal work in Washington, D.C., then came back to New York. It's easy to see why the DA's office picked up on her.'
'She well liked?'
'Beats me, Mike. She probably is, but I don't know how. A lot of the hotshots date her, but she doesn't keep them around very long. She's still not married. Got a nice pad up near the UN.' He hoisted the stein and drank the rest of the beer down without a stop. He belched, then said, 'You got plans for the lady?'
I did the same thing with my stein but I didn't belch. 'Nope,' I told him. 'It's just better to know what to expect.'
That wise old face of his had a knowing expression and he leaned forward and laid his chin in his hands. 'Something going down?'
'Something smells funny.'
'Like the old days?'
I nodded and my eyes tightened up. 'I don't like it, friend. I thought those old days were gone for good.'
'Do I get the story?'
'Why not?' I said.
'You watch out for the lovely lady DA. Though I sure would like to see you two tangle, a real kiss 'n' kill situation.'
'Thanks a bunch.'
'No trouble.' I picked up his check when I left. 'You can leave the tip,' I told him.
3
Burke had wanted Velda to stay quiet as long as possible, so I didn't get to the hospital until eight. We had coffee in the lounge and I asked him how she was progressing.
'She was lucky. You can't imagine how lucky. She was probably on the phone and tossed her hair all to one side while she was talking-'
'A habit she has,' I interrupted.
'Anyway, she's awake and sedated.'
'Did she say anything to you?'
He popped five spoonfuls of sugar into his coffee and stirred it around. 'Sweet tooth,' he explained. 'No, she said nothing except hello and the usual 'Where am I?' but she's pretty aware of what's going on.'
'Can I talk to her?'
'Gently, Mike, gently, and not for long. Nothing exciting.'
'How long will she be here?'
'At least two more days. If that was just a simple knockout-type blow she would be home by now, but somebody tried to kill her.'
I told him thanks and didn't bother to finish the coffee. I could see why Burke used all that sugar.
Pat had called ahead, and the cop at the door looked at my ID and let me in. The room was in deep gloom, only a small night-light on the wall making it possible to see the outlines of the bed and equipment. When the door snicked shut I picked up the straightbacked chair by the sink, went to the bed and sat down beside her.
Little by little I started to bunch up again, my hands squeezing the rails of the bed. My lips were stretched across my mouth and I wanted to hurt something or tear somebody apart. He should have told me. He never should have let me come in cold and see her like this.
Velda. Beautiful, gorgeous Velda. Those deep brown eyes and that full, full mouth. Shimmering auburn hair that fell in a page-boy around her shoulders.
Now her face was a bloated black-and-blue mask on one side, one eye totally closed under the bulbous swelling, the other a flat slit. Her hair was gone around the bandaged area and her upper lip was twice normal size.
I put my hand over hers and whispered, 'Damn it, kitten . . .'
Then her wrist moved and her fingers squeezed mine gently. 'Are you . . . all right?' she asked me softly.
'I'm fine, honey, I'm okay. Now don't talk. Just take it easy. All I want is to be here with you. That's enough.'
So I just sat there and in a minute she said, 'I can . . . listen, Mike. Please tell me . . . what happened.'
I played it back to her without building it up at all. I didn't tell her the details of the kill and hinted that it was strictly the work of a nut, but she knew better.
Under my fingers I could feel her pulse. It was steady. Her hand squeezed mine again. 'He came in . . . very fast. He had one hand over his face . . . and he was . . . swinging at me . . . with the other. I . . . never saw his face at all.' Remembering it hadn't excited her. The pulse rate hadn't changed.
I said, 'Okay, honey, that's enough. You're supposed to take it real easy a while.'
But she insisted. 'Mike . . .'
'What, kitten?'
'If the police . . . ask questions . . .'
I knew what she was thinking. In her mind she had already put it on a case basis and filed it for immediate activity. There was no way she could be foxed into believing the story of a psycho on the loose. We had been too close too long and now she was reading my mind. She wanted me to have more space to work in, even if she had to be a target herself.
'Play sick,' I said.
Until she made a statement, everything was up in the air. She was still alive, so there was a possibility that she could have seen the killer. He couldn't afford any witness at all, but if he tried to erase her he'd be a sitting duck himself. From here on, there would be a solid cover on the hospital room. The killer was going to sweat a little more now.
I thought I saw the good corner of her mouth twitch in a faint smile and again I got the small finger squeeze. 'Be careful,' she said. Her voice was barely audible and she was slipping back into a sleep once more. 'I want . . . you back.'
Her fingers loosened and her hand slipped out of mine. She didn't hear me when I said, 'I want you back too, baby.'
Outside the door the cop said, 'How is she?'
'Making it.' He was a young cop, this one. He still had that determined look. He had the freshness of youth, but his eyes told me he had seen plenty of street work since he left the academy. 'Did Captain Chambers tell you what this was about?' I asked.
'Only that it was heavy. The rest I got through the grapevine.'
'It's going to get rougher,' I said. 'Don't play down what you're doing.'
He grinned at me. 'Don't worry, Mike, I'm not jaded yet.'
'Way to go, kiddo.'
'By the way . . .'
'What's that?'
'How come you never locked into the department?'
'King Arthur wouldn't let me go.'
'That's right,' he laughed. 'I forgot, you're the Black Knight.'
'Take care of my girl in there, will you?'
His face suddenly went serious. 'You got it, Mike.'
Downstairs another shift was coming on, fresh faces in white uniforms replacing the worn-out platoon that had gone through a rough offensive on the day watch. The interns looked too young to be doctors, but they already had the wear and tear of the profession etched into them. One had almost made it to the door when the hidden PA speaker brought him up short, and with an expression of total fatigue, he shrugged and went back inside.
I cut around the little groups and pushed my way through the outside door. The rain had stopped, but the night was clammy, muting the street sounds and diffusing the lights of the buildings. Nights like this stunk. There were no incoming taxis and it was a two-block walk to where they might cruise by. There was no other choice, so I went down the steps to the street. Behind me two interns were debating waiting for a nurse who had a car, then decided they were too tired to wait and followed me, taking the other side of the street.
