'They said he looked familiar.'
'Oh, Jesus,' Gruliow said, 'You know what our friend's got? He's got a universally familiar face. Nobody can place it, but everybody thinks he must have seen it somewhere before. You know, Matt, that was just an offhand remark of mine about his having worked at Cunningham's.'
'I know.'
'Yet you followed it up.'
'It was worth checking.'
'How on earth did you find those fellows?'
'I didn't,' I said. 'I found someone who could find them for me. You know, if I were to hand this over to the cops, they'd be able to turn up a dozen men who worked at Cunningham's during the period in question. And one of them might be able to put a name to the face in the sketch.'
'I was talking to some of the others,' he said.
'And?'
'We all intend to be very cautious. We'll keep an eye out for the man in the sketch. But we'd rather not go public with this if we don't have to.'
'If someone else is killed-'
'You said he'd probably lay low for the next six months.'
'That's what I said,' I agreed, 'but what the hell do I know? I can't presume to predict what a madman is going to do next. And so far he hasn't shown any inclination to call me up and let me know.'
That was on a Wednesday afternoon. That night I went to a meeting for the first time all week, and I stopped at the Flame afterward and had a cup of coffee. One of the fellows at the table was a newcomer, and the others were trying to help him, answering his questions and reassuring him that there really was life after sobriety. The new man was in his early thirties and looked nothing like Jim Shorter, but his attitude was very similar to the persona Shorter had adopted for the occasion, mixing guarded hope and cynical skepticism. It made me very uncomfortable to sit at the same table with him. He wasn't doing anything wrong, and I knew he wasn't putting on an act, but I couldn't help feeling as though I was being conned all over again.
I went home and told Elaine about it. She said, 'You'd like to kill him, wouldn't you?'
'The guy tonight? Oh, you mean Shorter.'
'Of course.'
'I guess I'm angry,' I said. 'I don't really feel it, but it must be there. I was trying to help him, the cocksucker, and he was just playing me like a fish on a line. The son of a bitch.'
'Yes,' she said. 'I think you might be the slightest bit angry.' She started to say something else but the phone rang and she got up and answered it. 'Yes,' she said. 'Just one moment, I'll see if he's in.'
She covered the mouthpiece. 'It's him,' she said.
27
'Jim,' I said. 'I'm glad you called. I was hoping I'd hear from you.'
'Well, I've been busy, Matt.'
'Hey, I know what it's like,' I said. 'I've been running around a lot myself. I tried to reach you a couple of times but I guess you were out.'
'I guess I was.'
'I thought I might run into you at a meeting, but I'm on the other side of town.'
'Whole different world.'
'That's right. How's it going?'
There was a pause. Then he said, 'I know you know, Matt.'
'Oh?'
'Funny thing is I thought you knew from the jump. I thought, shit, they finally figured out what's going on and hired themselves a detective. But you didn't know a thing, did you?'
'No.'
'Getting me to come to an AA meeting. I thought it was a ruse at first. Get me off my guard, take me by surprise. But you weren't suspicious at all, were you? You figured I needed help and you wanted to help me.'
'Something like that.'
'You know,' he said, 'that was very decent of you, Matt. Seriously.'
'If you say so.'
'And the meetings were interesting. I can see how a person with a drinking problem would find a whole new life in the rooms. And I get the feeling some people who aren't alcoholics go for the companionship and the sense that they're getting their lives in order.'
'I don't think you'll find many like that,' I said.
'No? Well, you'd be a better judge of that than I am, Matt. See, I, uh, gave you a false impression. I'm not an alcoholic.'
'Whatever you say.'
He laughed. 'Denial, right? I bet you get to hear it all the time. No, see, I just wanted a neat exit from Queensboro-Corona, and Marty Banszak's a bear when it comes to booze. Son of a bitch eats Valium all day long, he's tranked out like the night of the living dead, but if he smells alcohol on your breath you're history.'
'But he gave you a second chance.'
'Yeah, isn't that a gas? Second time around I figured let's leave nothing to chance.'
'What did you do, call in the complaint yourself?'
'How'd you know? Hey, you're a detective, right? It's your job to figure things out.'
'It is,' I said, 'and I don't seem to be doing too well at it.'
'Hey, I think you're doing fine, Matt.'
'There are things I can't figure, Jim.'
'Like what?'
'Like why you're doing it.'
'Ha. Can't work that out, can you?'
'I thought maybe you'd help me.'
'You mean like give you a hint?'
'Something like that.'
'Nah, I can't do that. Hey, I'll tell you, it hardly matters how I got started on this project. Man starts collecting stamps, pasting 'em in a book, lives in an attic on peanut-butter sandwiches, puts every dime he can into his stamp collection, are you gonna ask him what got him started collecting in the first place? He's a stamp collector. It's what he does.'
'Are you a collector, Jim?'
'Am I collecting the members, is that what you mean? Scooping 'em up in a butterfly net? Can't let up for a minute until the set's complete?' He laughed. 'It's a nice idea, but no, that's not it. Here, I'll tell you this much. I got my reasons.'
'But you won't say what they are.'
'Nope.'
'So I guess they're not rational,' I said. 'Otherwise you wouldn't have a problem putting them on the table.'
'Hey, that's a nice one,' he said appreciatively. 'Make the man prove he's sane. Trouble is, I'd have to be crazy to fall for it.'
'Well, that's one of the things I'm a little worried about, Jim.'
'That I'm crazy?'
'That you're losing control.'
'How do you figure that?'
'The cabdriver.'
