JUST ANOTHER SUCKER
JAMES HADLEY CHASE
CHAPTER ONE
I
When they released me at eight o’clock on a July morning, it was raining fit to drown a duck.
It was a pretty odd sensation to walk out into the world that, for me, had stood still for three and a half long years. I approached it warily, walking a few yards from the iron studded doors, then pausing to get the feel of freedom.
There would be a Greyhound bus at the corner to take me home, but for the moment, I didn’t feel like going home. I just wanted to stand on the edge of the sidewalk, to feel the rain against my face and to let the fact sink in that I was now free, that I wouldn’t have to spend another night in a cell and I wouldn’t any longer have to share my life with thugs, criminals and sex perverts as I had been doing for all these months.
The rain made puddles in the road. It beat down on my four year old hat and my five year old raincoat: warm rain, coming from a cloud-swollen sky as dark and as bitter as myself.
A glittering Buick Century slid up beside me and the electrically driven off-side window rolled down.
‘Harry!’
The car door swung open as I bent to stare in at the driver.
John Renick grinned at me.
‘Come on in – you’re getting wet,’ he said.
I hesitated, then I got into the car and slammed the door shut. Renick grabbed my hand and squeezed it. His dark lean face showed as nothing else could how pleased he was to see me.
‘How are you, you old sonofagun?’ he asked. ‘How does it feel to be out?’
‘I’m all right,’ I said, disentangling my hand from his. ‘Don’t tell me I’m getting a police escort back home.’
His smile slipped a little at my tone: his grey shrewd eyes searched my face.
‘You didn’t imagine I wasn’t coming, did you? I’ve been counting the days.’
‘I didn’t imagine anything.’ I looked at the ornate dashboard of the car. ‘Is this yours?’
‘You bet. I bought it a couple of months ago. She’s a honey, isn’t she?’
‘So the Palm City cops are still keeping themselves well heeled. Congratulations.’
His mouth tightened and there was a sudden flash of anger in his eyes.
‘Look, Harry, if any other guy but you had made that crack, I would have taken a poke at him.’
I shrugged.
‘Go ahead if you feel that way. I’m used to cops taking pokes at me.’
He drew in a deep breath, then he said: ‘Just for the record, I’m the D.A.’s Special officer now, and I have had a pretty substantial rise. I’ve been off the regular Force for more than two years.’
I was irritated to feel the blood rise to my face.
‘I see… I’m sorry… I didn’t know.’
‘How could you?’ He grinned and shifted into gear. The Buick drifted away from the kerb. ‘A lot of things have changed, Harry, since you’ve been inside. The old gang has gone. We have a new D.A. –
he’s a good man.’
I didn’t say anything.
‘What are your plans?’ he asked abruptly.
‘I haven’t any. I want to look around. You know the
‘I heard.’ There was a pause, then he went on: ‘It’s going to be a little rough for you at first. You know that, don’t you?’
‘Oh sure. When a guy kills a cop even accidentally, he’s not allowed to forget it. I know how rough it is going to be.’
‘You won’t have any trouble with the police. I didn’t mean that, but you may have to look around for a new career. Cubitt carries a lot of weight. He has his knife in you. If he can stop you, you’re not getting back into the newspaper world.’
‘You let me worry about that.’
‘I might be able to help.’
‘I don’t want any help.’
‘Oh sure, but there’s Nina…’
‘And I can take care of Nina.’
There was a long pause while he stared through the rain-soaked windshield, then he said: ‘Look, Harry, you and I are friends. We’ve known each other a heck of a long time. I know how you are feeling, but don’t treat me as if I were one of your enemies. I’ve talked to Meadows about you. He’s the new D.A. There’s nothing fixed yet, but
