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  Contents

  Epigraph

  1 On the last Thursday in March, somewhere between ten-thirty and eleven in the morning . . .

  2 That was Thursday. Monday I got back from lunch and there was a message for me at the desk.

  3 I got back to my hotel a little after nine. I’d had a long session with Kenan Khoury, filling . . .

  4 I stayed for breakfast, and by the time I got out to Atlantic Avenue it was almost eleven.

  5 I went to the eight-thirty meeting at St. Paul’s. On the way over it had crossed my mind . . .

  6 Back in my room I spread a sheaf of curling fax copies on my bed.

  7 Friday I spent the morning at the library, then walked over to Forty-second Street . . .

  8 I stayed around while she charmed the daylights out of a staffer in the Brooklyn DA’s Office, . . .

  9 I was up late that night. I tried sleeping and couldn’t, tried reading and couldn’t, and . . .

  10 That night I went to a meeting and Elaine attended her class, and afterward we both . . .

  11 On Sundays Jim Faber and I usually have our weekly dinner at a Chinese restaurant, . . .

  12 I stopped at an all-night coffee shop on Broadway. Someone had left an early edition of . . .

  13 “Come on in,” Elaine said. “She’s already here. Pam, this is Mr. Scudder, Matthew Scudder.

  14 Kelly was away from his desk. The man who answered his phone at Brooklyn Homicide . . .

  15 Tuesday I slept late, and Elaine was gone when I woke up.

  16 Kenan said, “I didn’t figure you’d do it that way. Take it to a certain point, then wrap . . .

  17 Several things happened over the course of the next week or so.

  18 Late in September Elaine and I had spent an idyllic afternoon in Brighton Beach.

  19 As soon as I got off the phone with Ray, Yuri fell on me and wrapped me up in a bear hug.

  20 “This is tiresome,” he said.

  “For me too.”

  21 In the car Kenan said, “I figure the Shore Parkway and the Gowanus.

  22 “You quiet,” TJ said.

  I was driving Kenan’s Buick.

  23 But I couldn’t sleep. I took a shower and got in bed, but I . . .

  24 A day or so later, an anonymous tip led officers of Brooklyn’s Seventy-second Precinct . . .

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Other Books by Lawrence Block

  Praise for Lawrence Block

  Enter the World of Matthew Scudder

  Copyright

  About the Publisher

  Baby, baby, naughty baby

  Hush, you squalling thing, I say

  Peace this moment, peace, or maybe

  Bonaparte will pass this way

  Baby, baby, he’s a giant

  Tall and black as Monmouth steeple

  And he breakfasts, dines and suppers

  Every day on naughty people

  Baby, baby, if he hears you

  As he gallops past the house

  Limb from limb at once he’ll tear you

  Just as pussy tears a mouse

  And he’ll beat you, beat you, beat you

  And he’ll beat you all to pap

  And he’ll eat you, eat you, eat you

  Every morsel snap snap snap!

  ENGLISH LULLABY

  Chapter 1

  On the last Thursday in March, somewhere between ten-thirty and eleven in the morning, Francine Khoury told her husband she was going out for a while, she had marketing to do.

  “Take my car,” he suggested. “I’m not going anywhere.”

  “It’s too big,” she said. “Time I took it, I felt like I was steering a boat.”

  “Whatever you say,” he said.

  The cars, his Buick Park Avenue and her Toyota Camry, shared the garage behind their house, a mock-Tudor structure of half-timbered stucco on Colonial Road between Seventy-eighth and Seventy-ninth streets, in the Bay Ridge section of Brooklyn. She started up the Camry, backed out of the garage, triggered the remote unit to close the garage door, then backed all the way out to the street. At the first red light she popped a classical cassette into the tape deck. Beethoven, one of the late quartets. She listened to jazz at home, it was Kenan’s favorite music, but classical chamber music was what she played when she drove.

  She was an attractive woman, five-six, 115 pounds, built large on top, narrow at the waist, trim in the hips. Dark hair, lustrous and curly, combed back off her face. Dark eyes, and aquiline nose, a generous, full-lipped mouth.

  The mouth is always closed in photographs. She had, I understand, prominent upper incisors and a substantial overbite, and anxiety over this feature kept her from smiling much. In her wedding pictures she is beaming and radiant, but her teeth remain invisible.

  Her complexion was olive, and her skin tanned deeply and readily. She already had a start on the summer’s tan; she and Kenan had spent the last week of February on the beach at Negril, in Jamaica. She’d have been darker, but Kenan made her use sunscreen and limited her hours of exposure. “It’s not good for you,” he told her. “Too dark’s not attractive. Lying in the sun’s what turns a plum into a prune.” What was so good about plums, she wanted to know. They’re ripe and juicy, he told her.

  When she had driven half a block from her driveway, about the time she reached the corner of Seventy-eighth and Colonial, the driver of a blue panel truck started his engine. He gave her another half-block lead, then pulled out from the curb and followed after her.

  She turned right at Bay Ridge Avenue, then left again at Fourth Avenue, heading north. She slowed when she reached the D’Agostino’s at the corner of Sixty-third Street, and eased the Camry into a parking space half a block past it.

  The blue panel truck passed the Camry, circled the block, and parked at a fire hydrant right in front of the supermarket.

  * * *

  WHEN Francine Khoury left her house, I was still having breakfast.

  I’d been up late the previous night. Elaine and I had had dinner at one of the Indian joints on East Sixth Street, then caught a revival of Mother Courage at the Public Theater on Lafayette. Our seats weren’t great and it was hard to hear some of the actors. We would have left at intermission, but one of the actors was the boyfriend of one of Elaine’s neighbors, and we wanted to go backstage after the final curtain and assure him that he was wonderful. We wound up joining him for a drink at a bar around the corner that was absolutely packed for no reason I could fathom.

  “That was great,” I told her when we got out of there. “For three hours I couldn’t hear him onstage, and for the past hour I couldn’t hear him across the table. I wonder if he’s got a voice.”

  “The play didn’t last three hours,” she said. “More like two and a half.”

  “It seemed like three hours.”

  “It seemed like five,” she said. “Let’s go home.”

  We went to her place. She made coffee for me and a cup of tea for herself and we watched CNN for half an hour and talked through the commercials. Then we went to bed, and after an hour or so I got up and dressed in the dark. I was on my way out of the bedroom when she asked me where I was going.

  “Sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

  “That’s all right. Can’t you sleep?”

  “Evidently not. I feel wired. I don’t know why.”

  “Read in the living room. Or put the TV on, it won’t bother me.”

  “No,” I said. “I’m too restless. The walk across town might do me good.”

 
Elaine’s apartment is on Fifty-first between First and Second. My hotel, the Northwestern, is on Fifty-seventh between Eighth and Ninth. It was cold enough out that at first I thought I might take a cab, but by the time I’d walked a block I wasn’t feeling it.

  Waiting for a light to change, I happened to catch a glimpse of the moon between a couple of tall buildings. It was just about full, and that didn’t come as a surprise. The night had a full-moon feel to it, stirring tides in the blood. I felt like doing something and couldn’t think what.

  If Mick Ballou had been in town I might have gone over to his saloon looking for him. But he was out of the country, and a saloon of any sort was no place for me, as restless as I was feeling. I went home and picked up a book, and somewhere around four I turned the light off and went to sleep.

  By ten o’clock I was around the corner at the Flame. I had a light breakfast and read a newspaper, giving most of my attention to the local crime stories and the sports pages. Globally we were between crises, so I wasn’t paying much attention to the bigger picture. The shit really has to hit the fan before I take an interest in national and international issues. Otherwise they seem too remote and my mind refuses to come to grips with them.

  God knows I had time for all the news, and the want ads and legals, too. I’d had three days’ work the previous week at Reliable, a big detective agency with offices in the Flatiron Building, but they’d had nothing for me since, and the last work I’d done on my own hook had been ages ago. I was all right for money so I didn’t have to work, and I’ve always been able to find ways to get through the days, but I would have been glad of something to do. The restlessness I’d felt the night before hadn’t passed with the setting of the moon. It was still there, a low-grade fever in the blood, an itch somewhere down beneath the skin, where you couldn’t scratch it.

  * * *

  FRANCINE Khoury spent half an hour in D’Agostino’s, filling a shopping cart in the process. She paid cash for her groceries. A bag boy loaded her three shopping bags into her cart and followed her out of the store and down the street to where her car was parked.

  The blue panel truck was still parked at the hydrant. Its rear doors were open, and two men had emerged from it and were on the sidewalk, apparently studying something on a clipboard one of them was holding. When Francine passed them, accompanied by the bag boy, they glanced in her direction. By the time she had opened the trunk of the Camry, they were back in the truck with the doors closed.

  The boy put the bags in the trunk. Francine gave him two dollars, which was twice what most people gave him, to say nothing of the surprisingly high percentage of shoppers who didn’t tip him at all. Kenan had taught her to tip well, not ostentatiously but generously. “We can always afford to be generous,” he had told her.

  The boy wheeled the cart back to the market. Francine got behind the wheel, started the engine, headed north on Fourth Avenue.

  The blue panel truck stayed half a block behind.

  I don’t know precisely what route Francine took to get from D’Agostino’s to the imported-foods store on Atlantic Avenue. She could have stayed on Fourth Avenue all the way to Atlantic, could have taken the Gowanus Expressway into South Brooklyn. There’s no way to know, and it doesn’t much matter. One way or another she drove the Camry to the corner of Atlantic Avenue and Clinton Street. There is a Syrian restaurant called Aleppo on the southwest corner, and next to it, on Atlantic, is a food market, a large delicatessen, really, called The Arabian Gourmet. (Francine never called it that. Like most of the people who shopped there, she called the store Ayoub’s after the former owner who had sold out and moved to San Diego ten years ago.)

  Francine parked at a metered spot on the north side of Atlantic, almost directly across the street from The Arabian Gourmet. She walked to the corner, waited for the light to turn, then crossed the street. By the time she entered the food store, the blue panel truck was parked in a loading zone in front of the Aleppo restaurant, and just next door to The Arabian Gourmet.

  She was not in the store long. She only bought a few things, and she didn’t need any help carrying them. She left the store at approximately 12:20. She was wearing a camel-hair car coat over charcoal-gray slacks and two sweaters, a beige cable-knit cardigan over a chocolate turtleneck. She had her purse over her shoulder, and was carrying a plastic shopping bag in one hand and her car keys in the other.

  The back doors of the panel truck were open, and the two men who had gotten out of it earlier were on the sidewalk once again. When Francine emerged from the store, they moved up on either side of her. At the same time, a third man, the driver of the truck, started his engine.

  One of the men said, “Mrs. Khoury?” She turned, and he flipped his wallet open and shut, giving her a quick peek at a badge, or at nothing at all. The second man said, “You’ll have to come with us.”

  “Who are you?” she said. “What’s this about, what do you want?”

  They each took hold of an arm. Before she could have known what was happening they had hurried her across the sidewalk and up into the open back of the truck. Within seconds they were inside the truck with her and the doors were shut and the truck was pulling away from the curb and into the stream of traffic.

  Although it was the middle of the day, and although the abduction took place on a busy commercial street, hardly anyone was in a position to see what happened, and the few people who did witness it had no clear idea what they were seeing. Everything must have happened very quickly.

  If Francine had stepped back and cried out at their first approach . . .

  But she didn’t. Before she could do anything she was in the truck with the doors shut. She may have screamed then, or struggled, or tried to. But by then it was too late.

  I KNOW exactly where I was when they snatched her. I went to the noon meeting of the Fireside group, which runs from 12:30 to 1:30 weekdays at the Y on West Sixty-third Street. I got there early, so I was almost certainly sitting with a cup of coffee when the two of them hustled Francine across the sidewalk and into the back of the panel truck.

  I don’t remember any of the details of the meeting. For several years now I’ve been going to AA meetings on a surprisingly regular basis. I don’t go to quite so many as I did when I first got sober, but I still must average somewhere around five a week. This meeting would have followed the group’s usual format, with a speaker telling his or her own story for fifteen or twenty minutes and the rest of the hour given over to general discussion. I don’t think I spoke up during the discussion period. I’d be likely to remember it if I had. I’m sure there were interesting things said, and funny things. There always are, but I can’t remember anything specific.

  After the meeting I had lunch somewhere, and after lunch I called Elaine. Her answering machine picked up, which meant either that she was out or that she had company. Elaine is a call girl, and having company is what she does for a living.

  I met Elaine a couple of lives ago, when I was a hard-drinking cop with a new gold shield in my pocket and a wife and two sons out on Long Island. For a couple of years we had a relationship that served us both very well. I was her friend on the job, there to steer her through hassles, and once called upon to pilot a dead client from her bed to an alley down in the financial district. And she was the dream mistress, beautiful, bright, funny, professionally adept, and throughout it all as agreeable and undemanding as only a whore can be. Who could have asked for anything more?

  After I left my home and my family and my job, Elaine and I pretty much lost touch with one another. Then a monster from out of our shared past turned up to threaten us both, and we were thrown together by circumstance. And, remarkably, we stayed together.

  She had her apartment and I had my hotel room. Two or three or four nights a week we would see each other. Generally those nights would end at her apartment, and more often than not I would stay over. Occasionally we left the city together for a week or a weekend. On the days when we didn’t see ea
ch other, we almost always spoke on the phone, sometimes more than once.

  Although we hadn’t said anything about forsaking all others, we had essentially done so. I wasn’t seeing anybody else, and neither was she—with the singular exception of clients. Periodically she would trot off to a hotel room, or have someone up to her apartment. This had never bothered me in the early days of our relationship—it had probably been, truth to tell, part of the attraction—so I didn’t see why it should bother me now.

  If it did bother me, I could always ask her to stop. She had earned good money over the years and had saved most of it, putting the bulk of it in income-producing real estate. She could quit the life without having to change her lifestyle.

  Something kept me from asking her. I suppose I was reluctant to admit to either of us that it bothered me. And I was at least as reluctant to do anything that would change any of the elements of our relationship. It wasn’t broke, and I didn’t want to fix it.

  Things change, though. They can’t do otherwise. If nothing else, they are altered by the sheer fact of their not changing.

 

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