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  "I know how it works. "

  "Of course you do. "

  "I just thought homicide was different. "

  "It is," he said, "and nobody plays as loose with it as with break-ins and chain snatchings. This case here, Eldoniah flat-out did five out of six of those cabbies, no question, no argument. Cloonan he probably didnt do, and if somebody else ever comes along and looks better for it, well, nobody uptowns gonna argue against reopening the file. " He picked up a pencil, tapped the eraser three times on the desktop, set it down. "So if you got anything," he said casually, "Id be happy to pass it on. "

  "Why would I have anything?"

  "Well, you dont own a car, so I figure you probably take a lot of cabs. Maybe one of the drivers said something. "

  "Like what?"

  "Like, Hey, mister, you look like you used to be a cop, an aint it a hell of a thing what happened to Tommy Cloonan? "

  "Nobody ever said anything like that to me. "

  "No, huh?"

  "No," I said. "As a matter of fact, I dont take very many cabs at all. If its too far to walk Ill take the subway. "

  "What about the bus?"

  "Sometimes Ill take a bus," I said. "Sometimes Ill stay home. Where are we going with this conversation, do you happen to know?"

  "Alan Watson should have taken a cab. He worked down at the World Trade Center and generally took the E train home to Forest Hills, but when he worked late hed take an express bus because he didnt like the longer walk late at night, or standing around on subway platforms. So he rode on the bus in air-conditioned comfort, had a slice of pizza on Austin Street, and was a block away from his house on Beechknoll Place when somebody stuck a knife in him. "

  "What did he do, resist a mugger?"

  "Sounds like it, doesnt it? Guy I talked to said it doesnt really add up that way. Incidentally, he had more questions than answers for me. Watson was an affluent commodities broker, two kids in college, owned a nice home in a solid neighborhood. They want to solve this one, and the case is only four months old so theyre not ready to give up on it. So why was I taking an interest, and what did I know that he didnt?"

  "What did you tell him?"

  "I dont remember, something about we had a case with a similar MO. According to him, forensic evidence suggests Watsons killer surprised him from behind and got him in a choke hold. "

  "Muggers will do that. "

  "And then he promptly stabbed the poor bastard. Blade about four-and-a-half inches long, or anyway thats as far as he stuck it in. Stabbed him once, got the heart first shot, and death would have been instantaneous or close to it. Watsons wallet was gone, so either it was robbery or it was supposed to look like it. "

  "I dont suppose anybody saw it happen. "

  He shook his head. "He wasnt down long, though. Rent-a-cop from a private security patrol found him, called it in right away. "

  "Why do you stab a guy if youve already got him in a choke hold?"

  "Theyve been asking themselves the same question in Forest Hills. Thats why my guy got very interested when I talked about a similar MO, and I had to let him down easy, say our perp was a slasher, not a stabber, no choke hold, di dah di dah di dah. Incidentally, why are people surprised when occasionally a cop lies in court? We lie all day long, its part of the fucking job description. You didnt lie, youd never get any work done. "

  "I know. Its the same thing working private. In fact its worse, youve got no power to threaten or intimidate because youve got no legal authorization. So you have to con everybody. "

  "All in the name of truth and justice. "

  "And in the service of a higher good. Dont forget that. "

  "Never. "

  "Whats their thinking, Joe? Ordinary street crime?"

  "Thats their best guess," he said, "but theyre not married to it. Its hard to find anybody with a reason to kill Watson. He was married to the same woman for twenty-five years, and if either of them had anything going on the side nobody knows anything about it. Both of them well-liked, both of them active in the community. About a year ago he got phone threats from a client who blamed Watson for a beating he took. Thats a financial beating, not two mutts holding you up in an alley while their buddy works on your rib cage. "

  "The client checked out?"

  "The client moved to fucking Denver. Anyway, what kind of a grudge killing is that, a quick knife in the heart and make it look like robbery for profit? You want to get even with somebody, either you whip out a gun and make a little noise or you tear into him with a baseball bat, break his bones, and beat his fucking brains out. Something wrong?"

  "Remind me never to get you mad at me. "

  "Why, did I sound like I was really getting into it there?" He grinned. "Im ten days off cigarettes. "

  "I noticed the ashtray was gone. "

  "That snitch of Bellamys, I wanted to tell him to blow some of that smoke in my direction. Not this time, though. This time Im not sneaking drags on other peoples cigarettes, or checking ashtrays for a butt long enough to relight. This time I get it right. "

  "Good for you. "

  "But theres moments when I could kill the whole world. "

  "Well, Id better stay on your good side," I said, and drew an unsealed envelope from my hip pocket and slipped it among the papers on his desk. He glanced around, lifted the flap, and counted the contents without removing the bills from the envelope.

  There were two bills, hundreds.

  "Couple of suits," he said.

  "If thats low-"

  "No, its fine," he said. "What did I do, use the phone on the citys time? Im happy. But its not enough, Matt. "

  "What do you mean?"

  "What do I mean? I want to know what its about. Youre looking for information on four homicides over a twelve-year stretch, all of them unsolved-"

  "Cloonan was solved. "

  He gave me a look. "I stuck my neck out," he said, "and I can use the suits, but I want to know whats going on. If youve got something that can break these cases, you cant just sit on it. "

  "I dont have anything, Joe. "

  "What case are you working? Whos your client?"

  "You know," I said, "one reason a person goes to somebody like me is to keep things confidential. "

  "What I figure," he said, watching me carefully, "is AA. "

  "Huh?"

  "Wouldnt be the first time you got a client who knew you from your AA meetings. Theres things you have to do when you get sober, right?"

  "All you have to do is not drink. "

  "Yeah, but isnt there a whole program? Almost like going to confession, but instead of a couple of Hail Marys you make restitution, set things straight. "

  " Cleaning up the wreckage of the past, " I said, quoting one of the immortal phrases from the literature. "Say, Joe, if you think youre interested, Ill be happy to take you to a meeting sometime. "

  "Fuck you, okay?"

  "Well, if you just wanted to see what it was like. "

  "I repeat, fuck you. And quit changing the subject. "

  "Youre the one who brought up AA. I never realized you had a problem, but-"

  "Jesus, why do I tolerate you? What I was starting to say, I figure you know somebody from AA whos got guilty knowledge of some crimes, including the four homicides weve been talking about. I wouldnt want to think youre gonna sit on something that ought to be brought out and looked at. Whoever did the gay fellow, Uhl, is probably dead himself by now, and Cloonans files closed for the time being, but the boys in the One-oh would love to catch a break in the Shipton case, and Watson, Jesus, the bodys barely cold, thats still an active investigation. If you know anything, it should get channeled to the right people. "

  "I dont. "

  "Theres probably a way to keep your client out of it, at least in the early stages. "

  "I realize that. "

  He looked at me. "Your client didnt do all four guys himself, did he?"

  "No. "

 
"You answered that one awfully quickly. "

  "Well, I knew you were going to ask it. And the answer didnt require a whole lot of thought. "

  "I guess not. Matt-"

  I had to give him something. Without planning to, I said, "They knew each other. "

  "They? Meaning your client and who? Wait a minute. The vics knew each other?"

  "Thats right. "

  "What did they all do, wipe out some Vietnamese village together and some slopes looking to get even?"

  "They were part of a group. "

  "A group? What kind of a group?"

  "Like a fraternity," I said. "They got together once in a while to have dinner and compare notes. "

  " Bet my notes bigger than your note. Lets see, you got a commodities broker, a famous artist, a cabdriver, and a faggot. Thats a hell of a fraternity. Wait a minute, was this a gay thing?"

  "No. "

  "You sure of that? Shipton and his wife ran in a kind of a kinky crowd. Wouldnt surprise me to hear he swung from both sides of the plate. "

  "It wouldnt surprise me to hear it about anybody," I said, "but this wasnt about sex. I cant go into details without clearing it with my client, but theres nothing out of the ordinary about the group. The only thing unusual is that four of them have been murdered. "

  "How bigs the group?"

  "Around thirty. "

  "Thirty men and four of em murdered, Jesus, thats high even for New York. " His eyes narrowed. "Same killer?"

  "No reason to think that. "

  "Yeah, but you think it yourself, dont you? You asked if a single killer couldve done the Shiptons. "

  "Never forget a thing, do you?"

  "Not if I can help it. You got a suspect? A motive? Anything?"

  "Nothing. "

  "I wont say level with me, Matt, but dont hold out the moon and the stars on me, will you?"

  "Im not holding out anything concrete. "

  "Yeah, and what the hell does that mean? Whats the opposite of concrete?"

  "Asphalt," I suggested. "Plaster of Paris. "

  "Twelve years between Uhl and Watson," he said, "youre talking about a killer who likes to take his time. The other twenty-six guys, time he gets around to them theyll be too old to care. You know what hes like, this guy? Hes prostate cancer. By the time he kills you youre already dead of something else. "

  10

  There was a message from Wally Donn at the hotel desk. "Ill be here for the next hour," he said when I called. "Ive got those credit reports for you, and something else youll like. "

  First I called TJ on his beeper. He must have been close to a phone; he called me back in well under five minutes. "Who wants TJ?" he demanded.

  "No one with any sense," I said. "How come you have to ask? If you dont recognize my voice, you still ought to know the number by now. "

  " Course I do, Boo. Who wants TJ just be a trademark. Part of my rap, like. "