A Long Line of Dead Men Read online

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  "That must have been twenty years ago. "

  "Close to it. "

  "Were you still on the police force?"

  "No, but I wasnt long off it. I moved into the neighborhood and drank at the local ginmills, most of them long gone now. On the nights when they were ready to quit before I was, there was always Morrisseys. "

  "There was something very liberating about a drink after hours," he said. "Lord, I drank more in those days than I do now. Nowadays an extra drink makes me sleepy. Back then it was fuel, I could run all day and night on it. "

  "Is that where you learned to drink Irish?"

  He shook his head. "You know the old formula for success? Dress British, think Yiddish? Well, it spoils the rhyme, but Id add drink Irish and eat Italian to that, and I learned both of those principles right here in the Village. I learned to drink Irish at the White Horse and the Lions Head and right across the street from here at the Blue Mill. Did you ever get to know the Blue Mill when you were at the Sixth?"

  I nodded. "Food wasnt great. "

  "No, terrible. Vegetables out of cans, and dented cans at that, but you could get a steak for half what it cost most places and if you had a sharp knife you could even manage to cut it. " He laughed. "It was a hell of a good place to sit around with friends and drink until closing time. Now its calling itself the Grange, and the foods much better, and you cant drop in for a quiet drink because you cant hear yourself think in there. The customers are all my wifes age or younger, and Christ theyre a noisy bunch. "

  "They seem to like the noise," I said.

  "It must do something for them," he said, "but Ive never been able to figure out what. All it does for me is give me a headache. "

  "Im the same way. "

  "Listen to us," he said. "Were a couple of old farts. Youre a lot younger than I am. Youre fifty-five, right?"

  "I guess it stands out all over me. "

  He looked me in the eye. "I made it my business to learn a little about you," he said. "That cant come as a surprise to you. I imagine you did the same. "

  "Your credit ratings good," I said.

  "Well, thats a load off my mind. "

  "And youre sixty-four. "

  "I mentioned that a few minutes ago, didnt I? Not that it comes under the heading of closely held information. " He leaned back, one arm extended along the back of the sofa. "I was the second-oldest member of the club of thirty-one. Not counting Homer, that is. Thats Homer Champney, hes the man who founded our chapter. "

  "So I understand. "

  "I was thirty-two then, working for Legal Aid, thinking about joining the Village Independent Democrats and trying to make a place for myself in politics. Trouble was I found the reform Democrats even more odious than the regulars. The old clubhouse hacks were full of crap, but at least they knew it. The reformers were always such sanctimonious little shits. Who knows, if I could have learned to put up with them I might have turned out to be Ed Koch. "

  "Theres a thought. "

  "Frank DiGiulio was about ten months older than me. I barely knew him but I liked him. Face off an old Roman coin. He died, you know. "

  "Last September. "

  "I saw the obit in the Times. Thats the first page I read these days. "

  "Im the same way. "

  "Thats my definition of middle age. It starts the day you pick up the morning paper and turn to the obituaries. When Frank dropped dead, I thought to myself, Well, Gruliow, youre walking point. " He frowned. "As if it would be my turn next. Instead it was Alan Watson. Decent fellow, very straight, stabbed to death for his watch and wallet. You dont expect that in Forest Hills. "

  "Theyve evidently had more street crime lately. It was a private security guard who found him, and you dont hire a private security force if you dont have to. "

  "Sign of the times," he said. "Theyll have them everywhere soon. " He looked down into his glass of whiskey and soda. "I had a call from Felicia Karp," he said. "I didnt know who she was, and when she told me she was Fred Karps widow I was still in the dark. Fred Karp? Who the hell was Fred Karp? A lawyer, a mob guy, a radical? Remember, he was a guy I used to see once a year at dinner, and then three years ago I stopped seeing him because he jumped out his office window. So it took me a minute, and then she went on to say that shed had a visit from a detective, and this chap had told her there was a possibility her husband hadnt killed himself after all, that hed been murdered. And shed seen my name on a list of some sort of club, and it was the one name on the list she recognized, so she was calling in the hope that I could shed some light on the matter. "

  "And?"

  "And I did what I could to conceal my own ignorance, which at the time was all-encompassing, and told her Id see what I could find out. I made the obvious phone calls, and when I felt Id learned enough about you I called you up myself. " He smiled engagingly. "And here you are. "

  "And here I am. "

  "Whos your client?"

  "I cant tell you that. "

  "Youre not an attorney, you know. Its not privileged information. "

  "And were not in court. "

  "No, of course were not. I have to assume your client is one of the other surviving members. Unless youve been hired by a widow or some other survivor. " He watched my face as he spoke. "Youre not giving anything away," he said after a moment.

  "My client may be willing for you to know who he is. But Id have to check with him first. "

  " He, him. Hardly a widow, not with those pronouns. Although I think you might be a subtle man, Matt. Are you?"

  "Not very. "

  "I wonder. Still, it almost has to be a group member, doesnt it? Who else would know the names of all the other members? Although I suppose some of us may have talked openly about the club with our wives. " A smile, this one a little darker at the corners. "Our first wives," he said. "If your first divorce teaches you nothing else, it teaches you discretion. "

  "Does it matter who hired me?"

  "Probably not. I like to know everything about people- jurors, witnesses, the lawyer on the other side. Preparations everything, you know. The courtroom thearics may make me a hot ticket on the lecture circuit, but its the pretrial prep work that wins the cases. And I like to win cases. "

  He asked if I wanted more Perrier. I said I was fine.

  He said, "Well, whats your best guess, Matt? Is someone killing us off? Or is that confidential, too?"

  "The clubs had a lot of deaths. "

  "I dont need a detective to tell me that. "

  "Several murders, several suicides, a few accidents that could have been staged. So it looks as though more than coincidence would have to be involved. "

  "Yes. "

  "But its impossible. The killer would almost have to be one of you, and theres no motive, no financial incentive, at least none Im aware of. Or am I missing something?"

  "No," he said. "There was some talk early on about laying down a case of good Bordeaux for the last man to drink. We decided whoever was left would be too old to enjoy it. Besides, it seemed inappropriate, even frivolous. "

  "So the killer would have to be crazy," I said. "And not just sudden-impulse crazy, because hed have been at it for years. Hed have to be long-term crazy, and all fourteen of you look to have been leading sane and stable lives. "

  "Ha," he said. "Ive got two ex-wives who would give you an argument on that point, and I could name a few other people whod be quick to tell you Im only eating with one chopstick. Maybe Im the killer. "

  "Are you?"

  "Hows that again?"

  "Are you the killer? Did you kill Watson and Cloonan and the others?"

  "My God, what a question. No, of course not. "

  "Well, thats a load off my mind. "

  "Am I a suspect?"

  "I dont have any suspects. "

  "But did you seriously think-"

  "That you might have done it? No idea. Thats why I asked. "

  "You think I would have t
old you?"

  "You might have," I said. "Stranger things have happened. "

  "Jesus. "

  "What I was taught to do," I said, "was ask all the questions, including the stupid ones. You never know what somebodyll decide to tell you. "

  "Interesting. In a trial its the exact opposite. Theres a basic principle, you never ask a question of a witness unless you already know the answer. "

  "Youd think it would be hard to learn anything that way. "

  "Education," he said, "is not the object. Im going to have another drink. Join me?"

  I let him top up my Perrier.

  * * *

  I said, "Ill tell you this much. I was surprised to see your name on the list of members. "

  "Oh?"

  "It seemed to me," I said, "that it was an unusual group for you to join. "

  He snorted. "Id say its an unusual club for anybody to join. An annual celebration of mortality, for Gods sake. Why would anybody want to sign on for that?"

  "Why did you?"

  "Its hard to remember," he said. "I was much younger then, obviously. Undefined personally and professionally. If Karps widow- what was her name, Felicia?"

  "Yes. "

  "You name a child Felicia and youre just daring the whole world to call her Fellatio, arent you? If Felicia Karp had seen my name on a list in 1961, she wouldnt have looked at it twice. Unless she thought Gruliow was a typographical error. I ran into that years ago, you know. People thought it must be Grillo. "

  "Now they know the name. "

  "Oh, no question. The name, the face, the hair, the voice, the sardonic wit. Everybody knows Hard-Way Ray Gruliow. Well, its what I wanted. And thats a great curse, you know. May you get what you want. Hell of a thing to wish on a man. "

  "The price of fame," I said.

  "Its not so bad. I get tables in restaurants, I get strangers saying hello to me on the street. Theres a coffee shop on Bleecker Street named a sandwich after me. You go in there and order a Ray Gruliow and theyll bring you some godforsaken combination of corned beef and raw onion and I dont know what else. "

  His second drink was darker than the first, and he looked to be making it disappear faster.

  "Of course its not all corned beef and onions," he said. "Sometimes they break your windows. "

  My eyes went to the front window.

  "Replaced," he said. "Thats high-impact plastic. It looks like glass, unless the light hits it just right, but its not. Its supposed to stop bullets. Not high-velocity rounds, concrete wont stop them, but your run-of-the-mill gunshot ought to be deflected. It was a shotgun last time around, and Im told shotgun pellets will bounce right off of my new window. Wont even mar the finish. "

  "They never caught the guy, did they?"

  He cocked his head. "You dont really think they knocked themselves out trying, do you? I think the shooter was a cop. "