Loew, pale. “Done, and I’ll talk to Parker this afternoon.”
Ray Pinker rapped on the mirror, pressed a graph to the glass: twin needle lines–no wild fluctuations. Out the speaker: “Not guilty, but no give on his alibi. Was he _en flagrante?_”
Loew smiled. Russ Millard, speaker loud. “Go to work, Vincennes. Nite Owl block canvassing, if you recall. Your cockamamie TV show hasn’t panned out so far, and I want a written statement on your dealings with Hudgens. _By 0800 tomorrow_.”
Darktown beckoned.
o o o
South to 77th. Jack popped another roll and picked up his search map; the desk sergeant told him the spooks were getting feistier, some pinko agitators put a bug up their ass, more garbage attacks, the garage men were going out in threes: one detective, two partrolmen, teams on opposite sides of the street. Meet his guys at 116th and Wills–they’d been one man short since noon.
The bennies kicked in–Jack zoomed back up. He drove to 116 and Wills: a stretch of cinderblock shacks, windows stuffed with cardboard. Dirt alleys, a bicycle brigade: colored kids packing fruit. His guys up ahead: two partrolmen on the left, two blues and a plainclothes on the right. Armed: tin snips, rifles. Jack parked, made the left-side team a threesome.
Pure shitwork.
Knock on the door, get permission to search the garage. Three quarters of the locals played possum; back to the garage, open the door, cut the lock. The right-side team didn’t ask–they went in snips first, dawdled, brandished their hardware at the bicycle kids. The left-side kids tried to look mean; one kid chucked a tomato over their heads. The blues fired over his head–taking out a pigeon coop, chewing up a palm tree. Dusty garage after dusty garage after dusty garage–no ’49 Mere license DG1 14.
Twilight, a block of deserted houses–broken windows, weed jungle lawns. Jack started feeling punk: achy teeth, chest pings. He heard rebel yells across the street; the right-side team triggered shots. He looked at his partners–then they all tore ass over.
The Holy Grail in a rat-infested garage: a purple ’49 Merc, jig rig to the hilt. California license DG114–registcred to Raymond “Sugar Ray” Coates.
Two patrolmen whipped out bottles.
A couple of bicycle kids jabbered: the bonaroo paint job, a white cat hanging around the alley.
The left-side guys broke into a rain dance.
Jack squinted through a side window. Three pump shotguns on the floor between the seats: big bore, probably 12-gauge.
Yells-deafening; back slaps–bonecrusher hard. The kids yelled along; a patrolman let them slug from his bottle. Jack took a big gulp, emptied his gun at a streetlight, got it with his last shot. Whoops, rebel yells; Jack let the kids play quick draw with his piece. Sid Hudgens buzzed him–he took a big drink, chased him away.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
A private room at the Pacific Dining Car. Dudley Smith, Ellis Loew, Bud across the table. Blistered hands, three days of hose work: sex offenders blurred in his head.
Dudley said, “Lad, we found the car and the shotguns an hour ago. No prints, but one of the firing pins perfectly matches the nicked shells we found at the Nite Owl. We took the victims’ purses and wallets out of a sewer grate near the Tevere Hotel, which means that we have a damn near airtight case. But Mr. Loew and I want the whole hog. We want confessions.”
Bud shoved his plate away. It all came back to the spooks– scotch his shot at Exley. “So you’ll put bright boy on the niggers again.”
Loew shook his head. “No, Exley’s too soft. I want you and Dudley to question them, inside the jail, tomorrow morning. Ray Coates has been in the infirmary with an car infection, but they’re releasing him back into general population early tomorrow. I want you and Dud there bright and early, say 7:00.”
“What about Carlisle and Breuning?”
Dudley laughed. “Lad, you’re a much more frightful presence. This job has the name ‘Wendell White’ on it, as does another assignment I’ve kicked off lately. One you’ll be interested in.”
Loew said, “Officer, it’s been Ed Exley’s case so far, but now you can share the glory. And I’ll grant you a favor in return.”