Scudder - Eight Million Ways To Die Part 9

'I'll do that.'

'And if you need to talk to me, just call my service. I'll return your calls now that I know you.'

I got out, closed the door. He waited for an opening, made a U-turn, turned again at Eighth Avenue and headed uptown. The U-turn was illegal and he ran the light making his left turn on Eighth, but I don't suppose it worried him much. I couldn't recall the last time I'd seen a cop ticket anyone for a moving violation in the city of New York. Sometimes you'll see five cars go on through after a light turns red. Even the buses do it these days.

After he made his turn I took out my notebook, made an entry. Across the street, near Polly's Cage, a man and woman were having a loud argument. 'You call yourself a man?' she demanded. He slapped her. She cursed him and he slapped her again.

Maybe he'd beat her senseless. Maybe this was a game they played five nights out of seven. Try to break up that sort of thing and as likely as not they'll both turn on you. When I was a rookie cop, my first partner would do anything to avoid interfering in a domestic argument. Once, facing down a drunken husband, he'd been a.s.saulted from behind by the wife. The husband had knocked out four of her teeth but she leaped to his defense, breaking a bottle over her savior's head. He wound up with fifteen st.i.tches and a concussion, and he used to run his forefinger over the scar when he told me the story. You couldn't see the scar, his hair covered it, but his finger went right to the spot.

'I say let 'em kill each other,' he used to say. 'It don't matter if she phoned in the complaint herself, she'll still turn on you. Let 'em f.u.c.king kill each other.'

Across the street, the woman said something I didn't catch and the man hit her low with his closed fist. She cried out in what sounded like real pain. I put my notebook away and went into my hotel.

I called Kim from the lobby. Her machine answered and I had started to leave a message when she picked up the receiver and interrupted me. 'I leave the machine on sometimes when I'm home,' she explained, 'so I can see who it is before I answer. I haven't heard from Chance since I spoke to you earlier.'

'I just left him a few minutes ago.'

'You saw him?'

'We rode around in his car.'

'What did you think?'

'I think he's a good driver.'

'I meant - '

'I know what you meant. He didn't seem terribly upset to hear that you want to leave him. He a.s.sured me that you've got nothing to fear from him. According to him, you didn't need me as your champion. All you had to do was tell him.'

'Yes, well, he'd say that.'

'You don't think it's true?'

'Maybe it is.'

'He said he wants to hear it from you, and I gather he also wants to make some arrangements about your leaving the apartment. I don't know if you're afraid to be alone with him or not.'

'I don't know either.'

'You can keep the door locked and talk to him through it.'

'He has keys.'

'Don't you have a chain lock?'

'Yes.'

'You can use that.'

'I suppose.'

'Shall I come over?'

'No, you don't have to do that. Oh, I suppose you want the rest of the money, don't you?'

'Not until you've talked to him and everything's settled. But I'll come over there if you want somebody on your side when he turns up.'

'Is he coming tonight?'

'I don't know when he's coming. Maybe he'll handle the whole thing over the phone.'

'He might not come until tomorrow.'

'Well, I could hole up on the couch if you wanted.'

'Do you think it's necessary?'

'Well, it is if you think it is, Kim. If you're uncomfortable - '

'Do you think I have anything to be afraid of?'

I thought for a moment, replayed the scene with Chance, a.s.sessed my own reactions after the fact. 'No,' I said. 'I don't think so. But I don't really know the man.'

'Neither do I.'

'If you're nervous - '

'No, it's silly. Anyway it's late. I'm watching a movie on cable, but when it ends I'm going to sleep. I'll put the chain lock on. That's a good idea.'

'You've got my number.'

'Yes.'

'Call me if anything happens, or if you just want to call me. All right?'

'Sure.'

'Just to put your mind at rest, I think you spent some money you didn't have to spend, but it was money you held out so maybe it doesn't matter.'

'Absolutely.'

'The point is I think you're off the hook. He's not going to hurt you.'

'I think you're right. I'll probably call you tomorrow. And Matt? Thanks.'

'Get some sleep,' I said.

I went upstairs and tried to take my own advice but I was wired. I gave up and got dressed and went around the corner to Armstrong's. I would have had something to eat but the kitchen was closed. Trina told me she could get me a piece of pie if I wanted. I didn't want a piece of pie.