The Mike Hammer Collection Part 42

"You ready, you b.a.s.t.a.r.d?"

I didn't move. I just stood there hoping Velda could do something while my own body half shielded her from him, hoping she could move fast enough to get the h.e.l.l out. He saw that too and started to laugh. It was so funny to him with all the hate bottled up inside he laughed even harder as he aimed the rod with every ounce of professional technique he ever had.

And it was the laugh that did it. The laugh that broke the last thing inside. The laugh that burst the lifeline. He felt it go and his eyes went so wide the whites of them showed the horror he felt because he was still a loser and before he could put that final fraction of pressure on the trigger the gun dropped from his hand and he pitched facedown on the floor with a sickening squashing sound as some ghastly, putrescent fluid burst from his belly.

I picked Velda up, carried her into the bedroom, and washed the blood from her temple. Then I loosened her clothes and pulled the blanket over her before flopping down on the bed beside her.

Outside I had another dead man at my feet, but he was going to have to wait until morning.

CHAPTER 8.

Pat was there at nine in the morning. So was Inspector Grebb and Charles Force. Pat's face told me he had no choice so I threw him a brief nod so he knew I got the picture.

The police photographers got all the shots they wanted, the body was carried out, Velda had a doctor in with her, and Grebb pointed at a chair for me and sat down himself.

"You've been a thorn in our side, Hammer," he said pleasantly.

"Tough."

"But I think we have you nailed now."

"For failing to report a body?"

"It's enough. You don't step that far outside and still get a gun-carrying privilege. It will break you with that fancy agency because they like closed mouths about their operations. They lift your ticket and you're back in the ranks again."

Charlie Force was standing there with that same old courtroom smile, like his bait had caught the fish. I said, "I warned you, Charlie."

"Mr. Force, if you don't mind?"

This time I let him see the kind of grin I had, the one with teeth in it. I said, "Okay, buddy, I'll come to your party, only I'm bringing my friends. I'm bringing in pressures you never heard of. Get something in your G.o.dd.a.m.n heads . . . you're two public servants and all you're looking for is another step up. If you got the idea you'll get it over me you're wrong. Don't think that agency is going to back down a bit. I gave them too much and they're still paying off for it. I'll keep giving them more and more until they can't afford to lose me. The agency is bigger than both you guys and now you're going to find it out the hard way.

"As for you, Force, before you were playing in courtrooms I was pushing a legal gun around this town and there are guys I know and friends I made who'd like nothing better than to wipe your nose in a mess. Believe me, buddy, if you ever did one lousy thing in your life . . . and you can bet your a.s.s you did because everybody does, I'll nail it down and you'll go with it. It won't even be a hard job. But I'll do even better than that to you, kid. I'll pull the stool right out from under you. This little b.u.g.g.e.r I'm on now is a hot little b.u.g.g.e.r and it's mine. You get no slice of it at all. I'll make the action and get the yaks."

I spun around and looked at Pat. "Tell them, friend."

"You did a pretty good job. I'm still a Captain."

"Well, maybe we'll get you raised one after this, okay, Inspector?"

He didn't say anything. He sat there glowering at me, not knowing what to think. But he was an old hand and knew when the wind was blowing bad. It showed in his eyes, only he didn't want me to to see it. Finally he looked at his watch, then up to me. "We'll wait some more," he said. "It's bound to happen sometime."

"Don't hold your breath waiting," I said.

"You take care of things here, Captain," he said to Pat. "I'll want to see the report later."

"I'll have it on your desk, Inspector."

They left then, two quiet men with one idea in their minds n.o.body was ever going to shake loose. When they were out I said to Pat, "Why the heat?"

"Because the city is on edge, Mike. They haven't got the answers and neither have I. Somehow you always get thrown in the middle of things so that you're the one to pull the switch."

"You got everything I know."

Pat nodded sagely. "Great. Facts are one thing, but there's still that crazy mind of yours. You make the same facts come out with different answers somehow." He held up his hand to shut me up. "Oh, I agree, you're cooperative and all that jazz. You lay it on the line like you're requested to do and still make it look like your own idea. But all the time you're following a strange line of reasoning n.o.body who looks at the facts would take. I always said you should have been a straight cop in the first place."

"I tried it a long time ago and it didn't work."

"You would have made a perfect crook. Sometimes I wonder just what the h.e.l.l you really are inside. You live in a half world of your own, never in, never out, always on the edge."

"Nuts to you, Pat. It works."

"The hard way."

Pat walked to the window, stared down into the courtyard a moment, then came back. "Kania say anything to you before he died?"

"Only how he was going to enjoy killing me."

"You didn't ask him any questions?"

"With a gun on me and him ready to shoot? There wasn't anything to ask."

"There wasn't any chance you could have taken him?"

"Not a one."

"So I'll buy it. Now, how'd he find you?"

"I'm not that hard to find. He did it twice before. He probably picked up Velda at my office and followed her here."

"She talk yet?"

"No," I told him, "but maybe she will now. Let's ask her."

The doctor had finished with Velda, a.s.suring us both that it was only a minor concussion that should leave no aftereffects, gave me a prescription for a sedative, and left us alone with her.

She smiled up at me crookedly, her face hurting with the effort.

"Think you can talk, kitten?"

"I'm all right."

"How'd that punk get in here?"

She shook her head and winced. "I don't know. I left the door unlocked thinking you'd be in shortly, then I went to the bathroom. When I went back into the living room he stepped out of the bedroom. He held the gun on me . . . then made me lie on the couch. I knew he was afraid I'd scream or something so he just swung the gun at me. I remember . . . coming awake once, then he hit me again. That's all I remember until you spoke to me."

I glanced at Pat. "That's how he did it then. He waited at the office."

"Did you know Grebb kept a man staked out there?"

"Didn't everybody? I told you to stay off my neck."

"It wasn't my idea."

"Kania must have spotted him the same as I did. He simply waited outside or across the street until Velda came out. When she came alone he figured she could lead him to me and stayed with her. She made the job easy by leaving the door open."

"I'm sorry, Mike."

"No sweat, baby," I said. "It won't happen again."

"Mike . . ."

"What?"

"Mrs. Lee. She'd like to see you again."

She was bypa.s.sing Pat, but he caught it and grinned. "I haven't heard about her."

"An old lady. Sally Devon's old wardrobe mistress. She was with her when she died. She'll talk to anybody for company's sake but she might come up with something."

"Still going back thirty years?"

"Does money get old?" I asked him.

There was a jack next to the bed so I got the phone from the living room and plugged it in and laid it on the nightstand where Velda could reach it. "You stay put all day, honey. I'll check in with you every now and then and if you want anything, just call down for it. I'll leave your key with the super and he can check on anybody who comes in."

"Mike . . . I'll be fine. You don't have to . . ."

I cut her off. "Look, if I want you for anything, I'll call. There's a lot you can do without getting out of bed. Relax until I need you. Shall I get somebody to stay with you?"

"No."

"I'll be moving fast. I don't know where I'll be. But I'll check in every couple of hours. Maybe Pat here can give you a buzz too."

"Be glad to," he said. There was restraint in his voice and I knew how he was hurting. It isn't easy for a guy who loves a woman to see her going down the road with somebody else. War, love . . . somebody's got to be the loser.

So I covered her up and went outside with Pat. About twenty minutes later two men from his division came in, got a rundown on Kania, and started backtracking him. A contract killer wasn't notorious for leaving a trail, but Marv Kania had a record, he was known. He might have been tight-lipped about his operation, but somewhere somebody was going to know something.

One thing. That's all we needed. You could start with dead men, all right, but it won't do you any good if they only lead to other dead men. Mr. d.i.c.kerson had played some smart cards. He had picked his people well. The ones here were clean. The ones who weren't were dead. The hoods in town could be taken in and questioned, but if they knew nothing because the orders hadn't been issued yet, they couldn't say anything. It was still a free country and you couldn't make them leave the state as long as they stayed clean. The men behind them were power who could still turn on the heat through odd but important channels so you couldn't roust them too far.

I told Pat I'd see him sometime after lunch, walked him downstairs, left a key with the super, and gave him a fin for his trouble. Pat went on downtown and I hopped a cab across town to Annette Lee's place, got the landlady to let me in, and stepped into her living room.

The old gal was still in her rocker, still going through that same perpetual rhythm, stopping only when her chair had inched against another piece of furniture. Her curtains were drawn back, letting in the early light, and she smiled a big h.e.l.lo when she saw me.

"How nice of you to come back, young man," she said. She held out her hand without getting up and I took it. "Sit down, please."

I tossed my hat on a table and pulled up another straight-back chair and perched on the end of it.

"Your young lady was here yesterday. We had a lovely visit. It isn't often I get company, you know."

I said, "She mentioned you wanted to see me."

"Yes." Annette Lee nodded, then leaned her head back against the chair with her eyes half shut. "We were talking. I . . ." She waved her hand vaguely in front of her face. "Sometimes I forget things. I'm going on ninety now. I think I've lived too long already."

"You never live too long."

"Perhaps so. I can still enjoy things. I can dream. Do you dream, Mr. . . . ?"

"Hammer."

"Mr. Hammer. Do you dream?"

"Sometimes."

"You're not old enough to dream back like I do. It's something like being reborn. I like to dream. They were good days then. I dream about them because they're all I have to dream about. Yes, they were fine days."

"What was it you wanted to tell me, Miss Lee?" I asked her gently.

"Oh?" She thought a moment, then: "There was something. Your young lady and I talked about Sally and Sue. Yes, that was it. Dear Sally, she was so lovely. It was a pity she died."

"Miss Lee . . ."

"Yes?"

"The night she died . . . do you remember it well?"

"Oh yes. Oh yes indeed." Her rocking slowed momentarily so she could shift positions, then started again.

"Was she drunk, really drunk?"

"Dear me, yes. Sally drank all the time. From very early in the morning. There was nothing I could do so I tried to keep her company and talk to her. She didn't want to talk too much, you know. When she did it was drunk talk I couldn't always understand. Do you know what I mean?"

"I've heard it."

"There was that thing with the snakes you mentioned. It was rather an obsession with her."

"She was frightened of the snake?"

Annette Lee lifted her head and peered at me. "No, that was the strange thing. She wasn't afraid. It was . . . well, she hated it."

"Was the snake a person?"

"Excuse me?"