the way it is.â
Hawker finished his beer and prepared to leave. He looked at McCarthy. âPaul, it has been a lovely evening. But I think Iâd better go now before I lose my temper and tell Detective Riddock what a naive little airhead she really is.â
Hastily the woman put her purse on the table and unzipped it. Hawker couldnât quite believe it when she pulled out a nickel-plated .38 police special. She pointed it at Hawker. âYouâre not going anywhere, mister. Iâm placing you under arrest for the murder of Solomon Goldblatz.â
Hawker smiled his disbelief. âBecause of what we said here tonight? Come on, lady, itâs your word against the two of us.â
Just as calmly, she reached into her purse and produced a tiny tape recorder. The reels were turning. Detective Sergeant Claramae Riddock smiled. âSay what you want about me, Mr. Hawker, but I am no airhead.â She switched off the recorder. âProperly introduced, I think I have enough here to put you and McCarthy behind bars for a long, long while.â¦â
NINE
Hawker found himself paying the bill for a woman who fully intended to send him to prison. It made him feel even more ridiculous.
She put the gun away when McCarthy solemnly promised the two of them would accompany her peacefully to the station house. One by one they filed through the restaurant door. McCarthy looked at the vigilante and rolled his eyes as if to apologize. Hawker smiled. âIf it makes you feel any better, Paul, that was the best steak Iâve ever had in my life.â
He chuckled grimly. âIf Annie Oakley there gets you sentenced to the electric chair, weâll know just what to bring you for your last meal.â
âThatâs a happy thought,â said Hawker. âI feel better already.â
âAnd maybe we can share a cell!â
âGee, what fun.â
âIâve always wanted to learn how to play the harmonica.â
âI just changed my mind. I think Iâm going to ask for a private cell.â
âHow about the accordion?â
âIâll ask for a cell in a different time zone.â
Behind them, Claramae Riddock said with sarcasm that held no humor, âYou two men are a real credit to law enforcement. Keep on joking. Is there anything important enough for you to be serious about?â
âI have a theory,â said McCarthy, ignoring the question. âI think one of the unacknowledged side effects of birth control pills is habitual nastiness. How else can the behavior of the modern woman be explained?â
âWatch it,â said Hawker wryly. âShe has a gun and doesnât know how to use it.â
âSo?â
âThe warning shot could be fatal.â
A northwest wind had blown the smog away, and the December sky was clear and black and misty with stars. In the parking lot, fresh snow creaked beneath their feet, and their breath vaporized in gray plumes as they talked in the cold night. It was late; only a few cars remained in the lot.
When they got to his Corvette, Hawker faced the woman. âSo whatâs the plan, Detective? Do you want Paul and me to follow you in, or are you going to radio for reinforcements?â
Riddock didnât smile. âPaul can drive himself. Iâll ride with you.â
âYou trust him but you donât trust me? Keep it up, Detective, and youâre really going to hurt my feelings.â
âPaul grew up in Detroit; he has family here. Thereâs not much chance heâll bolt. And if he does, we know where to find him. Youâre a different story, Hawker. Iâll have a uniform give me a ride back to my car.â
âAnd, once weâre alone, whatâs to stop me from knocking you on the head and dumping you in a ditch?â
The woman reached into her purse and produced the .38. âHawker, donât think for one minute I wonât use this if you make me. Get it
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