Thayer growled. John Wayne impersonation.
“Have you shared this theory with the police, Mr. Thayer?” I repeated.
He flushed slightly under his careful tan. “No, I didn’t want it blurted all over the newspapers—I didn’t want any of my neighbors to see what the boy was up to.”
I nodded. “But you’re really convinced that Mr. McGraw here—and/or his daughter—set up Peter and had him shot.”
“Yes, I am, damnit!”
“And have you any evidence to support this allegation?” I asked.
“No, he doesn’t, goddamnit!” McGraw yelled. “No one could support such a goddamn asshole statement! Anita was in love with that North Shore snot. I told her that it was a colossal mistake. Get involvedwith the bosses and you get your ass burned. And now look what’s happened.”
It seemed to me that the bosses had been the ones to get burned in this case, but I didn’t think it would do any good to mention it.
“Did you give Mr. McGraw one of your business cards when you were here before?” I asked Thayer.
“I don’t know,” he said impatiently. “I probably gave one to his secretary when I arrived. Anyway, what business is it of yours?”
I smiled. “I’m a private investigator, Mr. Thayer, and I’m investigating a private matter for Mr. McGraw here. He showed me one of your business cards the other night, and I wondered where he got it.”
McGraw shifted uncomfortably. Thayer stared at him with a look of disbelief. “You showed her one of my cards? Why the hell did you do that? For that matter, why were you talking to a private investigator at all?”
“I had my reasons.” McGraw looked embarrassed, but he also looked mean.
“I bet you did,” Thayer said heavily. He turned to me. “What are you doing for McGraw?”
I shook my head. “My clients pay for privacy.”
“What kinds of things do you investigate?” Thayer asked. “Divorces?”
“Most people think of divorce when they meet a private detective. Frankly divorce is pretty slimy. I do a lot of industrial cases…. You know Edward Purcell, the man who used to be chairman of Transicon? ”
Thayer nodded. “I know of him anyway.”
“I did that investigation. He hired me because his board was pressuring him to find out where the disposable assets were going. Unfortunately he didn’t cover his tracks well enough before he hired me.” Purcell’s subsequent suicide and the reorganization of a badly damaged Transicon had been a ten-day wonder in Chicago.
Thayer leaned over me. “In that case, what are you doing for McGraw?” He lacked McGraw’s raw menace, but he, too, was a powerful man, used to intimidating others. The force of his personality was directed at me and I sat up straight to resist it.
“What business is it of yours, Mr. Thayer?”
He gave me the frown that got obedience from his junior trust officers. “If he gave you my card, it’s my business.”
“It didn’t have anything to do with you, Mr. Thayer.”
“That’s right, Thayer,” McGraw growled. “Now get your ass out of my office.”
Thayer turned back to McGraw and I relaxed slightly. “You’re not trying to smear me with any of your dirty business, are you, McGraw?”
“Watch it, Thayer. My name and my operation have been cleared in every court in this country. In Congress too. Don’t give me that crap.”
“Yeah, Congress cleared you. Lucky, wasn’t it, the way Derek Bernstein died right before the Senate hearings began.”
McGraw walked right up to the banker. “You SOB. You get out of here now or I’ll get some peopleto throw you out in a way that’ll pop your high-and-mighty executive dignity for you.”
“I’m not afraid of your thugs, McGraw; don’t threaten me.”
“Oh, come on,” I snapped. “Both of you are tough as all get out, and you’re both frightening me to pieces. So can you cut out this little-boy stuff? Why do you care so much about it, Mr. Thayer? Mr. McGraw here may have tossed a business card of
“Have you shared this theory with the police, Mr. Thayer?” I repeated.
He flushed slightly under his careful tan. “No, I didn’t want it blurted all over the newspapers—I didn’t want any of my neighbors to see what the boy was up to.”
I nodded. “But you’re really convinced that Mr. McGraw here—and/or his daughter—set up Peter and had him shot.”
“Yes, I am, damnit!”
“And have you any evidence to support this allegation?” I asked.
“No, he doesn’t, goddamnit!” McGraw yelled. “No one could support such a goddamn asshole statement! Anita was in love with that North Shore snot. I told her that it was a colossal mistake. Get involvedwith the bosses and you get your ass burned. And now look what’s happened.”
It seemed to me that the bosses had been the ones to get burned in this case, but I didn’t think it would do any good to mention it.
“Did you give Mr. McGraw one of your business cards when you were here before?” I asked Thayer.
“I don’t know,” he said impatiently. “I probably gave one to his secretary when I arrived. Anyway, what business is it of yours?”
I smiled. “I’m a private investigator, Mr. Thayer, and I’m investigating a private matter for Mr. McGraw here. He showed me one of your business cards the other night, and I wondered where he got it.”
McGraw shifted uncomfortably. Thayer stared at him with a look of disbelief. “You showed her one of my cards? Why the hell did you do that? For that matter, why were you talking to a private investigator at all?”
“I had my reasons.” McGraw looked embarrassed, but he also looked mean.
“I bet you did,” Thayer said heavily. He turned to me. “What are you doing for McGraw?”
I shook my head. “My clients pay for privacy.”
“What kinds of things do you investigate?” Thayer asked. “Divorces?”
“Most people think of divorce when they meet a private detective. Frankly divorce is pretty slimy. I do a lot of industrial cases…. You know Edward Purcell, the man who used to be chairman of Transicon? ”
Thayer nodded. “I know of him anyway.”
“I did that investigation. He hired me because his board was pressuring him to find out where the disposable assets were going. Unfortunately he didn’t cover his tracks well enough before he hired me.” Purcell’s subsequent suicide and the reorganization of a badly damaged Transicon had been a ten-day wonder in Chicago.
Thayer leaned over me. “In that case, what are you doing for McGraw?” He lacked McGraw’s raw menace, but he, too, was a powerful man, used to intimidating others. The force of his personality was directed at me and I sat up straight to resist it.
“What business is it of yours, Mr. Thayer?”
He gave me the frown that got obedience from his junior trust officers. “If he gave you my card, it’s my business.”
“It didn’t have anything to do with you, Mr. Thayer.”
“That’s right, Thayer,” McGraw growled. “Now get your ass out of my office.”
Thayer turned back to McGraw and I relaxed slightly. “You’re not trying to smear me with any of your dirty business, are you, McGraw?”
“Watch it, Thayer. My name and my operation have been cleared in every court in this country. In Congress too. Don’t give me that crap.”
“Yeah, Congress cleared you. Lucky, wasn’t it, the way Derek Bernstein died right before the Senate hearings began.”
McGraw walked right up to the banker. “You SOB. You get out of here now or I’ll get some peopleto throw you out in a way that’ll pop your high-and-mighty executive dignity for you.”
“I’m not afraid of your thugs, McGraw; don’t threaten me.”
“Oh, come on,” I snapped. “Both of you are tough as all get out, and you’re both frightening me to pieces. So can you cut out this little-boy stuff? Why do you care so much about it, Mr. Thayer? Mr. McGraw here may have tossed a business card of
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