yours.â
âYouâre being very elliptical here.â
âAnother stabbing victim. Especially, down low. Seeing a heap of that lately.â
âAnd youâre going to have the ME do a tox screen to see if there are roofies in his blood.â
âAs soon as they get here and cart him off. Seems this is a busy day at the morgue. Shooting up in Harlem. A couple of domestics where things really got out of hand. And an old guy lost control of his car and took out a flea market in SoHo. Bodies were flying like Frisbees.â
âThe day goes faster when youâre busy. Have you had a chance to look at the tapes from the hotelâs security cameras?â
âYouâre kidding, right? When you get seven, eight bucks a night, and for guests you got zombies with first-run showings of DTs playing in their heads, are you gonna put your money into videotape?â
Fair point.
âAny witnesses?â
âYeah. Three monkeys. Hear no evil, speak no evil, and the ever popular see no evil.â
âHow about the guy who runs the counter? The manager. Did he notice anyone come in with the vic?â
âHe is the vic.â
âFancy that.â
âNameâs Cady. Walter Cady.â
âThe clues just keep on coming.â
âAnd we have something else,â Luce said. âHis computer. Which has already been bagged and tagged, and ison the way to Forensics. Never know what those curious little data miners may dig up.â
âAnd, of course, youâll keep me posted.â
âItâs what I live for, Jackson. By the way, howâs Dee Dee?â
âGot a boyfriend. Justin Hapner.â
âThe beginning of a lifetime of complications.â
A cop appeared at the door. He was maybe eighteen, and had the acne to prove it.
âDetective Guidry?â he said. âHate to bother you. The body baggers are here.â
âMuch as Iâd like to spend the rest of the day chitchatting with you, Jackson, unlike you Iâve got work to do. Oh, I almost forgot. We found another one that could be yours.â
âYouâre kidding.â
âFound him in a room in that grubby little hotel on the West Side thatâs kinda shaped like a rhombus. Stabbed. In that special place.â
âDid you get his name off the hotel registry?â
âYeah. Millard Fillmore.â
âAny witnesses?â
âIn a hot bed joint? Please! But weâll run his prints and see what turns up.â
The murders were tumbling into each other. Not much space between them. It was as if the killer was working herself into a frenzy. And having a hard time keeping it together.
Luce and I parted company in the street. The crowdoutside the flophouse had thinned to just a few people waiting for the final act before they got on with their day. One of them, an old, disheveled guy with a faded tattoo creeping up his neck, disengaged himself from the small knot of people and walked up to me.
âGot a buck for an old-timer whoâs seen it all?â he said.
The bridge of his nose was flattened. And his eyes were hooded under two thick plates of old scar tissue that sat on what used to be his eyebrows.
I reached into my pocket and handed him a five.
âWhatâs your name, my friend?â I said.
âThey call me Sailor.â
âSo, what have you seen, Sailor?â I said.
âThings that get into your head and donât let go.â
âIâm familiar with the experience.â
He grinned. âMost folks are, but donât admit it.â
I jerked my chin at the Majestic.
âYou live there?â I said.
He rubbed the five-dollar bill between his thumb and forefinger. âReckon I will tonight. Once the commotion dies down.â
âWhere did you fight?â
With the pads of his fingers he gently stroked the scar tissue jutting out above his right eye.
âWherever there was a payday,â he said.
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