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Still, I had to do something, if for my own sake alone. Mr. Adrian had just tried to kill me for getting too close. He would try again, unless I could draw attention to myself. There were enough rival factions in Greasetown that friction from one, or the possible reaction of another, often stayed the hand of more aggressive groups. I had done Authority favors before. Perhaps Iād try my hand again.
I dialed the operator. āAuthority, Criminal Division, please.ā
The phone rang. Then a stern voice. āAuthority, Crimdiv.ā
āHello, Iād like to speak to Inspector Cane.ā
āJust a moment. Iāll put you over to records.ā
More canned Muzak. Of all the things we could have left behind in the old world, why notā¦
āInspector Cane, whoās speaking.ā
āHello, Inspector Cane. Itās Wildclown. I know we didnāt exactly hit it off at our last meeting; but I remember you saying I should call with information. And Iād like to report an attempted murder.ā
āIāll come to your office.ā
āDonāt we usually do this kind of thing at headquarters? Besides itās kind of late.ā
āI work late, Wildclown.ā
āWhat time is it now?ā I knew it was ten-thirty, the clock on the desk said as much. But I couldnāt resist asking. He seemed like the type who would hate that kind of thing.
āJust after ten-thirty.ā His voice was a petulant hiss. āIāll be there at eleven.ā
āFine,ā I said, hung up, and then looked across the desk at Elmo. āItās the best we can do, Fatso.ā
He nodded sadly.
The setting was everything I could have wanted it to be. My little lamp cut a yellow circle out of my desk blotter. The ashtray was the perfect distance from my hand. A cigarette smoked in my fist and my .38 snub-nose nestled snugly in my right boot where it crossed my left calf. Elmo was in the waiting room having a coffee and keeping an eye out for Inspector Cane. Elmo also had a gun, and he wasnāt supposed to. Everything was perfect.
I heard a rap at the outer door, then heard Elmo shuffle his way toward it. I listened as Inspector Cane grunted something nasty. He crossed the waiting room then entered my office. I smiled. I believe his face was incapable of such sentiment. He walked up to the desk, grinning as he chewed his brass toothpick.
āLetās hear it, Wildclown. I donāt have all night.ā I could see a double reflection of my lamp, ashtray and hand in his glasses.
āWant to sit? It might take a while.ā
āNo.ā His eyes were fixed on the back wall of the inside of my skull.
āOkay.ā I gestured with the whiskey I had close at hand. He didnāt surprise me when he turned it down. That was fine, I didnāt want to drink with him anyway. I poured myself a large one. Client confidentiality got complicated here. If I kept quiet, then Adrian could have me killed and Billings disappear which would be bad or Billings could have Adrian killed which would make me an accessory that was better, but still bad. I didnāt have a choice. Talking gave me a better chance of survival.
āOn Saturday, March 2 a lawyer, Conrad Billings came to my office. He had been murdered. It happened at the Morocco Hotel. You may remember that.ā Cane nodded. āHe requested that I find his murderer. I went to the scene. During my investigation some arsonists torched the hotel taking all of my evidence with it. Except for thisā¦ā I set the cigar butt on the desk blotter. Cane picked it up and sniffed it. āDonāt worry, that comes in later. To be honest, there was not a lot of evidence in the first place. I think Adrian paid to have the place torched. I was lucky enough to be there when it happened. I believe Authority investigated both the murder and the fire.ā Again Cane nodded, then set the cigar down on the desk.
āMr. Billingsā massage therapist disappeared the night he was murdered. Itās my theory that she was working with whoever wanted Billings dead. An accessory, to be certain. I acted on a lead from the night clerk: A Mr. Douglas WillieboyāI have his address written hereā¦ā I tossed him a card. āOn that tip, I arranged to meet a man who had been in communication with Jan Van Reydner on the night of the murder, and her disappearance.
āThe man I talked to was Mr. Richard Adrian, president of Simpsonās Skin Tanning and Preservation for the Deceased. During the weeks prior to Conrad Billingsā death, he communicated with Van Reydner at the Morocco under the pseudonym āSimon.ā That cigar butt is the same brand that Adrian smokes and I found that butt in an ashtray at the Morocco. When I met with him, Adrian admitted his involvement and knowledge of Ms. Van Reydner, though not of her whereabouts. My theory is that he and Van Reydner had been playing a nasty game. Seems Van Reydner would work the old sex magic on the boys for a while, gaining their trust. Then, on a signal from Adrian she would make sure they had a nice gin party to make everybody real sleepy. In the middle of the night Adrian would sneak in and off the poor mark in his sleep. It makes sense that Adrian would do it himself. He looks tough enough, and itās always better to use people you trust.ā I paused a moment, looked into my glass. āThis time something went wrong. Billings woke up. He said he heard a baby. Whatever he heard, it got him out of bed just in time to hear Adrian come in. He was murdered in the living roomāshot in the back of the head, which is the first indication that something went wrong. Iām pretty sure the marks would normally be poisoned, or killed in some fashion that could be passed off as natural causes to avoid the inclusion of Authority. I have a feeling something went wrong again, because Billings was allowed to come out of Blacktime on his own. Iām certain that if things had gone right, Van Reydnerās big breasts would have been resting on him when he came to. She would have steered him toward Simpsonās Skin Tanning and Preservation for the Deceased before he had time to get his bearings. This time though, Billings was allowed to get to Authority and the outside world before Simpsonās got him.
āAnyway, back to Adrianās office, he told me that he was involved and promptly thereafter, I was ambushed and taken to the Landfill where Mr. Adrian had asked his men to, and I quote āLeave him, piece by piece in the Landfill.ā Now, Iām completely aware of the power a man like Mr. Adrian wields, and the negative result charges against him would get me; but I had to tell someone. Authority was my first choice.
āIf because of lack of evidence you canāt prosecute Adrian for the murder at the Morocco, I am willing to charge him with my attempted murder. I can take you to the scene anytime youāre willing. Itās an Authority Internment Facility. I suggest the sooner, the better for both. The evidence will be fresh, and the bodies might not have crawled too far off. There were three: two living, killed by their accomplice, and the accomplice, a dead man I was forced to shoot it out with.ā
āAnd Van Reydner?ā Caneās face was inscrutable.
āGone, for the moment.ā I lit another cigarette. āI have the feeling she is gone for good. The fact that Adrian didnāt know where she was tells me she might have double-crossed him. He had no reason to lie. He thought I was a dead manālandfill.ā
āLeave it with me, Wildclown.ā Cane walked to the window, peered out through the blinds. āItās not what Iād call an iron-clad case. Christ, all you have is a cigar butt for physical evidence. Iād think long and hard before you charge Mr. Adrian with anything. Heās connected. Everything else youāve told me is circumstantial and hearsay. And Iāll bet that whatever happened at the Internment Facility will be nicely cleaned up when we arrive. Keep everything between you and me. What was the location of the internment center?ā He took out a notebook. I told him where: he wrote it down. He grinned around his toothpick. āIf this is the best you can do, get out of the business, Wildclown.ā
I ignored his sally, then climbed to my feet. āIāve got to tell my client. Heāll want to know.ā I was still a little leery. I had no reason to trust Cane. Who paid for his vacations? Also, with Conrad Billings aware, he might be able to use his talents as a lawyer to put the right amount of pressure on the right people. Hell, he might know a judge or two. I definitely needed more power working for me.
Cane stared at me for a moment. āJust a matter of money, eh?ā His sneer was unmistakable.
āI told you Iād press charges.ā I stared back, then shrugged. āIāve got to eat. Besides, heās the only reason I know about any of this in the first place. Believe me, the last thing I want to do is anger a man with power. I mind my own business.ā
āOkay, tell your client. But leave Adrian and Van Reydner to me. If Iām going to make these charges stick, I donāt need you poking your silly face into things.ā
āOf course,ā I said, smiling.
Cane started for the door, then stopped. āOh, Wildclown. This doesnāt have anything to do with that stupid baby case. I guess you were just clusterfucking us around before.ā
āItās related,ā I said, mainly for a reaction. What should he care?
Caneās face was grim. āHell of a thing to joke about.ā
āBy the way,ā I rose from my chair. My head throbbed ever so slightly. āWhoās Inspector Borden?ā
Caneās face turned uglier for a second then went blank. āWhy?ā
āMy client said Borden gave him my name.ā
āDid he say any more? Just Borden?ā I couldnāt read the look that played about his toad features.
āJust Borden,ā I said absently, intent upon Cane.
āThen your client has hearing problems. I never heard of a Borden. And Iāve been in Authority for forty years.ā
He adjusted his hat, licked his lips and left.
I walked to the blinds and peered out. Caneās hunched form climbed into an armored Authority transport that waited. āMoreās the pity,ā I whispered.
I walked out to the waiting room and met Elmo coming in. āElmo, Iāve got to make another call; but I think youād better pack. It might be wise for us to take a trip for a few daysāto keep out of Adrianās way. He may still want to settle with me, and I donāt trust Cane.ā
Elmo nodded like a good partner. He didnāt know what I was talking about but he nodded anyway. I had to get out of town before I gave Tommy his body back. I stretched. Damn it. If only I had Van Reydner.
Billings took it all pretty well. I mean the fact that he was going to have to eat his vengeanceāfor the moment. He assured me he would do his level best to see that Adrian came to trial for his, as Billings put it, āCrimes against Humanity!ā I had to wish him luck. He would need it. Cane had contacted me once more before Elmo and I left for a vacation. He told me Adrian was missing. I told Cane that Adrian might have been a
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