‘I could fire you right now and bring in James’ man.’
‘Be my guest. I can see the story on the news. Senator is person of interest in a murder with a sexy woman he might have been having an affair with — and his campaign consultant quits. Kind of a double whammy, Robert.’
‘Ah, shit.’ And he waved the subject off. And set his head back and closed his eyes.
‘You all right, Robert?’ I said after a time.
‘Just ducky.’
‘I wish you’d think over what I said.’
‘About what?’
‘About telling Ben and Hammell everything.’
‘I already have.’
I set my beer on the coffee table and stood up. ‘I’m going now.’
Still with his head back, eyes closed. ‘What’re you going to do?’
‘Get some hookers up to my room and have a party.’
‘Fuck yourself.’
‘I’m working on something but I’m afraid to tell you because you’ll have to give a live statement sometime and I don’t want you blurting it out.’
Head up, eyes opened. ‘You have a lot of faith in me.’
‘Actually, I do, Robert. But I’d blurt it out, too, because this could turn the story in a whole new direction.’
‘What the hell are you talking about, Dev?’
‘Howie Ruskin’s been in town for a while.’
There was a pause, then he said, ‘Ruskin’s behind this, he must be. Wait... Ruskin and Tracy worked together?’
‘Maybe.’
‘Ruskin killed her!’
He was up on his feet like a man who’d just been saved at a religious event. He was even waving his hands in the air. He had seen the truth and the truth went by the name of Howie Ruskin. ‘How the hell can you just stand there so calmly, Dev? This is the whole nine yards. That prick set me up with Tracy and then killed her to make it look as if I’d done it.’ I sensed the kind of relief that comes to those whom the Lord has singled out for salvation; the salvation only a grifter peddling solace from the ugliness of an unforgiving world can inspire. In my fantasy revolution I hang all TV ministers and ministerettes. Right after the deserving Wall Streeters.
‘Proof, Robert. Proof. We don’t have any as yet. But he’s staying at the same hotel that I am and I’ve paid a bellman there to let me know the moment he sees him. The man’s name is Earl and he’s got my cell number.’
‘You’re awfully goddamned calm about this, Dev.’
‘Maybe we should get James back down here and let him handle it.’
He made a face at me but then his entire body settled. The high had left him. ‘Yeah, you’re right. We don’t have jack yet, do we?’
‘No.’
‘But I’d bet anything he’s involved.’
‘So would I.’
A half-smile. ‘Well, my well-paid consultant finally agrees with me on something.’
‘Ass-kissers charge even more.’
His long hands went to his face. He reminded me of Elise doing the same thing. ‘God, I just can’t believe this has happened to me. It’s so insane.’ The hands came down. He stared out the window. ‘I can hear them down there. They’ll all be filing story after story, even though there’s nothing new to report.’
‘Some of them have probably been in town interviewing people.’
‘Oh, sure. “I always figured that Logan for an ax-murderer. You know how those socialists are.”’
I was walking to the vestibule where Mrs Weiderman had hung my coat. ‘I’m going to look up Earl when I get back to my hotel. If I get any news I’ll call you right away.’
‘I’m sorry for dumping on you.’
‘I’d be just as upset as you are, Robert. You got set up and I’m pretty sure we’re both right about who’s involved.’
The temperature had to be in the low forties when I walked outside. Maybe the high thirties. But the weather hadn’t deterred the press. As I neared the checkpoint more than a dozen people with cameras and microphones ran toward the guards with the shotguns. A car leaving the Logan home? Maybe there was a story in it.
The guards watched me approach and had opened the gate by the time I reached them so I could drive straight through. The reporters screamed at me as if I were a rock star.
Nine
Halfway back to town — I knew it was halfway because I remembered an ancient abandoned school being roughly midway — my cell phone rang. I pulled over.
‘It’s me, Earl.’
‘You got something?’
‘Yeah. Strange. I had to help set up for this big event tonight because there’s flu going around and we’re short on people. So while I was doing that, this Ruskin guy calls in and says he’s sending his assistant over to pay his bill and pick up his stuff. The kid at the desk told me she came in about five minutes after Ruskin called. She was real nervous and seemed scared, he said. Said she was kind of dumpy and looked sorta like a hippie. One of the other bellmen took her up to the room, she packed everything up and then left. The desk kid had his hour dinner break and the girl running the desk didn’t know anything about it. She told me that she hadn’t seen Ruskin so I assumed there was no problem. I got busy so I didn’t get a chance to ask this kid until a few minutes ago.’
‘What time does the kid get off?’
‘Eleven.’
It was eight thirty-six.
‘And there’s somebody else here looking for Ruskin, too. And he’s also looking for you.’
‘Did you talk to him?’
‘No, but the kid did. He said that right now the guy is in the hotel bar.’
‘I should be there in fifteen minutes.’
‘Sorry I wasn’t more on top of things.’
‘You did fine, Earl. I appreciate it.’
The sensible — or maybe the word should be lazy — reporters were hanging out in the hotel lobby. They stood around with drinks in their hands laughing and greeting new arrivals with shouts and verbal jabs. This had to be the second string. The ones freezing their asses off out at Robert’s place were the ones who mattered. These knew they weren’t important and were taking advantage of that fact.
A few of them eyed me with whiskey scorn. I was, after all, not one of Them. The first thing I did was check for messages. There were none. The ‘kid’ as Earl called him — his name was Kevin, according to his name tag — said, ‘This is like Chicago tonight.’ He was stoned on the excitement. ‘Late in the afternoon four reporters I see on the evening news all the time checked in, all in less than an hour. I was going to ask for an autograph but I thought maybe I’d get in trouble.’ I guessed Earl was right to call him the kid.
‘Somebody told me that Mr Ruskin checked out and a woman picked up all his stuff for him.’
He allowed himself a moment of surprise and then said, ‘Gosh, word sure does get around. But that’s right. A woman did pick up his things.’
‘Can you describe her?’
‘Describe her?’
‘Yes. Describe her.’
‘Oh.’ Suspicion played across his bland face. ‘Is something going on in the hotel I should know about, Mr Conrad?’
‘I don’t think so.’
‘Pretty dumpy. Hippie-like. She looks real young until you see her close up.’
‘So you took her up to his room?’
‘Uh-huh.’
‘Did you go in with her?’
‘Uh-huh. She had me put all his stuff in garment bags and put them on the cart.’
‘She say anything while you were helping her?’
‘She just told me what to do and then she just sort of ignored me.’
Behind us the reporters started applauding for somebody or something.
‘They like to have fun, don’t they? I recognized one of them from Channel Eight from downstate. That’s where I grew up.’