“Ah ha!” I said.
“Ah ha indeed, my good man,” Hawk said. “The game’s afoot.”
“Amir,” I said.
“Yowzah,” Hawk said. “Rents a car this afternoon, comes out here ‘bout three o’clock. I see him pull in and I take a chance and get into the lobby ’fore he do. There a phone booth right by the desk. I’m in it with my back turned and the phone at my ear when he gets to the desk. He’s got a reservation. He’s in room four seventeen.”
“Good to know,” I said.
“Well, I got nothing much else to do so I hang around, sit in the bar, read a paper, drink some Perrier with a nice wedge of lime, have a club sandwich, drink some more Perrier and about five minutes ago in come a group of people and one of them is our man with the horn-rimmed glasses. They got reservations. Their rooms are four fifteen and four nineteen.”
“Either side,” I said.
“Un huh.”
“There were four bodyguards, right?”
“Including the limo driver,” Hawk said.
“Plus Quant.”
“Two bodyguards in four fifteen,” I said. “Two bodyguards in four nineteen. Where’s Quant go?”
“Four seventeen,” Hawk said. “Want to take a look?”
“Sure,” I said. “Why don’t I register and we can look at the room setup.”
“Call from the car,” Hawk said, “make sure they have a room.”
I did. They did.
“Okay,” I said. “Stay here. I’ll call you.”
I left the motor running, took a gym bag from the trunk of my car, and walked toward the lobby. The gym bag looked right, but all it contained were burglar tools. I checked into the lobby. They gave me room 205. I went up and let myself in and put the gym bag on the bed and called Hawk.
“Room two-oh-five,” I said.
“Fine. Is the desk clerk a man or a woman?”
“Woman.”
“Good. I’ll come in tell her I’m Amir and I’ve lost my key.”
“They often want to see ID,” I said.
“She’d be scared to ask me,” Hawk said. “Scared I say she racist for asking.”
“And if she remembers Amir at all it’ll be that he’s black and so are you, so you must be him.”
“Un huh.”
“See you soon,” I said.
And I did. In about ten minutes he knocked on the door and I let him in. He smiled at me and held up the plastic key card.
“She thought I look like Michael Jordan,” Hawk said.
“You know how to play that old race card,” I said. “Don’t you.”
“I do,” Hawk said.
The room was standard B-class hotel. Tile bath and shower in the short hall as you came in the door, king-sized bed, small table and two chairs by the window, built-in bureau with a large television set on top of it. The door unlocked electronically with the plastic card and could be chain bolted from the inside. I looked at the chain bolt. The chain was attached to the door frame by two small brass screws. I took a small pry bar from the gym bag.
“Bolt the door,” I said.
I took the room key and went out and shut the door. I heard Hawk set the chain bolt. I opened the door with the plastic card, slid the pry bar in through the opening, and popped the chain loose without much effort. I went back into the room and closed the door.
“Shouldn’t be hard getting in there,” I said.
“Once we in what we going to do?”
“I guess we’ll ask them what they’re doing here,” I said. “And then we’ll see what happens.”
“What you want to happen?”
“I want everyone to get so percolated that they start saying things they will later regret and we might finally know something concrete.”
“And what we going to do they start hollering and the bodyguards come dashing in?”
“I thought you had that covered,” I said.
“‘Course I got it covered,” Hawk said. “I just meant you want me to shoot them or quell them with a stern look?”
“Stern look will probably cause less ruckus,” I said.
“I’ll work on it,” Hawk said, and we went out and took the elevator to the fourth floor.
CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
The room was half lit by the security lights that shone on the parking lot. We could have kicked the door in while singing Verdi’s “Othello” and neither Milo nor Amir would have heard us. They were in bed together, zonked. Hawk walked over to the bed and leveled his gun at them. When he was in place I closed the door, found the light switch, and turned on the lights. They slept on. Amir was on his side, his back to Milo who lay on his back, his mouth half open, snoring gently. Hawk put the big Magnum back under his coat. He picked up the telephone from the bedside table and disconnected the handset and tossed it onto one of the soft chairs by the window table. There were dirty dishes on the table, remnants of food, glasses, and an empty champagne bottle. There were also five small plastic pill bottles, the kind prescriptions come in. I picked one of them up. It had no label. I took off the top. It contained five large maroon capsules. I dumped them out on the table. I picked up another one. Blue capsules. All five were unlabeled. All five contained some sort of pills. I dumped all of them out on the table.
“Recognize any of these,” I said to Hawk.
He shook his head.
“Only do booze,” Hawk said. “But they don’t look like prescriptions.”
Milo opened his eyes. They didn’t focus. His mouth was still open and he was still making soft snoring noises. Hawk took his gun back out. Milo blinked a couple of times. He closed his mouth. He blinked a couple more times. Then he sat bolt upright and as he did so Hawk put the gun muzzle right up to Milo’s face.
“Don’t yell,” Hawk said.
Milo fumbled at the bedside phone. He couldn’t find the handset and couldn’t seem to register that it was gone.
“Phone won’t work,” Hawk said.
“There’s money in my wallet,” Milo said in a thick voice. “In my pants pocket. On the back of that chair.”
“Wake him up,” I said and nodded at Amir.
Milo turned and shook Amir awake. He came back from wherever he was even more slowly than Milo had, but after a while everyone was awake and looking at each other.
“Tell Milo who we are,” I said to Amir.
Both men had edged up into a sitting position, their backs resting against the headboard. Both were half covered by the bedclothes. Both their upper bodies were naked. Amir wore three thick gold chains. His chest was black and bony. There was a lot of short curly hair on it. Milo had no jewelry, nor hair on his chest. He was fat and pale with blotchy pink highlights.
“They’re,” Amir paused, “the white one is a detective.”
“Detective? Damn you, you have no right…”
Hawk tapped him gently on the forehead with the muzzle of his gun.
“Shh,” Hawk said.
“Tell him what detective I am,” I said.
“What detective? I don’t know what…”
“I’m the detective you sent your people to threaten,” I said.
“Threaten?”
I knew that Milo’s brain was fuddled by whatever controlled substance he’d been ingesting with Amir. But even so he looked genuinely puzzled.
“Didn’t he do that, Amir?” I said.
“I… how would I know?”
“Well, you and Milo seem sort of friendly,” I said. “I just thought you might. So, tell him what we’re doing here.”
“Doing here? God, how would I know?”
“You know,” I said. “Explain to Milo what we’re after.”