After he stormed out I said, “Can I go now?”
“Not yet, Carl,” said McDeiss.
So I stepped over to the bar and sat on one of the remaining stools and watched the proceedings. Justice Straczynski with his arm around his wife, Alura Straczynski, still holding on to her precious notebooks, Colfax being jerked to standing, being led out, and Kimberly Blue, smiling hesitantly at me as she came my way.
“I guess I’m really in a poodle now,” she said. “Are they going to arrest me for letting him escape?”
“Only after they pin a medal on you for capturing, single-handedly, a vicious double murderer.”
“Did I do that?”
“Oh yes, yes you did.”
“Did I do the right thing, V?”
“Kimberly, you did your thing, and from where I’m standing, your thing is pretty damn terrific. When did you figure it out?”
“Just here, today. Ever since we talked that time, remember, I’ve been thinking about why he would hire me. And then when I read her journals and realized she was pregnant, and then when your friend Mr. Skink told me Mr. D was really Tommy, it all came clear.”
“How did it feel to realize he was your father?”
“He’s not my father. My father took care of me all his life, my father tucked me in at night and worked in his crummy little store to make sure I had a house and fabulous clothes. My father was the most brilliant man I ever knew. Mr. D was just a distant relative, but still, blood is blood.”
“What about her?” I said, gesturing to Alura.
“I don’t know.”
“Don’t expect much.”
“I never do, V. But she’s my mother, isn’t she? That means something. There might be things I can learn from her.”
“God, I hope not. So now that you’ve quit your vice presidential position, what are you going to do with yourself? Merry Maids?”
She lifted her hands, showed off her nails, shrugged.
“Why don’t you think about becoming a lawyer? You would be a dynamite lawyer. What jury wouldn’t grant you your every wish? I could talk to someone at my old law school, give you a leg up on the application process.”
“Victor, that’s sweet of you and all, but really now. Take a look at me. Do you see me in a stuffy blue suit, black shoes, bowing and scraping to judges over every little piddling legal point? I don’t think so. Besides, from what I can tell about your finances, I wouldn’t earn enough to keep me in the lifestyle to which I intend to become accustomed. Actually, I sort of like the vice presidential thing.”
“Really?”
“I was thinking maybe business school or something? Maybe Wharton? Do you know anyone at Wharton?”
“No, but I bet he does,” I said, pointing to the justice.
“Do you think he’d help me get in? Do you?”
“For sure,” I said, though her brilliant smile told me she knew it already.
When McDeiss finally released us, with stern warnings about leaving the city or talking to reporters, I raced down those bare metal stairs, through the engine room, out the gangway, and onto the pier. It was crowded now with police and press and an ambulance, which scared the hell out of me. Bright lights, yellow tape, flashing reds and yellows. The perverse cheerfulness of a crime scene late at night. I ignored the shouts from the reporters, which was painful, believe me – free publicity being so… – and instead walked around like a fool, calling out for Beth. That’s what I was doing when I spotted Skink chatting up a nice-looking police officer.
“Victor, come over here, you oughts to meet someone. This is Madeline. She’s just out of the academy, full of vim and vinegar.”
“Where’s Beth?” I said.
“At the end of the dock,” he said. “I’ll take you in a moment.” He leaned back toward the officer. “Sos like I was saying, the thing about detecting is observation. You always gots to be looking out for the telling detail. You never know what it is that will-”
“Can we go now?”
“Wait a minute.”
“Phil.”
“All right. Here, sweetie, my card. Give me a call and we’ll have that coffee.”
“Sure thing, Phil.”
As we walked off to the end of the pier, Skink was rubbing his hands. “She’s got a sweet smile, she does.”
“You’re impossible,” I said.
“Just trying to be of assistance to the local constabulary, I am. You clear everything up in there?”
“It was Colfax.”
“Never did like him.”
“How’d it go out here?”
“Like pie. As soon as I ran into Kimberly and had a little heart to heart with her it wasn’t nothing finding our girl. She wasn’t even guarded, just tied up with rope and duct tape, and put belowdecks.”
“She was okay?”
“She’s tougher than both of us. How did our Kimberly do up there?”
“Amazing.”
“It was she who insisted on going up, delaying everything to give me time to find Beth and make the call. Quite a girl, that. See I told you, I had a feeling about her from the start.”
“Yes, you did.”
He led me around the long warehouse on the pier to the rear of the great rusting boat sitting in the harbor. At the end of the pier stood a shadow, staring out into the water. Beth.
“You did well, Phil.”
“I know it. Go on, now. She’s been asking for you.”
I gave him a glance and then walked slowly toward her. She didn’t turn around to look at me when she said, “It was here, the boat he put me on. It was right here.”
“I guess Eddie Dean sailed it away.”
“You let him go.”
“Kimberly let him go. But it was Colfax who took you on his own, without Dean knowing or approving. How are you?”
“Fine. Shaken but fine.”
She turned and gave me a hug, a strong hug, stronger I think than she had ever given me before.
“I knew you’d come for me,” she said.
“It wasn’t me. It was Phil.”
“I know.”
“And Kimberly told him enough so he could guess where you were.”
“I know, but it was you who came for me. When Colfax pointed that gun in my face and took me away I realized I wasn’t as scared as I should have been. And it was because I knew you’d come for me.”
“That’s what partners do.”
“I’m so glad you’re my partner. We’ll make it work, Victor.”
“Okay.”
“I don’t care about the money. We’ll sell cookies door to door if we have to.”
“Okay, but we won’t have to. Selling cookies, I mean. I took the last bit of money still left in Tommy Greeley’s suitcase. Thirty thousand dollars.”
“What are you going to do with it?”
“I thought you and I would pay a visit to Joey’s mom and give it to her. She won’t see a penny from the man who killed him, he’ll be judgment proof. But I’d still like to give her something.”
“Okay.”
“Excluding our one-third contingency, of course.”
Beth laughed. “Of course.”
“Should last a few months. And then something will come in, I know it. Before we go to Mrs. Parma’s, make sure you haven’t eaten for a few days. Her veal is amazing.”
“I won’t. So when?”
“Soon, but not tomorrow.”
“What’s tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow?” I said. “First I’m getting Rashard Porter out of jail. Then I’m saying good-bye to my dad.”
Chapter 75
I WAS LATE for the hospital, but I had one quick errand to run.
The bell tinkled with silvery merriment when I opened the door. The shop was small, bare, dusty. Its entrance was in an alleyway, you had to go down four steps to reach the door, the sign was too small to read from the street. You didn’t just happen to wander into Bullfinch’s Stamps and Coins, you came looking for something specific, and so I had.
Inside, the few shelves were stocked with old reference books, the counter was unmanned, with only a banker’s lamp on its surface. A table to the side of the bookshelves had a pile of scrap paper and a ballpoint attached to a chain. I walked over to the table, examined the pen. A good thing the chain was there, wouldn’t want anyone to walk off with the Bic.