I shook my head.
‘I don’t see it that way. Joan’s death was accidental. So was Farmer’s. Following your argument, why wasn’t Fay’s? Why was it so important to get rid of her body so no one would ever find it? You don’t go to the trouble of giving a body a cement overcoat unless it’s urgently necessary for the body not to be found. Why shouldn’t her body be found?’
Scaife stared at me. He hadn’t thought of this angle.
‘Yeah, that’s right,’ he said. ‘They could have knocked her off accidentally just as easily.’
The buzzer on his desk sounded and he got up.
‘That’s the old man. Come on, I know he wants to see you.’
Creed was sitting at his desk, chewing on a cigar. He didn’t look as happy as he had the previous night after he had told the pressmen what a smart guy he was. He was scowling, and he stared at me as if he wasn’t sure if he liked me or not.
‘You’ve certainly started something, Sladen, with your ideas. I’m hanged if I know if I can finish it.’ He waved Scaife out of the room. ‘Okay, we’ve found the body; we’ve killed the killer, but where does that get us? Even the press can see Flemming was hired to kill her, and in a day or so, they’ll begin to put some pressure on me. I’ve got no lead now.’
‘I might turn one up in Tampa City. I’m off right now.’
‘In a way I hope you don’t. It won’t get us anywhere,’ Creed said. ‘I’ve already told you: we have no jurisdiction in Tampa City. We can’t send our men in there. Doonan isn’t co-operative. Ever since he’s been there, Tampa City has been used as a sanctuary for criminals. You wouldn’t believe a town of two hundred and fifty thousand people could be so law-abiding. Fifty percent of their convictions are motoring offences. The rest of them are for pilfering, shoplifting, stuff like that. There hasn’t been one major robbery or murder there for four years; just small time stuff among the lower working class: the folk who can’t afford to buy protection. Even if you get a lead, you’ll have to be careful how you use it.’
‘It can’t be as bad as that,’ I said. ‘If I get direct proof that the guy who hired Flemming is in Tampa City, surely we can put pressure on Doonan to pass him over to you?’
Creed lifted his shoulders.
‘It’ll depend on who the guy is and how much protection he can pay. But it’s my bet you’ll never get the evidence. You’ll be thrown out of town long before that.’ He took his cigar from between his teeth and tapped ash into the ash-tray. ‘I’m not kidding, Sladen. I’ll tell you something: six months ago, a private eye resident here worked on a divorce case. The wife he was watching went to Tampa City. He followed her and kept after her. She had a lot of dough. It’s my guess she went to Doonan and complained. I wish you could see what they did to that guy. His wife has to shove him around now in a wheel-chair. He doesn’t know who beat him up. He doesn’t care, anyway. He’s slap happy. After a little trouble — he doesn’t talk so well now — I managed to get from him that three men cornered him an alley. He couldn’t see what they looked like. He didn’t have much time before they slugged him unconscious. I spoke to Doonan about it. He said he would get after the three guys. He even promised to have them for me in a week. I still haven’t got them, and I never will.’
I stared at him, feeling a sudden chill run up my spine.
‘They wouldn’t treat me like that, would they?’
Creed smiled grimly.
‘If I sent Scaife to snoop in their territory, they would do it to him: why not to you?’
‘I represent Crime Facts,’ I said, but with no confidence.
Creed laughed.
‘Tell that to Doonan. It might amuse him.’
‘Maybe I’d better keep away from Tampa City.’
‘Please yourself. I wouldn’t ask you to go there, but if you want to get a story as badly as you seem to, that’s where you may find one. It’s up to you.’
I laughed uneasily.
‘You sound like my editor, only he would order me to go there. Okay, I’m a sucker: I’ll go, but I’ll take care to be cautious.’
‘Have you that gun I lent you?’ Creed asked, holding out his hand. ‘I want it. You need a permit from Doonan to carry a gun in his territory, and if they catch you with one without his permit you’ll spend six months in one of the toughest jails in the country.’
I reluctantly handed over the .45.
‘I was hoping to hang on to that,’ I said. ‘No one would put me in a wheel-chair if I had that gun to show them.’
‘You’re safer without it. You can’t pull a gun on a cop. You should know that.’ He picked up an envelope lying on his desk and tossed it over to me. ‘That’s a note to Don Bradley, Tampa City ex-police captain. He and I used to be old friends. I haven’t seen him for a long time: too long. He’s a good guy. He might be able to steer you right. Anyway, he’ll bring you up-to-date on who to see and who to avoid. Go talk to him as soon as you hit town. He’ll tell you where to stay, and he’ll give you the geography of the place.’
‘Thanks,’ I said, put the envelope in my pocket and stubbed out my cigarette. ‘I’ll also go along and see Lennox Hartley and find out what he knows about Fay Benson. Any other letters come in about the girl?’
‘Sure, we’ve had a couple of dozen new ones. They don’t mean much. The writers only think they recognize her. None of them is as sure as Hartley seems to be. None of them come from Tampa City anyway. We’re working on them, and if we turn up anything, I’ll let you know. As soon as you’re settled in, call me, and give me your address.’ He stared thoughtfully at me. ‘I hope you stay long enough in town to get an address.’
‘So do I,’ I said, feeling he wasn’t encouraging. ‘Well, I’ll get off.’
He shook hands.
‘So long, Sladen, and good luck.’
He said it as if he thought I needed a lot of luck.
‘Thanks,’ I said and left him.
Scaife was still in his office as I passed and I put my head around the door.
‘I’m off to Tampa City. Be seeing you,’ I said.
He looked long and seriously at me.
‘You know I think your pal Low’s got a lot more sense than you have,’ he said, pushing back his chair. ‘Maybe you are the brains of the combination, but he’s got the sense. Me... I wouldn’t go to Tampa City if my wife was dying there — if I had a wife, which I haven’t.’
‘I’ve not only got the brains,’ I said with dignity, ‘but I have also the courage.’
As I walked down the passage to the exit, I heard his mournful hoot of laughter. It wasn’t an inspiring sound.
Chapter VII
I
Around four o’clock in the afternoon, I hit the approach road to Tampa City: a four track highway that ran as straight as a foot rule alongside golden sands and the sun swept ocean.
At this hour, the road was fairly clear of traffic, and I coasted along at a steady sixty miles an hour until I saw ahead of me a forty foot hoarding whose blood red letters on a glittering white background made me snatch my foot off the gas pedal.
A mile further on I spotted two speed cops, sitting astride their motor-cycles by the side of the road, their gauntlet covered hands resting on their handlebars as if they were itching to go into action: two beefy, red-faced men with eyes like sun baked pebbles. They both stared hard at me as I passed them at a sedate thirty-five miles an hour.
Another mile further on, the road dipped sharply and began to run downhill, and I had my first sight of Tampa City.