“Snake got away wearing leg irons, stole a cop car. They found the car later, abandoned. Month after that some guy was discovered in a stolen car alongside the road. He was burned to a cracker, but his cousin, Fat Boy, identified the body as that of Tommy Ray. Supposed to have been a suicide. Coated himself in gasoline, sat in the car, and put a match to himself.”
“What about dental records?” I said.
“What about them?” Price said. “Had a positive I.D. on him from the only relative ever had anything to do with Tommy Ray. Cousin ought to know him. Right? It was near Busby, Fat Boy’s territory. No one questioned him. They took him at his word.”
“Sounds to me,” Virgil said, “you know Fat Boy’s methods pretty well for someone yesterday didn’t know nothing.”
“Fat Boy could do what he wanted long as he didn’t track shit in my house,” Price said. “He’s got it on my rug now.”
“Who was the body they used for Snake?” I asked.
“Someone who hasn’t wrote home lately,” Price said. “Or they dug a fresh corpse out of the cemetery and burned it. No telling. That’s not our problem. That doctor you told me about. The plastic surgeon. We’re going to his place. A little late call.”
“All of us?” I asked.
“You said have a plan, so I got a plan,” Price said. “You gonna play or not?”
“We’ll play,” I said.
“You didn’t bring the dog, did you?”
“It’s his night off,” Virgil said.
“Good,” Price said. “I hate fucking dogs.”
· · ·
Price drove us there in his Plymouth. We arrived after midnight. We parked at the curb and went up the walk with Price in the lead. Price rang the doorbell. It took a while for the porch light to come on. There was a voice contraption in the door and a voice talked to us through that.
“Who is it?”
Price took out his identification and held it up so it could be seen through the spy glass in the door.
“Doctor Benjamin Parker?” Price asked.
“Yes,” said the voice.
“Open up,” Price said. “Police.”
While we waited under the glow of the porch light, I took a good look at Price’s suit to pass the time. It fit beautifully. It was dark blue. The shirt was grey. The tie was dark blue with thin gray lines. It had a ks. It hanot tied in it about the size of a plum. He wore expensive gray socks. The shoes had a bluish cast to them. A moth, perhaps attracted to the mousse on his hair, circled his head a few times then dove for the porch light and fluttered.
Doc opened the door. He was dressed in a black silk robe and black house shoes so stylish he could have worn a tie with them and gone to church.
Price pushed past Doc and went inside. We followed. Doc closed the door, said, “What’s this about? Have I done something?”
A young woman with sleepy eyes, wearing a shorty, white, silk robe well filled by her breasts, stepped out of an open doorway. She also wore pink bunny slippers, with ears. She looked as timid as a deer. She called the Doc’s name. He said, “Go back to bed, sugar. It’s business.”
“Emergency nose job,” Price said.
“Oh,” said the young woman, and went away.
“Time to change her diaper?” Price said.
“What?” Doc said.
“How old’s she?” Price asked.
“Nineteen,” Doc said. “She looks young for her age.”
“Yeah, like maybe she just got off the baby formula,” Price said. “’Course, those tits are plenty mature.”
“Look, Chief,” Doc said. “That’s right, isn’t it? Chief? The girl’s nineteen. Check it out. Someone’s given you a bum steer, if they’re telling you she’s underage.”
“That isn’t it,” Price said. “Let’s go somewhere and sit down.”
Doc looked at me and Virgil, trying to determine our part in all this. We didn’t offer to fill him in. He said, “This way.”
The room he took us into was the room Bill had described. The one with the long table and the big windows. There was a huge piece of plywood covering one of the windows. Price noticed that, looked at me and Virgil. I presumed Virgil had told Price everything he had gotten from me, about how Bill had escaped and all, and Price was puzzling it together.
Price nodded at the plyboard, said, “Redecorating?”
“Golf ball.” Doc said. “I was putting a few along the room here, and one got out of hand. Bounced and went through.”
“Big golf ball,” Virgil said.
“Are you officers, too?” Doc asked me and Virgil.
“They’re not,” Price said. “They don’t have to be. They’re with me. Sit down over there and shut up, would you, Doc?”
“I don’t have to do any of this,” Doc said. “I got a lawyer.”
“Who doesn’t,” Virgil said.
“Just sit down before I rough you up,” Price said.
“I could have your job for that,” Dor that, oc said. “I got connections all over.”
Price slid across the room as if he were on a camera dolly. His fist shot into Doc’s stomach and Doc went to his knees. Price reached down and slapped Doc on the ear.
“Take a seat,” Price said. “We’ll discuss your connections later.”
Doc got up and sat on the couch, held a hand to his injured ear. Price said, “Little thing like your wife getting murdered hasn’t stopped your sex life, has it?”
“I haven’t made any secret of the fact I was cheating on my wife,” Doc said. “She wasn’t true to me either. We had a strained relationship.”
“Strain is off now, though, isn’t it?” Price said.
Doc’s answer arrived by banana boat. “I suppose you could look at it that way.”
“Can we look at it another way?” Price said. He pulled a chair from beneath the table and sat on it backwards, his arms resting on the backrest. “Can we look at the part about you having her killed? And please, don’t say, ‘what are you talking about?’ ”
“I have to say that,” Doc said. “I don’t know anything else to say.”
Price slipped out of the chair and took two fast steps to the couch, grabbed Doc by the front of the robe and jerked him up and kneed him in the nuts and sat him down on the couch. He slapped the Doc on the other ear. Doc grabbed his head with one hand and stuck the other between his legs. He fell sideways on the couch and made a noise.
“Don’t do that,” I said to Price, but I’m afraid I didn’t sound as if I really meant it. Price ignored me. This was his play: a deep well thought out plan. Beat the shit out of Doc.
Price got hold of Doc and pulled him to a sitting position on the couch. “Want to go for a broken nose?” Price said. “And don’t say ‘you can’t get away with this.’ I can get away with it. Want to test me?”
“No,” Doc said.
“Good,” Price said. “Here’s the exclusive. I got a guy working for me you probably know as Fat Boy. Aha, saw your eyes light up on that one. Fat Boy he’s got a guy working for him he calls Snake. They worked for you one night. Night this man’s nephew showed up with some other fools to put a scare in you. You weren’t here. Fat Boy was.
“You hired him to kill your wife, and he did, and he pinned the murder on the nephew. I don’t know your wife. Just her picture in the paper. Maybe you had a good reason to get rid of her. Maybe she had pussy stank like a dead fish. Maybe she was a dyke or had a dick on her. I don’t know. I don’t care. It’s not her murder I’m worried about. It’s Fat Boy’s dealings concerns me. Him working for me, and him doing what he did for you. This comes out, it makes me look bad. See how frank I am, Doc? I want you to be frank with me, now. I want you to admit you hired Fat Boy to do your wife in. I want some particulars.”
“I haven’t got a clue,” Doc started, and Price slapped him again, this time on the jaw.
“Talk to me,” Price said. height="0em"›
I went out into the hallway and closed the door.