Arthur Hailey - Detective

DETECTIVE

by

Arthur Hailey

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Novels by Arthur Hailey
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DETECTIVE
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DETECTIVE
A NOVEL
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To the Memory of
Stephen L (Steve) Vinson
Sometime Detective-Sergeant (Homicide)
Miami Police Department
Adviser and Good Friend
Who died, at age fifty-two, shortly
before completion of this book
Life resembles
the banquet of
Damocles; the
sword is ever
suspended.

VOLTAIRE

PART
ONE

At 10:35 P.M. on
January 27, Malcolm
Ainslie was halfway
to the outer door of
Homicide when a
phone rang behind
him. Instinctively
he paused to look
back. Later, he
wished he hadn't.

Detective Jorge
Rodriguez moved
swiftly to an empty
desk, where he
picked up a phone,
listened briefly,
then called to
Ainslie. "For you,
Sergeant."

Ainslie set down a
book he had been
carrying and re
turned to his own
desk to take the
call. His movements
were ordered and
easy. At forty-one,
Detective-Sergeant
Ainslie was solidly
built, a half-inch
short of six feet
and not too
different in
appearance from his
days as a high
school fullback.
Only a slight belly
bespoke the junk
food he often ate a
staple for many
detectives, obliged
to eat on the run.

Tonight, on the
fifth floor of the
main Miami Police
Department building,
the Homicide offices
were quiet. In all,
seven investigative
teams worked here,
each team consisting
of a sergeant
supervisor and three
detectives. But the
members of tonight's
duty team were now
all out, probing
into a trio of
separate murders
reported in the past
few hours. In Miami,
Florida, the pace of
human mayhem seldom
slackened.

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Officially, a Homicide duty shift
lasted ten hours, but was often
longer because of continuing
investigations. Malcolm Ainslie and
Jorge Rodriguez, whose own duty
shift had ended several hours ago,
had continued working until moments
earlier.

Almost certainly the phone call
was from his wife, Karen, Ainslie
thought. Wondering when he was
coming home, and eager to begin
their long-planned vacation. Well,
for once he'd be able to tell her he
was on his way, the paperwork
completed, loose ends tied, and the
lights now green for Karen and Jason
and himself to board tomorrow's
early-bird Air Canada flight from
Miami to Toronto.

Ainslie was ready for a break.
While physically fit, he lacked the
limitless energy he'd had when he
joined the force a decade earlier.
Yesterday as he was shaving, he'd
noticed the ever-increasing gray in
his brown, thinning hair. Some extra
wrinkles, too; for sure, the
stresses of Homicide caused those.
And his eyes vigilant and prob
ing betrayed skepticism and
disillusionment from witnessing,
across the years, the human
condition at its worst.

It was then that Karen had
appeared behind him and, reading his
thoughts as she so often did, run
her fingers through his hair,
pronouncing, "I still like what I
see."

He'd pulled Karen toward him then
and held her tightly. The top of
Karen's head came only to his
shoulders, and he savored the
softness of her silky chestnut hair
against his cheek, the closeness of
their bodies exciting them both as
it always had. Putting a finger
beneath her chin, he tilted her face
upward as they kissed.

"I come in a small package," Karen
had said soon after they became
engaged. "But there's lots of love
in it along with everything else
you'll need." And so it had been.

DETECTIVE 5

Expecting to hear Karen's voice
now, Ainslie smiled and took the
phone from Jorge.

A deep, resonant voice announced,
"This is Father Ray Uxbridge. I'm
the chaplain at Florida State
Prison."

"Yes, I know." Ainslie had met
Uxbridge a couple of times and
didn't like him. But he answered
politely, "What can I do for you,
Father?"

"There's a prisoner here who's
going to be executed at seven
o'clock tomorrow morning. His name
is Elroy Doil. He says he knows
you."

Ainslie said tersely, "Of course he
knows me. I helped send Animal to
Raiford."

The voice came back stiffly. "The
person we're speaking of is a human
being, Sergeant. I prefer not to use
your description."

The response reminded Ainslie why
he disliked Ray Uxbridge. The man
was a pompous ass.

"Everybody calls him Animal,"
Ainslie answered. "He uses the name
himself. Besides, the way he killed
makes him worse than an animal."

In fact, it had been a Dade County
assistant medical examiner, Dr.
Sandra Sanchez, who, on viewing the
mutilated bodies of the first two
victims in the twelve murders
attributed to Elroy Doil, exclaimed,
"Oh dear God! I've seen horrible
things, but this is the work of a
human animal! "

Her remark was repeated widely.

On the telephone Uxbridge's voice
continued. "Mr. Doil has asked me to
tell you that he wishes to see you
before he dies." A pause, and
Ainslie visualized the priest
checking his watch. "That's slightly
more than eight hours from now."

"Has Doil said why he wants to see
me?"

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"He is aware that you, more than
anyone else, were the cause of his
arrest and conviction."

Ainslie asked impatiently, ''So
what are you saying? He wants to
spit in my eye before he dies?"

A momentary hesitation. "The
prisoner and I have had a
discussion. But I remind you that
what passes between a priest and a
condemned man is privileged and "

Ainslie cut in. "I'm aware of
that, Father, but I remind you that
I'm in Miami, four hundred miles
away, and I'm not driving all night
because that wacko suddenly decides
it would be fun to see me."

Ainslie waited. Then clearly the
priest made a decision. "He says he
wishes to confess."

The answer jolted Ainslie; it was
the last thing he'd expected. He
felt his pulse quicken. "Confess
what? You mean to all the
killings?''

The question was natural.
Throughout Elroy Doil's trial for a
ghastly double murder, of which he
had been found guilty and sentenced
to death, Doll had maintained his
innocence despite strong evidence