William Lashner
A Killers Kiss
The seventh book in the Victor Carl series, 2007
For Michael Lashner,
who never ceases to amaze
SUNDAY
They came for me in the nighttime, which is usually the way of it. They knocked so loudly the walls shook. Two men in ties and raincoats. I could see them through the peephole in my door. They werent wearing fedoras, but they might as well have been.
Its late, I yelled without opening the wooden door. And I dont need any magazines.
Were looking for Victor Carl.
Whos looking?
The shorter one leaned toward the door until a walleye filled the peephole. Then he pulled back and reached into his jacket. The badge glinted like a set of freshly sharpened teeth.
Im naked, I said.
Then put something on, said the guy with the badge. Our stomachs are strong, but not that strong.
In the bedroom I slipped on a pair of jeans and a shirt. I knew who they were before the badge was flashed. I had seen the two of them prowling the corridors of the Criminal Justice Building, where I plied most of my trade these days, defending the riff and the raff. You can always tell the cops in the courthouse, theyre the ones laughing and rubbing their hands, talking about where they are going to eat lunch. While they waited in the hallway, I took the time to put on socks and a pair of heavy black shoes with steel tips. When dealing with the police, if you dont protect your toes, they are sure to be stepped on.
I closed the bedroom door behind me before I opened the front door. They strolled in like they were strolling into an art gallery, hands behind their backs, leaning forward as they examined the walls.
Nice place, said the one who had shown me his badge.
No its not, I said.
He stopped and looked hard at me. He was slim and sharp-faced, with clever eyes. Youre right. I was just being polite. But the furnitures not bad. My wifes looking for some new pieces. Is that couch leather?
Pleather, I said.
Well, you certainly cant tell unless you look. You mind if I sit?
I shrugged.
Im Detective Sims, he said as he carefully lowered himself onto the couch and lifted one leg over the other. Simss suit was freshly pressed, his shoes were shiny and thin-soled. This is my partner, Hanratty.
A pleasure, I said.
Hanratty grunted.
Hes big, isnt he? I said to Sims.
But a surprisingly nimble dancer for his size, said Sims. You alone?
Not anymore.
Why is your water running?
I was about to shower when you guys knocked.
Well wait while you turn it off.
Its all right. You wont be staying long.
I dont know, said Sims. Hanratty might want some tea.
Do you want some tea, Hanratty? I said.
Hanratty stood like a block of cement and glowered. He was the size of a linebacker, with thick knuckles and a closely mowed patch of blond hair. The bridge of his nose was crushed like a beer can. I tried to imagine him dancing nimbly and failed. But he sure could glower. I got the feeling if he smiled, his face would shatter.
Where were you tonight, smart guy? said Hanratty. Each syllable was like a punch to the kidneys.
Home, I said. I dont get out much.
Spend your nights on your pleather couch, do you? said Sims. Eating cheesesteaks, watching that big television set you got there. Thats a lonely kind of existence for a man your age.
Not as lonely as you would think. Every once in a while a couple of cops stop by and chat amiably about my taste in furniture. What division within the department did you boys say you were in?
We didnt, said Sims. You wear any rings, Victor?
I lifted my hands and showed him. They were free of jewelry.
Howd you get the cut between your forefinger and thumb on your right hand?
I was slicing onions.
Care if I look at it? he said.
Thats not necessary. Im sure it will heal on its own.
Give him the hand, said Hanratty.
I stared at him for a moment, saw the violence behind his eyes, and then brought my right hand closer to Sims. Sims grabbed it, examined both sides, brought it up to his face as if to kiss it, and then took a sniff.
That was weird, I said after I jerked it away.
Yet strangely thrilling, said Sims. I smelled soap. Always lather up your hands before you shower, do you?
Cleanliness is a virtue, I said.
Sims looked around at the disordered mess that was my apartment. Ever been married, Victor?
No.
Good for you. Trust me when I tell you, its not all its cracked up to be. Ever been engaged?
Once.
What happened?
It didnt work out.
Care to spill the details?
No.
Still hurts, is that it?
Ancient history.
Oh, six or seven years is not that long a time. McDeiss says you were pretty broken up about it.
A chill shivered up my spine at the name. I tried to work my jaw but it was frozen. McDeiss was a homicide detective. I put a hand to my jaw and rubbed it back to life. McDeiss? I managed to say. You guys work with McDeiss?
Youre pretty close with him, from what we hear.
Not really.
Youve broken bread together, havent you? Worked a couple of cases together.
On different sides.
Hes the one who suggested we stop by, ask a few questions, see what you Wait. Did you hear that, Hanratty? The water just turned off. All by itself.
The water pressure in the building is erratic, I said.
Maybe our friend here is not as lonely as he lets on. Why dont you invite your guest out so we can have a little party?
Maybe you should mind your own damn business.
Getting testy, are we, Victor? Got something to hide? Embarrassed by your partner? Or maybe your visitor is somebodys wife.
Maybe yours, I said.
Sims laughed. His teeth were small and very white. You want her number? Youd be doing me a favor. Just be sure to take some pictures for the judge. But youd enjoy yourself, shes a looker. Isnt she a looker, Hanratty?
Shes a looker all right, said Hanratty.
Shes also a whore, said Sims as he lifted a loose thread from his suit pants. I think she even slept with Hanratty over there, imagine that.
No, thank you, I said.
But she is a looker. Oh, listen to us talk, like men blowing steam around the campfire after a day of fishing. You know how it is with us, when we get together by ourselves, we cant stop complaining about women. Go ahead, Hanratty. Tell Victor who was the woman who broke your heart.
My mother, said Hanratty.
Sims winced dramatically. I think weve heard quite enough about that, dont you? So now its your turn, Victor. Tell us about the girl who left you bare and broken at the altar.
I was engaged, I said. Her name was Julia. She ran off and married a urologist. End of story. Not much plot there, Im afraid.
What was his name, this evil urologist, or am I being redundant?
Denniston. Wren Denniston.
And how did you feel about Dr. Wren Denniston? Bitter, angry, resentful, with a murderous thirst for vengeance?
I got over it.
Oh, I dont think we ever get over something like that.
Is this an official inquiry of the Homicide Division?
If thats what you want it to be, said Hanratty. Is that what you want it to be?
Why dont you stop holding it in and tell me what this is all about.
It was Sims who broke the news. Dr. Wren Denniston was found murdered in his Chestnut Hill mansion this evening.
I tried to say something clever, but the words caught in my throat. I caught a whiff of burnt coffee in the air.
Shot in the head, said Hanratty.
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