Brett Halliday - Shoot to Kill

Michael Shayne said, No, flatly and without emphasis, but with utter finality. He rumpled his red hair with the knobby fingers of his left hand and looked almost wonderingly across the scarred table at his oldest and closest friend in Miami. For Gods sake, Tim, he went on in a voice that patently strove to be reasonable, Im not a psychiatrist or marriage counsellor.

I know, said Timothy Rourke bitterly. Youre a detective and you get paid for solving murders, so why should you be interested in preventing one? But goddamn it, Mike, I wish youd listen to me. After Ralph spilled his guts to me last night Im going to feel responsible if I dont do something.

You do the something, said Shayne, keeping his voice indulgent and reasonable. It certainly is none of my affair. He leaned back in the booth at the rear of Joes Bar and lifted the sidecar in front of him and took an appreciative sip.

Its anybodys affair, argued Rourke harshly. If you see a guy headed for the edge of a precipice you do what you can to prevent it. Even a cynical, hard-boiled, red-headed bastard such as Mike Shayne likes to pretend to be doesnt turn his head and look the other way while the guy goes over. You at least shout out a warning to him.

All right, said Shayne agreeably. You see your friend Ralph Larson headed hell-bent for murder and you shout out a warning to him. I gather you did that last night. If hes too stupid to pay any attention to you, what can I do about it?

I just got through telling you. Go see his wife and talk to her like a Dutch Uncle. Shes the key to the whole affair. Shes the stupid one. If she could just get it through her silly head that shes driving her husband straight to murder, shed drop the whole thing like a hot tomato. Damn it, Mike, they had a good marriage until Ralph went to work for Wesley Ames and she became involved with him. I was best man at their wedding just three years ago.

Then youre the one to talk to her like a Dutch Uncle, Shayne argued amiably. Im an outsider. Why should she listen to me?

Because you are an outsider. That would frighten her, Mike. Dont tell her I sent you. Leave me out of it altogether. Youre well enough known here in town that just your name will scare hell out of her. Tell her anything. That Mrs. Ames has hired you to spy on her husband and to break up the affair hes having with Dorothy. You dont have to bring Ralph into it at all if you think its best not to. Just go see her and play it by ear. Convince her that all hell is going to break loose if she doesnt quit seeing Wesley Ames.

You dont know that she is seeing him. The way you just told it to me, her husband merely has these suspicions. She hasnt admitted it to him, has she?

I guess not. I dont think hes even accused her. Ralph was pretty drunk last night and practically incoherent, but hes absolutely convinced in his own mind that Wesley Ames is making a big play for his wife and that shes flattered by his attentions and is reciprocating. He doesnt know whether theyve actually slept together or not, and thats driving him nuts. Hes still crazy in love with Dorothy, and that makes him crazy jealous.

Shayne said, Nuts, disgustedly, and emptied his sidecar glass. You know what I think about jealous husbands who go out and kill men for making passes at their wives. No woman is worth that. Why doesnt your friend just walk away from her and let her play her extra-marital games?

Because hes young and hes in love, grated Rourke angrily. He lifted his highball glass with both hands and sucked at the contents greedily. You can sit back and philosophize about the situation all you want to, Mike, but thats not going to change the basic facts. Here are two inherently decent young people who are caught up in a mess thats going to eventuate in murder unless something is done to prevent it. Its that simple. He turned his head to look over the back of the booth and catch the waiters eye. He held up two fingers, and turned back to light a cigarette.

Wesley Ames is a smart operator, he said bitterly. Hes a dyed-in-the-wool son-of-a-bitch, but hes suave and hes got charm and an unlimited expense account. His gossip column is syndicated in forty newspapers, and all over the country people turn to it avidly to pick up the latest dirt on celebrities cavorting at Miamis swanky night spots. All he has to do, reputedly, is crook his finger and half the society dames in the country are eager to crawl into bed with him. So if he crooks that same finger at a simple little reporters wife like Dorothy Larson, what do you think shes going to do about it?

The waiter brought fresh drinks and set them in front of the two men. Shayne leaned back and frowned and shook his red head in puzzlement. On the other hand, why should he bother?

To crook his finger at Dorothy?

Yeh. If hes got all these other dames on his string.

In the first place because Dorothy has got what it takes as youll note for yourself when you see her. Shes a beautiful kid, and shes stacked. On top of that theres an aura of innocence about her that would appeal to a degenerate bastard like Ames. Besides, Ralph is obviously and helplessly in love with her. He first took on this outside job as legman for Ames in order to earn extra money to spend on Dorothy and keep her happy. That would probably be an added incentive for Ames to make a play for her. Sort of turning the screw on a poor devil whos more or less dependent on his bounty. Who knows what motivates a man like Wesley Ames?

You make him sound like a guy who thoroughly deserves killing.

Hell, he deserves it all right. If society were properly arranged, the man who knocked off Ames would get a medal instead of the chair. But society isnt that far advanced, and thats why Ralph has to be stopped before this thing goes any further.

Why not put it straight to Ames himself? suggested Shayne easily. That seems a lot more sensible than approaching Mrs. Larson. After all, Ames has more to lose.

Hed laugh in your face, grated Timothy Rourke. It would probably please his ego tremendously. No. Theres only one thing to do in this situation, Mike. Make Dorothy Larson realize that shes not playing with fire, but with an atomic explosion. You dont know Ralph, and you didnt listen to him raving last night. I did. And, goddamn it, I like the guy. Id love to see Ames dead, but I dont want Ralph to go to the chair for it. Im putting this to you as a personal favor, Mike. Talk to Dorothy at least. Make her realize the seriousness of the situation. One of the things Ralph kept drunkenly coming back to last night is that he has a two-week vacation coming up and Dorothy wants him to go off on his own while she stays here. Hes convinced in his own mind that she wants him out of the way so she can shack up with Ames while hes gone. Maybe she has got some such idea. I dont know. But I dont believe she wants both Ames and her husband dead, and I think shed come to her senses if it were put to her that way. And youre the guy to do it, Mike. Youve got no axe to grind. She wont suspect that Ralph put you up to it the way she would if I went to her.

Shayne shook his head morosely. Ill repeat what I said in the beginning. Im not a psychiatrist or marriage counsellor. Get her minister or her priest to talk to her. Its not my responsibility.

But it is, Mike, Rourke insisted intensely. Youre licensed as a private detective by the state of Florida and you swore an oath to uphold the due processes of the law. Youre like a cop in that respect. Its a cops job to prevent crime.

Then let the cops do it, snarled Shayne. Why dont you tell your story to Will Gentry and get him to go around and talk some sense into the lady? Or put Ralph Larson under arrest and hold him in protective custody? Or assign a bodyguard to Wesley Ames? Hells bells, Tim! There are a dozen better ways to handle it than the one you suggest.