David Goodis - The Cop on the Corner

Two little kids found the body. They found it in an alley. At first they thought the man was sleeping. Then they saw the blood. They started to yell and they ran down the alley.

Elrick, the big cop, was on the corner. He was talking to Herbie, the newsboy. Herbie was a year over thirty. At one time he had wanted to be an artist. But he found out that in order to keep alive it was necessary to eat. So Herbie, a thin little guy with black hair, began selling papers on the corner.

His only friend was Elrick, who had been on the force for twelve years and would probably remain there for twenty or thirty more. Elrick was a good natured guy who always took his time. In the summer he was almost immovable. He would stand there on the corner and blot a handkerchief against his gleaming red face.

Whew, but its hot! hed say.

Sure is, Herbie would answer.

Elrick would then begin to blast the weather, the neighborhood, the citys water system, and the universe in general. Which would bring a string of philosophical observations from Herbie. Invariably it would end in a violent disagreement. Elrick would walk away, boiling. The next day he would be on the corner again, talking to Herbie.

They were in the midst of such a debate when they were interrupted by the two little kids.

Elrick wobbled up the alley. Herbie followed. The two little kids trailed along, yelping.

Then Elrick was looking down at the body.

I cant believe it, he said.

Herbie leaned down. His eyes widened.

Renzelli.

So the Big Shot came home, Elrick said. He came home and they were waiting for him. Ten years ago he was a wild kid of seventeen. I grabbed him once and I told him to wise up, but he ran down the street. And I had a feeling that some day I would find him like this. In an alley. Wait here, Herbie. Dont let anyone near the body. Im putting in a call.

Elrick wobbled down the alley. Excitement was climbing within him. For a long time the neighborhood had been quiet. There wasnt much to do, outside of keeping the kids off the street and breaking up minor disturbances. But now Jimmie Renzelli was lying in an alley with four bullet holes in his chest. And Elrick knew all about Renzelli.

He knew all about the guys connections, his friends and the enemies. The business and the manipulations. He knew about a girl named Gladys and a guy named Vince Mazzione and a guy named Lou. And a New Years Eve party of two years ago. And how Renzelli had found it best to leave town the next morning.

After putting in his call, Elrick wobbled down the alley again. Herbie and the two kids were gazing at the body and at Renzellis glimmering black hair, which hed always shined up with a lot of sweet-smelling grease. They were gazing at the costly gabardine suit, at the custom-made lavender shirt, and the expensive tie. And at the moonstone ring on the little finger of a cold white hand.

They were gazing at all that, and at the blood from the four punctures in Renzellis chest.

He was always tough, Herbie said. Always a bully.

The two little kids began to ask a lot of questions. Elrick pushed them away.

Go on! Get out of here.

They ran up the alley.

Elrick looked at the dead man and shook his head.

I wonder why he came back, he said. He got away at the right time. He should have known better than to have come back.

Maybe he needed money, Herbie said.

With a grimace, Elrick pointed at the body.

When a man can wear clothes like that, he aint exactly starving, he said. Even a dumb newsboy ought to be able to see that.

Herbie shrugged.

Elrick placed fists on hips and looked down at the body.

It wont take long to figure out who did this. I got the case patterned already. He jabbed a forefinger into Herbies ribs. A situation like this comes up once every fifty or so years. When an ordinary cop solves a murder, he aint no ordinary cop any longer. Get the drift?

No, Herbie said, his face dumb.

I didnt think you would, Elrick said. You see, simpleton, I know Renzellis background. And when I put all the facts on the table, and fix them up so they fit, Ill have the case all wrapped up and ready to be delivered to the D. A. And a few days after that Ill be taking off this dark blue and putting on plain clothes.

You mean theyll fire you?

Elricks lips tightened and he pushed the cap back on his head. When you were born, your brains must have leaked out through your ears, he said. No, they wont fire me. Theyll make me a detective. A plainclothes man.

Thatll be nice, Herbie said.

You tellin me? Elrick blurted, Thats what I been hoping for. But I never thought the break would come. Even though I got brains, Im not exactly educated, like some of these smooth young guys who come out of the colleges. Like that smart-aleck Reeve. Satisfaction settled itself into Elricks eyes. Ill show that squirt what a cop can do.

There was a commotion at the other end of the alley, where policemen were holding back a curious crowd. Then three cops came walking down the alley followed by a man in a plain light blue suit. He was of medium height and sparingly built.

He pushed his way past the cops and leaned over the body.

He glanced up at Elrick. Anything more?

Nothing more than what you see there, Elrick said. Two kids found the body and told me about it. I put in a call.

Where are the two kids?

Elrick shrugged. I told them to go home.

Oh, you told them to go home, did you?

Now look, Reeve, dont start that with me.

Reeve looked at the other three cops. Two possible star witnesses and he tells them to go home. He looked at Elrick. Once upon a time I made up my mind that you were dumb. I was wrong. Youre not dumb. Youre an imbecile.

Elrick pushed the cap back on his head.

His big hands formed fists.

I wont take that from any

One of the cops stepped in. Aw, why dont you guys cut it out!

Hes been lookin for trouble for a long time! Elrick boomed. And now its up to my neck!

Reeve ignored Elrick. He was studying the body, looking up and down the alley, and running his hands along the dreary gray wood that walled the alley. Then he whirled and pointed a long finger at Herbie.

Who are you?

Leave him alone, Elrick said. His names Herbie and he sells papers. I was on the corner talkin to him when the kids came up. Besides, Reeve, youre just wasting time. I know who killed the guy.

Oh, you do, do you? Reeve said unsweetly.

Sure. Elrick smiled. He leaned back on his heels and purred, I wonder how Ill look in a nice tan worsted suit, a clean white shirt and a snappy tie?

Youll still look like a big fat dummy, Reeve said.

Again it was necessary for the three other cops to step in...

Headquarters decided to give Elrick a break. He was practically on his knees, begging them to let him follow up his leads. Within twenty-four hours he promised to bring in the murderer of Jimmie Renzelli. And he insisted that because of the peculiarities surrounding the case, he must go at this task alone. Finally he got what he wanted. Headquarters told Elrick to go out and see what he could do.

In the outside office Reeve was sitting on the edge of a desk, wise-cracking with a few reporters. The detective looked Elrick up and down. Well, at least youre taking it with a smile, Reeve said. You really didnt expect them to let you handle it, did you?

The smile on Elricks features took on a decided subtlety.

No, I really didnt expect it at all, he said.

He walked out and stepped into a green-and-white bandit-chaser. He slammed into first and he was doing forty around a corner and fifty down a narrow street and fifty-five around another corner. He switched on the siren and a horse became frightened and a peddler started to curse as tomatoes went splashing over the side of his wagon. Only then did Elrick slow down.