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That was close enough for me to let it pass. A stray bullet of mine had killed a young girl named Estrellita Rivera, but I dont know that it was guilt over the incident that propelled me out of the police department. What it had done, really, was change the way the world looked to me, so that being a cop was no longer something I wanted to do. Neither was being a husband and a father and living on Long Island, and in due course I was out of work and out of the marriage and living on Fifty-seventh Street and putting in the hours at Armstrongs. The shooting unquestionably set those currents in motion, but I think I was pointed in those directions anyway and would have gotten there sooner or later.
"Now youre a sort of half-assed detective," he went on "She hire you?"
"More or less. "
"Whats that mean?" He didnt wait for clarification. "Nothing against you, but she wasted her money. Or my money, according to how you look at it. If she wants to end our arrangement all she has to do is tell me so. She doesnt need anyone to do her talking for her. Whats she plan to do? I hope shes not going back home. "
I didnt say anything.
"I suspect shell stay in New York. But will she stay in the life? Im afraid its the only trade she knows. What else will she do? And where will she live? I provide their apartments, you know, and pay their rent and pick out their clothes. Well, I dont suppose anyone asked Ibsen where Nora would find an apartment. I believe this is where you live, if Im not mistaken. "
I looked out the window. We were in front of my hotel. I hadnt been paying attention.
"I assume youll be in touch with Kim," he said. "If you want, you can tell her you intimidated me and sent me slinking off into the night. "
"Why would I do that?"
"So shell think she got her moneys worth from you. "
"She got her moneys worth," I said, "and I dont care whether she knows it or not. All Ill tell her is what youve told me. "
"Really? While youre at it, you can let her know that Ill be coming to see her. Just to satisfy myself that all of this is really her idea. "
"Ill mention it. "
"And tell her she has no reason to fear me. " He sighed. "They think theyre irreplaceable. If she had any notion how easily she can be replaced shed most likely hang herself. The buses bring them, Scudder. Every hour of every day they stream into Port Authority ready to sell themselves. And every day a whole slew of others decide there must be a better way than waiting tables or punching a cash register. I could open an office, Scudder, and take applications, and thered be a line halfway around the block. "
I opened the door. He said, "I enjoyed this. Especially earlier. You have a good eye for boxing. Please tell that silly blonde whore that nobodys going to kill her. "
"Ill do that. "
"And if you need to talk to me, just call my service. Ill return your calls now that I know you. "
I got out, closed the door. He waited for an opening, made a U-turn, turned again at Eighth Avenue and headed uptown. The U-turn was illegal and he ran the light making his left turn on Eighth, but I dont suppose it worried him much. I couldnt recall the last time Id seen a cop ticket anyone for a moving violation in the city of New York. Sometimes youll see five cars go on through after a light turns red. Even the buses do it these days.
After he made his turn I took out my notebook, made an entry. Across the street, near Pollys Cage, a man and woman were having a loud argument. "You call yourself a man?" she demanded. He slapped her. She cursed him and he slapped her again.
Maybe hed beat her senseless. Maybe this was a game they played five nights out of seven. Try to break up that sort of thing and as likely as not theyll both turn on you. When I was a rookie cop, my first partner would do anything to avoid interfering in a domestic argument. Once, facing down a drunken husband, hed been assaulted from behind by the wife. The husband had knocked out four of her teeth but she leaped to his defense, breaking a bottle over her saviors head. He wound up with fifteen stitches and a concussion, and he used to run his forefinger over the scar when he told me the story. You couldnt see the scar, his hair covered it, but his finger went right to the spot.
"I say let em kill each other," he used to say. "It dont matter if she phoned in the complaint herself, shell still turn on you. Let em fucking kill each other. "
Across the street, the woman said something I didnt catch and the man hit her low with his closed fist. She cried out in what sounded like real pain. I put my notebook away and went into my hotel.
I called Kim from the lobby. Her machine answered and I had started to leave a message when she picked up the receiver and interrupted me. "I leave the machine on sometimes when Im home," she explained, "so I can see who it is before I answer. I havent heard from Chance since I spoke to you earlier. "
"I just left him a few minutes ago. "
"You saw him?"
"We rode around in his car. "
"What did you think?"
"I think hes a good driver. "
"I meant-"
"I know what you meant. He didnt seem terribly upset to hear that you want to leave him. He assured me that youve got nothing to fear from him. According to him, you didnt need me as your champion. All you had to do was tell him. "
"Yes, well, hed say that. "
"You dont think its true?"
"Maybe it is. "
"He said he wants to hear it from you, and I gather he also wants to make some arrangements about your leaving the apartment. I dont know if youre afraid to be alone with him or not. "
"I dont know either. "
"You can keep the door locked and talk to him through it. "
"He has keys. "
"Dont you have a chain lock?"
"Yes. "
"You can use that. "
"I suppose. "
"Shall I come over?"
"No, you dont have to do that. Oh, I suppose you want the rest of the money, dont you?"
"Not until youve talked to him and everythings settled. But Ill come over there if you want somebody on your side when he turns up. "
"Is he coming tonight?"
"I dont know when hes coming. Maybe hell handle the whole thing over the phone. "
"He might not come until tomorrow. "
"Well, I could hole up on the couch if you wanted. "
"Do you think its necessary?"
"Well, it is if you think it is, Kim. If youre uncomfortable-"
"Do you think I have anything to be afraid of?"
I thought for a moment, replayed the scene with Chance, assessed my own reactions after the fact. "No," I said. "I dont think so. But I dont really know the man. "
"Neither do I. "
"If youre nervous-"
"No, its silly. Anyway its late. Im watching a movie on cable, but when it ends Im going to sleep. Ill put the chain lock on. Thats a good idea. "
"Youve got my number. "
"Yes. "
"Call me if anything happens, or if you just want to call me. All right?"
"Sure. "
"Just to put your mind at rest, I think you spent some money you didnt have to spend, but it was money you held out so maybe it doesnt matter. "
"Absolutely. "
"The point is I think youre off the hook. Hes not going to hurt you. "
"I think youre right. Ill probably call you tomorrow. And Matt? Thanks. "
"Get some sleep," I said.
I went upstairs and tried to take my own advice but I was wired. I gave up and got dressed and went around the corner to Armstrongs. I would have had something to eat but the kitchen was closed. Trina told me she could get me a piece of pie if I wanted. I didnt want a piece of pie.
I wanted two ounces of bourbon, neat, and another two ounces in my coffee, and I couldnt think of a single goddamned reason not to have it. It wouldnt get me drunk. It wouldnt put me back in the hospital. That had been the result of a bout of uncontrolled round-the-clock drinking, and Id learned my lesson. I couldnt
drink that way anymore, not safely, and I didnt intend to. But there was a fairly substantial difference between a nightcap and going out on a toot, wasnt there?
They tell you not to drink for ninety days. Youre supposed to go to ninety meetings in ninety days and stay away from the first drink one day at a time, and after ninety days you can decide what you want to do next.
Id had my last drink Sunday night. Id been to four meetings since then, and if I went to bed without a drink Id have five days.
So?
I had one cup of coffee, and on the way back to the hotel I stopped at the Greek deli and picked up a cheese danish and a half pint of milk. I ate the pastry and drank a little of the milk in my room.
I turned out the light, got into bed. Now I had five days. So?
Chapter 5
I read the paper while I ate breakfast. The housing cop in Corona was still in critical condition but his doctors now said they expected him to live. They said there might be some paralysis, which in turn might be permanent. It was too early to tell.
In Grand Central Station, someone had mugged a shopping-bag lady and had stolen two of her three bags. And, in the Gravesend section of Brooklyn, a father and son with arrest records for pornography and what the paper described as links to organized crime bolted from a car and sought sanctuary in the first house they could run to. Their pursuers opened up on them with pistols and a shotgun. The father was wounded, the son was shot dead, and the young wife and mother whod just recently moved into the house was hanging something in a hall closet when enough of the shotgun blast came through the door to take most of her head off.
They have noon meetings six days a week at the YMCA on Sixty-third Street. The speaker said, "Just let me tell you how I got here. I woke up one morning and I said to myself, Hey, its a beautiful day and I never felt better in my life. My healths tiptop, my marriage is in great shape, my careers going beautifully, and my state of mind has never been better. I think Ill go join AA. "
The room rocked with laughter. After his talk they didnt go around the room. You raised your hand and the speaker called on you. One young fellow said shyly that hed just reached ninety days. He got a lot of applause. I thought about raising my hand and tried to figure out what I might say. All I could think to talk about was the woman in Gravesend, or perhaps Lou Rudenkos mother, slain by a salvaged television set. But what did either of those deaths have to do with me? I was still looking for something to say when time ran out and we all stood up and said the Lords Prayer. It was just as well. I probably wouldnt have gotten around to raising my hand anyway.
After the meeting I walked for awhile in Central Park. The sun was out for a change and it was the first good day all week. I took a good long walk and watched the kids and the runners and the cyclists and the roller skaters and tried to reconcile all that wholesome innocent energy with the dark face of the city that showed itself every morning in the newspaper.
The two worlds overlap. Some of these riders would be robbed of their bicycles. Some of these strolling lovers would return home to burglarized apartments. Some of these laughing kids would pull holdups, and shoot or stab, and some would be held up or shot or stabbed, and a person could give himself a headache trying to make sense out of it.