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That Special Prosecutor chap. It wasnt hard to tell what Knox Hardesty thought of Abner L. Prejanian.
I said, "Did it bother you that he went to Prejanian?"
"Why on earth should it bother me?"
I shrugged. "Prejanian started to get a lot of ink. The papers gave him a nice play. "
"More power to him if publicity is what he wants. It seems rather to have backfired on him now, though. Wouldnt you say?"
"And that must please you. "
"It confirms my judgment, but aside from that why should it please me?"
"Well, you and Prejanian are rivals, arent you?"
"Oh, Id hardly put it that way. "
"No? I thought you were. I figured thats why you got her to accuse Broadfield of extortion. "
"What!"
"Why else would you do it?" I made my tone deliberately offhand, not accusing him but taking it for granted that it was something we both knew and acknowledged. "Once she was pressing charges against him he was defused and Prejanian didnt even hear his name mentioned. And it made Prejanian look gullible for having used Broadfield in the first place. "
His grandfather or great-grandfather might have lost control. But Hardesty had enough generations of good breeding behind him so that he was able to keep almost all of his cool. He straightened in his chair, but that was about the extent of it. "Youve been misinformed," he told me.
"The charge wasnt Portias idea. "
"Nor was it mine. "
"Then why did she call you around noon the day before yesterday? She wanted your advice, and you told her to go on acting as if the charge was true. Why did she call you? And why did you tell her that?"
No indignation this time. A little stalling- picking up the glass of milk, putting it down untasted, fussing with a paperweight and a letter opener. Then he looked at me and asked how I knew shed called him.
"I was there. "
"You were- " His eyes widened. "You were the man who wanted to talk with her. But I thought- then you were working for Broadfield before the murder. "
"Yes. "
"For heavens sake. I thought- well, obviously I thought youd been engaged after he was arrested for homicide. Hmmm. So you were the man she was so nervous about. But I spoke to her before she had met you. She didnt even know your name when we talked. How did you know- she didnt tell you, thats the last thing she would have done. Oh, for heavens sake. That was a bluff, wasnt it?"
"You could call it an educated guess. "
"Id just as soon call it a bluff. Im not sure Id care to play poker with you, Mr. Scudder. Yes, she called me- I might as well admit it since its fairly obvious. And I told her to insist that the charge was true, although I knew it wasnt. But I didnt put her up to making the charge in the first place. "
"Then who did?"
"Some policemen. I dont know their names, and Im not inclined to think Miss Carr did. She said she didnt, and its likely shed have been open with me on that subject. You see, she hadnt wanted to press those charges. If there was a chance I could have gotten her off that hook, shed have done what she could. " He smiled. "You may think I had reason to cast a pall on Mr. Prejanians investigation. While Im not saddened by the spectacle of that man with egg on his face, Id never have taken the trouble to put it there. Certain policemen, however, had a much stronger motive for sabotaging that inquiry. "
"What did they have on Carr?"
"I dont know. Prostitutes are always vulnerable, of course, but- "
"Yes?"
"Oh, this is just intuitive on my part. I had the impression that they were threatening her not with the law but with some extralegal punishment. I believe she was physically afraid of them. "
I nodded. That checked out with the vibrations Id picked up at my own meeting with Portia Carr. She hadnt acted like someone afraid of deportation or arrest, but like someone worried about being beaten up or killed. Someone worried because it was October and she was waiting for winter.
Chapter 10
Elaine lived just three blocks from where Portia Carr had lived. Her building was on Fifty-first between First and Second. The doorman checked me on the intercom and motioned me on through. By the time the elevator got me to the ninth floor, Elaine was waiting in her open doorway.
I decided she looked a lot better than Prejanians secretary. I suppose shes around thirty by now. She has always looked younger than her years and she has a face full of good bones that will age well. Her softness contrasted dramatically with the stark, modern feel of her apartment. She had the place carpeted in white shag, and the furniture was all angles and geometric planes and primary colors. I dont ordinarily like rooms done that way, but somehow her place worked for me. Shed told me once that she had done her own decorating.
We kissed each other like the old friends we were. Then she gripped my elbows and leaned backward. "Secret Agent Mardell reporting," she said. "Im not to be taken lightly, man. This camera of mine just looks like a camera. Its actually a tie clip. "
"I think thats backward. "
"Well, I certainly hope so. " She turned, flounced away. "Actually I havent found out a hell of a lot. You want to know what prominent people were in her book, is that right?"
"Especially if theyre politically prominent. "
"Thats what I meant. Everybody I asked kept coming up with the same three or four names. Actors, a couple of musicians. Honestly, some call girls are as bad as groupies. Boasting like any other celebrity-fuckers. "
"Youre the second person today to tell me call girls dont keep everything confidential. "
"Ha! Your average hooker isnt exactly Stella Stable, Matt. Of course Im the winner of the Miss Mental Health contest. "
"Absolutely. "
"If she didnt mention what politicians were in her book, its probably because she wasnt that proud of them. If shed been fucking the governor or a U. S. senator, people would have heard about it, but if its somebody local, who cares? Whats the matter?"
"Politicians would probably be sad to learn that theyre not so important. "
"Theyd positively shit, wouldnt they?" She lit a cigarette. "What you ought to have is her john book. Even if she had the brains to code it, youd have the phone numbers and you can work backward from there. "
"Is yours in code?"
"The names and the numbers, sugar. " She smiled triumphantly. "Anybody who steals my book steals trash, just like Othellos purse. But thats because Im Brenda Brilliant. Could you get your hands on Portias book?"
I shook my head. "Im sure the cops have tossed her place. And if she had a book, they found it- and tossed it. In the river. They dont want any loose ends that might give Broadfields lawyer an opening. They want him drawn and quartered, and the only way theyd leave her book around is if Broadfields name was the only one in it. "
"Who do you figure killed her, Matt? Some cops?"
"People keep suggesting it. Mabye Ive been off the force too long. I have trouble believing that police officers would actually murder some innocent hooker just to frame someone else. "
She opened her mouth, then closed it.
"Something?"
"Well, maybe youve been off the force too long. " She looked about to say something else, then gave her head a quick shake. "I think Ill make myself a cup of tea. Im a rotten hostess. A drink? Im out of bourbon, but theres Scotch. "
It was time. "A small one, straight. "
"Coming right up. "
While she was in the kitchen I thought about the relationship of cops and whores, and the relationship of Elaine and myself. I had gotten to know her a couple of years before I left the police department. Our first meeting was social, though I do not remember the precise circumstances. I believe we were introduced by a mutual friend at some restaurant or other, but we may have met at a party. I dont remember.
Its useful for a hooker to have a cop with whom shes on particularly good terms. He can smooth things out if a brother officer is giving he
r a hard time. He can furnish her with a brand of reality-oriented legal advice that is often more useful then the advice she would get from a lawyer. And she reciprocates for all of this, of course, as women have always reciprocated for the favors men do for them.
So I spent a couple of years on Elaine Mardells free list, and I was the person she called when the walls started coming together around her. Neither of us abused the privilege. I would see her once in a while if I happened to be in the neighborhood, and she called me perhaps half a dozen times all told.
Then I left the force, and for a period of several months I wasnt interested in any human contact, least of all sexual contact. Then one day I was, and I called Elaine and went over to see her. She never mentioned that I wasnt a cop anymore and that our relationship was thus due to change. If she had, I probably wouldnt have wanted to see her again. But on the way out I put some money on the coffee table, and she said she hoped shed see me again soon, and every now and then she does.
I suppose our original relationship had constituted a form of police corruption. I hadnt been acting as Elaines protector, nor had it been my job to arrest her. But I had seen her on the citys time, and it had been my official position that earned me the right to share her bed. Corruption, I suppose.
She brought me my drink, a juice glass with around three ounces of Scotch in it, and sat down on the couch with a cup of tea with milk. She curled her legs under her compact little behind and stirred her tea with a demitasse spoon.
"Beautiful weather," she said.
"Uh-huh. "
"I wish I was closer to the park. I take long walks every morning. Days like this Id like to take my walks in the park. "
"You take long walks every morning?"
"Sure. Its good for you. Why?"
"I figured youd sleep until noon. "
"Oh, no. Im an early riser. And Ill get visitors from noon on, of course. And I can get to sleep early because its rare I have anyone here after ten oclock at night. "
"Thats funny. You think of it as a business for night people. "
"Except its not. The guys, you know, they have to get home to their families. Id say from noon to six-thirty is maybe ninety percent of the people I see. "
"Makes sense. "
"I got somebody coming in a while, Matt, but we got time if you feel like it. "
"Id better take a raincheck. "
"Well, thats cool. "
I drank some of my drink. "Back to Portia Carr," I said. "You didnt come up with anybody who might have had some kind of a government connection?"
"Well, I might have. " My face must have changed expression because she said, "No, Im not hustling you, for Gods sake. I learned a name, but I dont know if I got it right and I dont know who it is. "
"Whats the name?"
"Something like Mantz or Manch or Manns. I dont know it exactly. I know hes somebody connected to the mayor, but I dont know what. At least thats the story I got. Dont ask me the guys first name because nobody knows. Does that give you anything? Manns or Mantz or Manch or something like that?"
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