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"Thanks for the coffee, Mrs. Schwartz," Gonzalez said.
She led the way to the front door to let them out. She opened the front door but blocked it with her body. "One more thing, Sergeant. Leo took his pistol with him. In his suitcase. I'm afraid he might do something foolish with it. He was very distraught when he left."
"Thanks for telling me this."
After she closed the door, Hoke told Gonzalez to meet him back at the office.
"This is Sunday morning already," Gonzalez protested. "I'm supposed to take my mom to the nine o'clock mass."
"If you get the statement typed, and then I edit it, and then you retype it without any mistakes, and then you get Mrs. Schwartz to sign it before nine, then you can go to mass. Otherwise, phone your mother and tell her to make other plans. Our work is just beginning on this case. Now get moving."
When he got back to the station, Hoke called the sheriff in Seattle and arranged for him to pick up Leo Schwartz, traveling under the name L. Black, when the plane landed at the airport.
"He'll have the murder weapon in his baggage, so it'll have to be returned as well. Even though he's a murder suspect, Schwartz isn't a dangerous man, and he likes high living. So if you can, Sheriff, make jail uncomfortable for him. Don't isolate him, but shove him into the drunk tank. I want him to suffer enough discomfort so he won't fight extradition."
"I know what you mean, Sergeant. Two deputies will meet him at the airport."
"It'll probably be Monday before I can wire you a confirmation order, but the weapon alone will be enough to hold him without bail till we get the extradition order."
"No problem. How's the weather down there in Miami?"
"It was about eighty-five today--maybe a little higher than that."
"It's cold and wet here. I've never been to Miami, but I'd like to come down there on a vacation sometime."
"If you ever do, call me, and I'll show you a few high spots."
"I might just take you up on that some day. How far's Miami from Disney World?"
"Hell, you don't want to go there, Sheriff. Orlando's a high-crime area, but if you come to Miami, I'll get you a permit to carry your weapon while you're here."
The sheriff laughed. "Okay, Sergeant Moseley. Leo Schwartz traveling as L. Black."
"Right."
It was almost 7:00 A.M. before Gonzalez had a statement typed well enough to satisfy Hoke. Hoke made three photocopies and gave all four copies to Gonzalez to take to Mrs. Schwartz to sign.
"She'll probably be asleep now," Gonzalez said. "Perhaps if I went over after the nine o'clock mass, she'd be awake."
"You'll go now, before she changes her mind and before she talks to a lawyer who'll advise her not to sign anything. Then come back and put the statements in the safe. I'll probably still be here because I've got to write my notes for the file and a memo to Major Brownley. I want you to type up your notes, too, but you can come back and do it after you go to mass. I'll want to talk to Brownley first thing tomorrow to see how we should handle this thing with the state attorney. Here we are, with a solved case handed to us on a silver fucking platter, and all you can think about is taking your mother to mass."
After Gonzalez left the office, Hoke typed a redline memo to Major Brownley and put it in his box. He tried to phone Lieutenant Vitale in Traffic but couldn't get a line on his whereabouts. He then typed another redline to Vitale, telling him to call off the surveillance and commending Officer Brown for his alertness and initiative. Then he drove home.
Hoke wanted to be awake when Ellita and the girls got home, so he didn't undress and go to bed. He removed his shoes and sat back in his recliner, so he would awaken when they came through the door. As soon as he levered the seat back, his mind began to race, thinking of all the things he still had to do. Then, with an effort, and using a trick that had worked for him before, he imagined a heavy black blind in his mind. His fingers grasped the pull cord, and he slowly lowered the black mental blind. When it was down, all the way down, and completely dark, he fell into a heavy sleep.
CHAPTER 16
Hoke awoke with a groan at ten-thirty. His neck, still bruised and sore, had developed a crick in it from his position in the chair. Shooting pains pulsed tiny darts into the backs of his eyes. Hoke showered and shaved, scrubbed his teeth, and rinsed his dentures in Listerine before adjusting them in his mouth. He made coffee, took three Tylenol, and was on his third cup of coffee when the phone rang. It was Major Brownley.
"Did I wake you?" Brownley asked.
"No, I was awake. Did you read my redliner?"
"Yes, I'm in my office now. That's one of the things I want to talk about. I'm taking you off the Dr. Russell homicide. I gave it to Sergeant Quevedo to finish up."
"There's still a lot to do, Willie," Hoke protested. "I've got to interview Dr. Max Farris, and I want to talk to Mrs. Burger again at some length. I told her something in confidence, and she could hardly wait to pass it on to Schwartz. The nurse knows a lot more than she ever let on when I first talked to her. Then I--"
"Never mind, Hoke. Quevedo's taken over. I've already given him the file, and Gonzalez can fill him in on any other stuff he needs to know."
"Gonzalez doesn't know everything, Willie. He doesn't know about the garage door."
"What garage door?"
"Mrs. Schwartz's garage door. Sometimes it opens with the electronic opener, and sometimes it doesn't."
"Hell, they're all like that at times, Hoke. Mine doesn't always work either. I think it's the humidity. Why is it so important?"
Hoke thought for a moment and then laughed. "It isn't important, not any longer. It's just a loose end I wanted to tie up. If Dr. Schwartz still has the murder weapon, it won't be an issue."
"He's in jail now in Seattle, and the weapon--or a weapon--was recovered. I've already had word on that. Later on, Quevedo has a few questions, he can talk to you, but I don't think you'll have much time for him."
"Even if you take me off the case, I'll have to testify at the trial."
"That'll be two or three months from now. I'll say it slow: You are officially off the case."
"I don't understand this, Willie. What--"
"I'm trying to tell you. Do you know where Molly's Coffee Shop is, on the Trail?"
"Not exactly. Although I remember passing by it."
"It's at Eighth Street and Third Avenue. At the end of a new little shopping center there. Molly's the new chief's sister-in-law, so he likes to eat breakfast there two or three times a week. Anyway, you're to meet the new chief there tomorrow morning at eight o'clock."
"What about? This isn't another weird undercover job like that Immokalee fiasco, is it? If it is, forget it. I'd rather go back into uniform and turn with the signals on Flagler."
"I can't tell you what it's about, Hoke. The new chief will do that. Just be at Molly's at eight. That's all I can tell you."
"Will you be there, Willie?"
"No. It'll just be you and the new chief."
"I'm not going to do any more undercover work, Willie."
"I wish I could tell you about it, Hoke, but I can't. I'll just say you'll be surprised. Pleasantly surprised. Okay?"
"I'll be there. One more thing, while we're on the phone. Let's do the division a favor and transfer Gonzalez the hell out of Homicide. Ordinarily, when a man loses his ignorance, he doesn't regain it, but that doesn't hold true for Gonzalez."
"We're short seven detectives already, Hoke, counting three on suspension."
"We can get a mutual. Do you know Murdock, over in Robbery?"
"I think so. What about Murdock?"
"I talked to him about a month ago, and he wants to get out of Robbery and into Homicide. He's been in plainclothes for about six years or so, and maybe we could make a mutual transfer between him and Gonzalez."
"No, we can't do that, Hoke, even if Robbery was willing to let Murdock go. It would throw off the ethnic balance. On a mutual transfer we'd have to have another Hispanic
. But I'll check around, and if I can trade Gonzalez for another Hispanic somewhere, I'll see what I can do."
"That doesn't make sense, Willie. Murdock's an experienced investigator, and Gonzalez is good with figures and statistics. He'd fit in well over in Robbery. They could let him handle inventories and simple things like that."
"I know you're right, but Murdock's a WASP, and we can only make a mutual for another Hispanic."
"Forget it then. Anything else, Willie?"
"No... I don't think so. What've you heard from Ellita?"
"She's just fine. I'll tell her you sent your regards." Hoke hung up quickly before Brownley could ask any more questions.
A long blue stretch Lincoln pulled up in front of the house at eleven-thirty. As Hoke watched from behind the screen door, Sue Ellen and Aileen got out, and the driver opened the trunk to get their luggage. The driver, a squat dark-faced man with short muscular arms, was probably Goya y Goya, Hoke thought. Hoke retreated to his bedroom instead of going outside to help the girls with their luggage and to avoid giving the chauffeur a tip. Ellita and Hutton--"Donnie"--were not in the car. When Hoke heard the girls talking in the living room, he walked back down the hail to greet them. Both girls were wearing straw hats, purchased from straw market vendors in Nassau, and their faces were bright with sunburn. Aileen ran to Hoke, hugged and kissed him. Sue Ellen, showing more restraint, kissed him on the cheek.
"How was Nassau, and where's Ellita?" Hoke said.
The two girls exchanged glances.
"I've got a present for you, Daddy," Sue Ellen said, opening her bag on the couch.
"Me, too," Aileen said, getting her bag.
Something is wrong, Hoke thought. So far neither one of the girls had looked him in the eye. Sue Ellen hadn't redyed her hair blue; it was now brown and curly, and she was wearing a new powder blue sundress. The skirt barely reached her bony knees. She handed him a gray T-shirt with dark red printing: MY DAUGHTER WENT TO THE BAHAMAS AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY T-SHIRT.
"Thanks," Hoke said, checking the collar to see if it was extra large. It was. "I appreciate the sentiment. When I came home, I didn't know where you were. There was no note, and I had a problem finding out where you'd gone."
"We wanted to leave a note, Daddy," Aileen said, "but Ellita wouldn't let us."
"Why not? It's customary in this house, isn't it, to say where you're going and when you'll be back? I was worried, for Christ's sake."
Aileen handed Hoke a small blue box, tied with a piece of red string. "Open it, Daddy. Go ahead."
Hoke untied the string and took off the lid. It was a ceramic salt and pepper set, covered with tiny coquina shells. One cellar read "Salt" and "Nassau"; the other read "Pepper" and "New Providence." A few shells had become unglued and were loose in the bottom of the box.
"Thanks, honey," Hoke said, putting the lid back on the box. "This is very nice and something we can all use. Where's Ellita?"
Sue Ellen sat on the couch and placed her knees together. She clasped her hands and looked at her father, widening her eyes. "You're going to find out sooner or later, Daddy, but I'm sorry you're hearing it from me instead of Ellita. Ellita and Donnie got married. That's why they didn't come back with us. They're going to stay another week for their honeymoon at the Paradise Island Hotel and then come back on the boat next Sunday."
"Is that why you didn't leave a note? Were you afraid I'd fly over to the wedding? This doesn't sound like Ellita."
"You don't understand, Daddy. She was afraid. She thought you might do something or other to stop them from getting married."
"Hutton's on parole. Did he have permission to leave the country?"
"I don't think so, but you see what I mean? Ellita was sure you'd try to stop them some way."
"It's none of my business what Ellita does. Why should I care if she gets married--even to a convicted killer like Hutton? What the hell, she's thirty-three years old. Who's taking care of Pepe?"
"The hotel got them a nurse for the baby. There's no problem getting women as maids in Nassau. Me and Aileen didn't go to the wedding, but--"
"Aileen and I."
"Aileen and I. But we had a little party afterward, in their stateroom on the boat. Just the four of us, with wine and a plate of canapes the steward brought in. And Donnie gave both of us fifty dollars apiece to gamble with. I won eighty dollars playing blackjack--"
"They let you gamble? You're underage."
Sue Ellen shrugged. "I had my fake ID, but no one asked to see it. Besides, when I've got makeup on, I look eighteen."
"When did they decide to get married?"
"Before we left, I guess, because they shared a cabin. But they didn't tell us about it till we got on the ship. Ellita, like I said, was afraid you'd find out and stop them some way."
"I wonder why she'd think something like that. I'm happy for them, for Christ's sake. He's got plenty of money, and without the crying baby we can have a little peace and quiet around here. You're the oldest, Sue Ellen, so you can have Ellita's big bedroom. It's about time you girls had your own rooms anyway."
To Hoke's surprise, the girls didn't argue about his hasty decision. Instead, they told him about their trip, the meals on the ship, playing the slot machines, and riding around Nassau on the wrong side of the road on. rented motorbikes. They didn't want to talk about the marriage, and because Hoke knew that telling about a cruise afterward was the best part of it, he let them ramble on. They weren't hungry, having eaten a large breakfast on the ship, but he made sandwiches anyway. They ate them and went to bed. The girls had stayed up in the ship's casino until two-thirty the night before and then had to get up early because they were on the first sitting for breakfast. Aileen had lost the fifty dollars Hutton had given her on the slot machines, but she didn't mind because it wasn't her money in the first place. She had won at first, but it had all gone back into the machines.
While the girls napped, Hoke went into Ellita's room and put a sheet on the floor. He placed all her clothes from the closet on the sheet and pulled it together into a huge bundle. He needed another sheet to hold all her things from her dresser drawers. He took the two bundles out to the living room and placed them by the door. There were a lot of Ellita's and Pepe's possessions and furniture in the house, but she could sort them out later, after she got back. He knocked down her double bed, however, and put the carved head- and footboard and mattress in the Florida room, so Sue Ellen could have room for her bed when she woke up.
Hoke then drove to the Green Lakes Shopping Center and got a haircut. He bought a white button-down oxford cloth shirt at K-mart, and a green-and-white-striped necktie, so he would look presentable when he met the new chief in the morning. He drank two draft beers at the Green Grotto before driving home. The girls were up, and he helped Sue Ellen move into the master bedroom.
Hoke cooked spaghetti for dinner and made three lettuce and tomato salads and a pitcher of iced tea. There was ice cream in the freezer, but no one wanted any. Both girls were pleased to have their own rooms, but they were subdued at dinner. Reduced to three people, the family seemed very small, and the girls had run out of things to say about the cruise.
While the girls did the dishes, Hoke watched -60 Minutes- on television. There was a rerun of -The Burning Bed- on Channel 33, and they all watched it together. Farrah Fawcett was beaten and battered by her drunken husband for an hour and a half, and then she set fire to him when he fell asleep and drove away in the car with her kids.
"What I don't understand," Sue Ellen said when the movie ended, "is why Farrah ever married a creep like that in the first place."
"Probably because he asked her," Hoke said. "Women are like that, even mature women. Sometimes that's all it takes."
"I don't think I'll ever get married," Sue Ellen said.
"Me neither," Aileen said.
"Good," Hoke said. "You can stay home and take care of me. That's my life's ambition: to grow old and be a burden on someone. Thanks, girls, you
've made me a very happy father."
"I don't mean I won't live with someone someday," Sue Ellen said. "That's natural. A woman's entitled to a sex life. But if you get married and have kids like Farrah did, the man thinks he owns you."
"It's just a movie, Sue Ellen. Who wants some ice cream?"
"I don't think so, Daddy. I'm going to bed."
"I can hardly hold my eyes open," Aileen said.
They kissed him good night and went off to their respective rooms and closed the doors.
Hoke stayed up and drank a couple of beers while he watched the tube. But he couldn't get interested in anything and soon turned off the set. He wondered what the new chief wanted to see him about. The new chief of the Miami Police Department was always called the new chief because he was always a new chief. The average tenure for a new chief was about eighteen months. The average tenure for a city manager (who hired and fired the police chiefs) was also eighteen months. So every time the city commission fired a city manager and hired a new one, the new one soon found a reason to fire the new chief and put in a new chief of his own. Then the new new chief shook things up in the department, transferring and promoting people he thought would be loyal to him. The three assistant chiefs, all colonels, had all been demoted and promoted several times apiece. Survival at or near the top was a tough proposition, no doubt about it. And the three assistant chiefs had to be the right ethnic balance--one black, one Hispanic, and one white man (but the white man couldn't be a Catholic because the Hispanic was a Catholic).
The new new chief was moving cautiously so far--Hoke had to give him credit for that--although he had vowed, when he was sworn in, that he intended to modernize the department, whatever that meant. The city manager was new, and his new chief was new, so there probably wouldn't be any radical changes for at least another year or so, Hoke thought.
Hoke popped the top on another can of Old Style and went outside on the front lawn to drink it. The house across the street was dark, and most of the lights in the other houses on the block were turned out. Tomorrow was a Monday, and people had to go to work again. They went to bed early in the Green Lakes subdivision on Sunday nights. Hoke returned to the kitchen, got an ice pick out of the utility drawer, and then crossed the street. He jabbed the point of the pick into the left front tire of Donald Hutton's Henry J. As the air hissed out, the sound seemed to direct him around the little car, and he punched through the other three tires. As the air hissed out, the little car sank perceptibly.