by McBain, Ed
"She's angry," Virginia said, smiling.
"The Spanish onion is angry. Take it easy, Chiquita. Just think, your name'll be in the newspapers tomorrow."
"An' your name, too," Angelica said.
"An' maybe it be in the dead columns."
"I doubt that," Virginia said, and all humor left her face and her eyes.
"The newspapers will ..." She stopped.
"The newspapers," she said, and this time she said the words with the tone of discovery. Hawes watched the discovery claim her face, watched as she stirred her memory. Her eyes were beginning to narrow.
"I remember reading a story about Carella," she said.
"In one of the newspapers. The time he got shot. It mentioned that his wife ..." She paused.
"His wife was a deaf mute!" she said, and she turned glaring eyes on. Teddy.
"What about it, Marcia Franklin? What about it?"
Teddy did not move.
"What are you doing here?" Virginia said.
She had begun rising.
Teddy shook her head.
"Are you Marcia Franklin, come to report a burglary? Or are you Mrs. Steve Carella?
Which? Answer me!"
Again Teddy shook her head.
Virginia was standing now, her attention riveted to Teddy. Slowly, she came around the desk, sliding along its edge, ignoring the bottle on its top completely. It was as if, having found someone she believed to be related to Carella, her wait was nearing an end. It was as if should this woman be Carella's wife-she could now truly begin to vent her spleen. Her decision showed on her face. The hours of waiting, the impatience of the ordeal, the necessity for having to deal with other people while her real quarry delayed his entrance showed in the gleam of her eyes and the hard set of her mouth. As she approached Teddy Carella, Hawes knew instinctively that she would inflict upon her the same-if not worse punishment that Meyer Meyer had suffered.
"Answer me!" Virginia screamed, and she left the desk completely now, the bottle of nitro behind her, advanced to Teddy, and stood before her, a dark solemn judge and jury.
She snatched Teddy's purse from her arm, and snapped it open. Byrnes, Kung, Willis, stood to the right of Teddy, near the coat rack. Miscolo was unconscious on the floor behind Virginia, near the filing cabinets. Only Meyer and Hawes were to her right and slightly behind her-and Meyer was limp, his head resting on his folded arms.
Quickly, deftly, Virginia rifled through the purse. She found what she was looking for almost immediately. Immediately, she read it aloud.
"Mrs. Stephen Carella, 837 Dartmouth Road, River-head. In case of emergency, call..." She stopped.
"Mrs. Stephen Carella," she said.
"Well, well, Mrs. Stephen Carella." She took a step closer to Teddy, and Hawes watched, hatred boiling inside him, and he thought, It was nitra, it isn't nitro, it isn't nitro.... "Aren't you the pretty one, though?"
Virginia said.
"Aren't you the well-fed, well-groomed beauty? You've had your man, .. you~' you ye nan your man, ann you've still got your good looks, haven't you? Pretty, you bitch, look at me!
LOOK AT ME!"
I'll jump her, Teddy thought. Now.
While she's away from the nitro. I'll jump her now, and she'll fire, and the rest will grab her, and it will be all over. Now. Now.
But she did not jump.
Hypnotized as if by a snake, she watched the naked hatred on Virginia Dodge's face.
"I was pretty once," Virginia said, "before they sent Frank away. Do you know how old I am? I'm thirty-two. That's young. That's young, and I look like a hag, don't I, like death one of them said. Me, me, I look like death because your husband robbed me of my Frank. Your husband, you bitch. Oh, I could rip that face of yours apart! I could rip it, rip it for what he's done to me! Do you hear me, you little bitch!"
She stepped closer, and Hawes knew the gun would flash upward in the next moment.
He told himself for the last time, There's no nitro in that bottle, and then he shouted, "Hold it!"
Virginia Dodge turned to face him, moving closer to the desk and the bottle on it, blocking Byrnes and the others from it.
"Get away from her," Hawes said.
"What!" Virginia's tone was one of complete disbelief.
"You heard me. Get away from her. Don't lay a hand on her."
"Are you giving me orders?"
"Yes!" Hawes shouted.
"Yes, I am giving you orders! Now how about that, Mrs.
Dodge? How about it? I am giving you orders! One of the crawly little humans is daring to give God orders. Keep away from that girl. You touch her and..
"And what?" Virginia said. There was a sneer in her voice, supreme confidence in her stance-but the gun in her hand was trembling violently.
"I'll kill you, Mrs. Dodge," Hawes said quietly.
"That's what, Mrs. Dodge. I'll kill you."
He took a step toward her.
"Stand where you are!" Virginia yelled.
I'm not afraid of your wedge any more, your little bottle. You know why? Because there's nothing but water in it, Mrs. Dodge, and I'm not afraid of water. I drink water!
By the gallon, I drink it!"
"Cotton," Byrnes said, "don't be a ..
"Don't take another step!" Virginia said desperately, the gun shaking.
"Why not? You going to shoot me?
Okay, damnit, shoot me! But shoot me a lot because one bullet isn't going to do it!
Shoot me twice and then keep shooting me because I'm coming right at you, Mrs.
Dodge, and I'm going to take that gun away from you with any strength that's left in my hands, and I'm going to stuff it right down your throat! I'm coming, Mrs. Dodge, you hear me?"
"Stop! Stop where you are!" she screamed.
"The intro ..
"There is no nitro!" Hawes said, and he began his advance in earnest, and Virginia turned to face him fully now. To her left, Byrnes gestured to Teddy, who began moving slowly toward the men who stood just inside the gate. Virginia did not seem to notice. Her hand was shaking erratically as she watched Hawes.
"I'm coming, Mrs. Dodge," Hawes said, "so you'd better shoot now if you're going to because ..
And Virginia fired.
The shot stopped Hawes. But only momentarily, and only in the way any sudden sharp noise will stop anyone.
Because the bullet had missed him by a mile, and he began his advance again, moving across the room toward her, watching Byrnes slip Teddy past the railing and practically shove her down the corridor. The others did not move. Shut off from the bottle of nitro, they nonetheless stood rooted in the room, facing an imminent explosion.
"What's the matter" Hawes said.
"Too nervous to shoot straight? Your hand trembling too much?"
Virginia backed toward the desk. This time, he knew she was going to fire. He sidestepped an instant before she squeezed the trigger, and again the slug missed him, and he grinned and shouted, "That does it, Mrs. Dodge!
"The nitro..." she said, backing toward the desk.
"What nitro? There is no nitro!"
"I'll knock it to the..
And Hawes leaped.
The gun went off as he jumped, and this time he heard the rushing whoosh of the bullet as it tore past his head, missing him.
He caught at Virginia's right hand as the swung it toward the desk and the bottle of nitroglycerin. He clung to her wrist tightly because there was animal strength in her arm as she flailed wildly at the bottle, reaching for it.
He pulled her arm up over her head and then slammed it down on the desk top, trying to knock the gun loose, and the bottle slid towards the edge of the desk.
He slammed her hand down again, and again the bottle moved, closer to the edge as Virginia's fingers opened and the gun dropped to the floor.
And then she twisted violently in his arms and flung herself headlong across the desk .in a last desperate lunge at the bottle standing not two inches from its ed
ge. She slipped through his grip' and he caught at her waist and then yanked her back with all the power of his shoulders and arms, pulling her upright off the desk, and then clenching his fist into the front of her dress, and drawing his free hand back for a blow that would have broken her neck.
His hand hesitated in mid-air.
And then he lowered it, unable to hit her.
He shoved her across the room and said ouly, "You bitch!" and then stooped to pick up the gun.
Meyer Meyer lifted his battered head.
"What... what happened?" he said.
"It's over," Hawes answered.
Byrnes had moved to the telephone.
"Dave," he said, "get me the Bomb Squad!
Right away!"
"The Bomb..
"You heard me."
"Yes, sir!" Murchison said.
The call from the hospital came at 7:53, after the men bottle from the room. Byrnes took the call.
"Eighty-seventh Squad," he said.
"Lieutenant Byrnes."
"This is Dr. Nelson at General. I was asked to call about the condition of this stabbing victim? Jose Dorena?"
"Yes," Byrnes said.
"He'll live. The blade missed the jugular by about a quarter of an inch. He won't be out of here for a while, but he'll be out alive." Nelson paused.
"Anything else you want to know?"
"No. Thank you."
"Not at all," Nelson said, and he hung up.
Byrnes turned to Angelica.
"You're lucky," he said.
"Kassim'll live. You're a lucky girl."
And Angelica turned sad wise eyes toward the lieutenant and said, "Am
I?"
Murchison walked over to her.
"Come on, sweetie," he said, "we've got a room for you downstairs." He pulled her out of the chair, and then went to where Virginia Dodge was handcuffed to the radiator.
"So you're the troublemaker, huh?" he said to her.
"Drop dead," Virginia told him.
"You got a key for this cuff, Pete?"
Murchison said. He shook his head.
"Jesus, Pete, why didn't you guys say something? I mean, I was sitting down there all this time.
I mean ..." He stopped as Byrnes handed him the key.
"Hey, is that what you meant by "Forthwith'?"
Byrnes nodded tiredly.
"That is what I meant by "Forthwith,"" he said.
"Yeah," Murchison said.
"I'll be damned." Roughly, he pulled Virginia Dodge from the chair.
"Come on, prize package," he said, and he led both women from the squad room passing Kung in the corridor.
"Well, we got Miscolo off okay," Kung said.
"The rest is in the lap of the gods. We sent Meyer along for the ride. The intern seemed to think that face needed treatment.
It's over, huh, Pete?"
"It's over," Byrnes said.
There was noise in the corridor outside.
Steve Carella pushed Mark Scott through the slatted-rail divider and said, "Sit down, Scott. Over there. Hello, Pete. Cotton.
here's our boy. Strangled his own ... Teddy! Honey, I forgot all about you. Have you been waiting long?" He shut his mouth because Teddy rushed into his arms with such fervor that she almost knocked him over.
"We've all been sort of waiting for you," Byrnes said.
"Yeah? Well, that's nice. Absence makes the heart grow fonder." He held Teddy at arm's length and said, "I'm sorry I'm late, baby. But all at once the thing began to jellandl..."
She touched the side of his neck where the blow from the rake had left marks crusted with blood.
"Oh, yeah," he said.
"I got hit with a rake. Listen, let me type my report and away we go. Pete, I'm taking my wife to dinner, and I dare you to say no. We're going to have a baby!"
"Congratulations," Byrnes said wearily.
"Boy, what enthusiasm. Honey, let me type up this report, and away we go. I'm so starved I could eat a horse. Pete, we book this guy for homicide. Where's a typewriter? Anything interesting happen while I was... The phone rang.
"I've got it," Carella said. He lifted the receiver.
"Eighty-seventh Squad, Carella."
"Carella, this is Levy down the Bomb Squad."
"Yeah, hi, Levy, how are you?"
"Fine. And you?"
"Fine. What's up?"
"I got a report on that bottle."
"What bottle?"
"We picked up a bottle there."
"Oh, yeah? Well, what about it?"
Carella listened, inserting a few "Ub-hubs" and "Yeses" into the conversation. Then he said, "Okay, Levy, thanks for the dope," and he hung up. He pulled up a chair, ripped three D.D. sheets from the desk drawer, inserted carbon between them, and then swung a typewriter into place.
"That was Levy," he said.
"The Bomb Squad. Somebody here give him a bottle?"
"Yeah," Hawes said.
"Well, he was calling to report on it."
Hawes rose and walked to Carella.
"What did he say?"
"He said it was."
"It was?"
"That's what the man said. They exploded it downtown. Powerful enough to have blown up City Hall."
"It was," Hawes said tonelessly.
"Yeah." Carella inserted the report forms into the typewriter.
"Was what?" he asked absently.
"Nitro," Hawes said, and he sank into a chair near the desk, and he had on his face the stunned expression of a man who's been hit by a Diesel locomotive.
"Boy," Carella said, "what a day this was!"
Furiously, he began typing.
THE END
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