44 Kiss by Ed McBain

Author:Ed McBain
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Fiction, Police Procedural, Mystery & Detective, General
ISBN: 9780517110331
Publisher: Random House Value Publishing
Published: 1993-07-10T04:00:00+00:00

"And the partner killed her. Guiltlike flight

would be admissible as evidence, you see, the

hostage-taking. On the other hand, trying both

-murders at the same time would obviously --

be prejudicial to the accused, so perhaps the decision

was a fair one, who knows? In any case,

we're stuck with _two trials, and my job is

to win _this one."

"Yes," Angela said, and smiled

encouragingly.

"My job is to make sure he never sees

another sunrise without bars in front of it."

He thinks that's poetic, Carella thought.

And realized with amazement that _Angela thought

so, too.

"Point is," Lowell said, "Cole's going

to lie to save his neck. The only people who tell the

truth in court are law-abiding citizens. The

murderers and thieves lie. Always."

Angela nodded as if she were hearing wisdom

dispensed by a guru on a mountaintop.

"I _want Addison to lead him down the

garden," Lowell said, almost gleefully. "I

want Cole to parade all his damn lies, so

I can knock them over one by one."

"Are you confident you can do that?" Carella

asked.

"Oh, _am I!" Lowell said, and grinned in

evil anticipation. And then, suddenly, he

turned to Angela again and said, "Were either of you

planning to have lunch downtown? Because the food here

is marvelous, and I'd be delighted if you'd

join ..."

"I have to run," Carella said.

Angela hesitated. Her eyes met

Carella's. There was nothing in his eyes that she could

read, but they'd been brother and sister for a good long

time now.

"Thank you," she said, "I have to get back

home."

And could not resist adding, "Maybe some other

time."

They wandered from gallery to gallery, walking

along Hopper Street toward the Scotch Meadow

Park, the area taking its name from the fact that

Hopper ran parallel to the park, hence

Hopscotch, trendy and memorable. O'Brien and

Meyer followed at a respectable distance behind

them, enjoying the sunshine but not the fierce cold,

turning to look into a window whenever Denker and

Emma did, moving on again past art gallery and

boutique, glancing now and again at windows

-displaying sandals, or jewelry, or -----

antiques, or drug paraphernalia imported

from Bombay, trying to make themselves look like

tourists browsing a tourist area, rather than

detectives following a possible killer and his

prey.

At a little before two o'clock, Denker and Emma

went into a little soup-and-sandwich joint on

Matthews. Meyer and O'Brien bought hot dogs

and Cokes from a street-corner cart, and stood

outside in the cold, eating and drinking, waiting for

them to emerge again.

They hoped it would not be a long lunch.

It was.

They did not come out onto the street again until

close to three-thirty.

"Let's go home, kiddies," Meyer

whispered.

But they were not going home. They continued wandering the

area all afternoon, seemingly impervious to the cold.

Shivering, the detectives at last saw Denker

hailing a taxi and putting Emma into it. He

himself caught another cab. He was their prey; they

followed him.

At twenty minutes to five that afternoon, the four

detectives converged outside Bowles's office

building. Hawes and Kling were already in a car

parked across the street, ready to follow Bowles's

limo, which was waiting for him at the curb.

O'Brien and Meyer had followed Denker

downtown, surprised when he led them to Bowles's

building, but unsurprised--now that he was here--

to see Bowles come out and walk directly toward

him. The stock market

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