Right as Rain: A Novel by George P. Pelecanos

Author:George P. Pelecanos
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Washington (D.C.), Police Procedural, Police corruption, Suspense, Racism, Mystery & Detective, Private investigators - Washington (D.C.), Private investigators, Hard-Boiled, General, FIC022010, Derek (Fictitious character), Strange, Mystery fiction, Thrillers, African American detectives, African American, Fiction, African Americans
ISBN: 9780316695268
Publisher: Little, Brown, and Co.
Published: 2001-02-15T03:51:00.238135+00:00

“I’VE got a couple more stops today,” said Strange. “I’d take you home, but it’s not on my way.”

“Drop me at the Union Station Metro,” said Quinn. “I’ll catch the Red Line uptown.”

Strange pulled the Caprice away from the curb. “Nevada Smith is on TNT tonight. You know that one?”

“Uh—huh. That’s a good one. McQueen was the real thing.”

“That’s the one ends with that old guy from Streets of San Francisco, with the nose —”

“Karl Malden.”

“Yeah, him. McQueen shoots him a couple of times, but he doesn’t kill him. Gets off of that revenge trip he’s been on right there, finds his humanity, and leaves Malden in the river. McQueen’s riding away on his horse, and Malden’s yellin’ at him to finish him off, screaming, over and over, 'You’re yella… . you haven’t got the guts!’ I get the chills thinkin’ about it, man.”

“You gonna watch it?”

“I’m takin’ a woman to the fights.”

“Your girlfriend?”

“More like a friend kind of thing, the woman who runs my office, Janine Baker. I been knowin’ her for a long time. Nothin’ all that serious.”

“Friend kind of thing’s the best kind, you ask me.”

“Yeah, I believe you’re right. What about you?”

“I got a date myself. Girl named Juana I been seeing.”

Strange looked across the bench. “Y’all got specific plans?”

“We were just going to go out, figure it out then.”

“Why don’t the two of you come with me and Janine? I got extra tickets, man.”

“I wouldn’t mind. But I have to see if Juana’s into it.” “Check it out with her and give me a call. My beeper number’s on that card I gave you.” “I will.” Strange turned onto North Capitol. Quinn said, “Here’s good,” and opened the door as Strange slowed the car to a stop. “Hey, Terry. Thanks again for the record, man.” “My pleasure,” said Quinn. They shook hands. Quinn walked toward Union Station.

Strange drove north.

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