The Mike Hammer Collection, Volume II: 2 by Mickey Spillane

Author:Mickey Spillane [Spillane, Mickey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, United States, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Mystery, Hard-Boiled, Collections & Anthologies, Private Investigators
ISBN: 0451204255
Amazon: B001QNVPG8
Publisher: NAL
Published: 2001-09-02T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 6

At a quarter past ten I got up, dressed and made myself some breakfast. Right in the middle of it the phone rang and when I answered it the operator told me to hold on for a call from Miami. Velda’s husky voice was a pleasure to hear again. She said, “Mike?”

And I said, “Hello, sweetheart. How’s everything?”

“Fine. At least it’s partly fine. Our boy got out on a plane, but he left all the stuff behind. The insurance investigator is here making an inventory of the stuff now.”

“Great, great. Try to promote yourself a bonus if you can.”

“That wouldn’t be hard,” she laughed. “He’s already made a pass. Mike, miss me?”

I felt like a heel, but I wasn’t lying when I said, “Hell yes, I miss you.”

“I don’t mean as a business partner.”

“Neither do I, kitten.”

“You won’t have to miss me long. I’m taking the afternoon train out.”

My fingers started batting out dots and dashes on the table. I wanted her back but not too soon. I didn’t want anybody else climbing all over me. “You stay there,” I told her. “Stay on that guy’s tail. You’re still on salary from the company and if you can get a line on him now they’ll cut us in for more business later. They’re as interested in him as they are in recovering the stuff.”

“But, Mike, the Miami police are doing all they can.”

“Where’d he hop to?”

“Some place in Cuba. That’s where they lost him.”

“Okay, get over to Cuba then. Take a week and if it’s no dice forget it and come on home.”

She didn’t say anything for a few seconds. “Mike ... is something wrong up there?”

“Don’t be silly.”

“You sound like it. If you’re sending me off ...”

“Look, kid,” I cut her off, “you’d know about it if anything was wrong. I just got up and I’m kind of sleepy yet. Be a good girl and stay on that case, will you?”

“All right. Love me?”

“You’ll never know,” I said.

She laughed again and hung up. She knew. Women always know.

I went back and finished my breakfast, had a smoke then turned on the faucet in the bathroom sink to bring the hot water up. While I shaved I turned on the radio and picked up the commentator who was just dropping affairs in Washington to get back to New York and as far as he was concerned the only major problem of the day was the District Attorney’s newest successes in the gambling probe. At some time last night a series of raids had been carried out successfully and the police dragnet had brought in some twenty-five persons charged with bookmaking. He gave no details, but hinted that the police were expecting to nail the kingpins in the near future.

When I finished shaving I opened my door and took the tabloid out of the knob to see what the press had to say about it. The front page carried the pictures of those gathered in the roundup with appropriate captions while the inside double spread had a layout showing where the bookies had been operating.

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