You'll Get Yours (Black Gat Books Book 16) by William Ard

Author:William Ard [Ard, William]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery & Detective, Thriller & Suspense, Hard-Boiled
ISBN: 9781944520540
Publisher: Stark House Press
Published: 2019-04-17T12:00:00+00:00

After that scene, the rest of the morning and afternoon dragged slowly. Several times the request came in from the newspapers for question and answer interviews and not less than half a dozen flak-happy lawyers bribed their business cards into my cell. But I wasn’t making any statements and I wasn’t hiring any Spring Street lawyer.

What did surprise me was the lack of attention from the District Attorney’s office. I had expected to spend the day talking to one of the assistants, but lunch and then two o’clock came and went without any word. Then the guard was there, alone, with the news that I was wanted in the interrogation room.

“D.A.?” I asked.

He nodded and took me there.

The fellow behind the worn desk in the room couldn’t have been thirty years old. He introduced himself as Assistant District Attorney DeLuca, told me to make myself comfortable in a chair beside the desk and gave me the general impression that he was glad to see me. So this, I thought, is the new approach.

But then a door on the other side of the room opened and the Homicide Lieutenant, Stern, came through. On his heels, unhappy-faced, was Fred Weaver.

Stern nodded to me but Weaver hardly glanced at my face before taking an inconspicuous chair against a wall.

“Why did you play it the hard way, Glines?” Stern asked me suddenly.

What was going on? Had Fred taken my story to Homicide?

“Weaver found Frankie,” Stern said. “If you’re interested, his last name is Larkin.”

I walked over to Fred. “Did you have any trouble with him?”

The detective shrugged. “He took a shot at me,” he murmured. “I come near breaking his arm.”

“Why didn’t you tell us all about him last night?” Stern demanded.

“Come off it, Lieutenant. You had me in a bag and you know it. Anything I’d said about Frankie you’d have fed to the birds. If you did follow it up it might have ended up on the teletype and that Cadillac would have been salted away in some garage for five years. It wasn’t a job for a department,” I said. “It was strictly a one man investigation.”

The young guy from the D.A. spoke. “Evidently you picked the right man,” he said. “And to tell you the truth I’m a little surprised at that Cadillac angle.”

“There’s no reason to be. It was a ‘56 Fleetwood. The dealers didn’t even show them more than five weeks ago. When you figure at least three weeks for delivery, and when you’ve got the color and the model, finding the owner is no trick. In all the boroughs there are only three Cadillac dealers ...”

“It was Brooklyn,” Fred Weaver said. “But the guy didn’t sell it to anybody named Frankie.” He stopped and looked around, like a man who thinks he’s talking out of turn.

“Finish it for him,” said Stern.

Weaver sighed. He hated to use his voice. “I went to the address. It was an apartment out in Brownsville. Crummy neighborhood. But there was this big, shiny black boat parked right out in front.

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