Jimmy Parisi- A Chicago Homicide Trilogy by Thomas Laird

Author:Thomas Laird [Laird, Thomas]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Publisher: Endeavour Media
Published: 2018-04-09T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

[April 1999]

Mason of the FBI wanted to know why we were looking at Theresa Rojas after all these years. He came stomping into my office with his long-legged assistant, the choice morsel over whom Doc salivated, and he demanded to know what the story was. Why were we harassing an ex-witness to a dead case?

‘Dead case?’ I asked.

‘You know what I mean, Lieutenant.’

The pretty assistant sat across from me. Doc was still in the head, relieving himself. With his prostate, it took a while.

‘Why do you care if I take a look at Ms Rojas? If the case is dead — ’

‘We’re watching her. If you hang around her, you might keep some interesting people away from her. You might inadvertently make her seem hot…Do you follow, Lieutenant?’

‘Why don’t you explain it to me?’ I asked, smiling disingenuously.

Doc walked in with his Poetry magazine tucked under his right arm.

‘The crapper and the muse,’ he cracked. ‘One cannot exist without the other. The duality of things. The beautiful and the obscene.’

My partner was eyeballing Mason’s Number Two as he said it.

‘I’m telling you, Jimmy. Leave her alone. You’ll be messing with an ongoing — ’

‘And what the hell do you suppose my deal with Anglin is? That’s been ongoing for thirty-one years!’

‘Look. Just stay clear. It’s a federal investigation.’

He stood. The beauty accompanying the beast rose. Doc murmured something lascivious, just out of anyone’s earshot.

‘What was that all about?’ Doc asked me after Mason and his assistant had left my office.

We could hear the clicking of the assistant’s high heels all the way down the hall.

‘We’re being told that Theresa Rojas is out of bounds to us.’

‘By those federal pukes?’

I nodded.

‘Hey…Have you got anything back about that woman’s medication?’

‘No. Not yet.’

‘Let me show that list you made to Mari. I’m taking her out for lunch…Want to join us?’

When Doc assured me he was not taking his pediatrician wife to Garvin’s saloon, I assented.

*

Mari, Doc’s spouse, was very dark. A Hindu. The mother of an adopted young black child. A child my partner adored more than he did his own continued respiration.

We took Mari to an overpriced diner in Niles. It wasn’t far from her office. She was very short on time because she had an overstocked list of patients.

I showed her what I had written down at Theresa Rojas’s room at the hospital in Elgin.

‘I’m not familiar with these three…But these two are very heavy sedatives. Why are you asking?’ She looked over at me.

I took a sip from my Diet Coke. Then I looked back at her. She was so dark, her skin was almost a blue-black. She was also one of the most truly beautiful women I had ever personally met.

‘I think someone has been keeping her in that hospital room for over thirty years. I don’t know if it’s sedation or some kind of psychosis-inducing stuff they’re feeding her, but I think they’re holding her prisoner with a hypodermic.’

‘My God,’ Mari gasped. ‘How terrible…Can you prove any of this?’

‘No.

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