The Hunter: A Parker Novel by Richard Stark

Author:Richard Stark
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Criminals, General Interest, Mystery & Detective, Hard-Boiled, Fiction, Detective and mystery stories, Suspense, Suspense fiction, Crime, Parker (Fictitious character)
ISBN: 9780226770994
Publisher: University Of Chicago Press
Published: 2008-09-01T04:55:32+00:00

PART THREE

1

FOR PARKER, it had been a cold thin trail from Stegman the cabman in Canarsie to the window of the St David Hotel. The Canarsie thing had been a dead end. Lynn had been easy to find; she'd had a telephone listing under her own name. No reason for her not to – Parker was supposed to be dead. But Mal was more cautious. Or he was using a different name.

So Parker had come back to Manhattan from Canarsie, to the hotel where they'd kept the room for him because he hadn't told them otherwise. He'd stripped off the clothing he'd worn for the last three days, showered and shaved, dressed again, and gone out for something to eat, and to think it over…

Sitting at the table in the restaurant, he'd worked it out in his mind. He'd tried to get to Mal through Lynn, and the trail had gone cold almost before it started. So now he'd have to try it a different way. Mal was supposed to be connected with the syndicate again. Maybe he could find him through the syndicate.

He didn't like it that way. Syndicate people had a reputation for sticking together. He'd start nosing around and, the first thing, Mal would hear about it. Mal would know he was alive and looking for him. But it ought to flush him out. And otherwise the whole thing was hung up, no place to go.

He finished his meal and took a cab uptown to Central Park West and 104th Street. This was the wrong end of the park where the slums had spread south and east to lap at the very edge of the greenery. Parker walked west on 104th till he came to the grocery store. BODEGA, it called itself, Spanish for grocery, in black letters on yellow, beneath the Pepsi-Cola emblem. Underneath BODEGA it gave the proprietor's name in smaller black letters. Delgardo.

Inside there was a stink compounded of roach poison, rotted flour, floor wax, old wood, humankind and a hundred other things. Two short heavy women in shiny black fingered the hard rolls. In the narrow space behind the counter a tiny fat man with a thick mustache scratched his left elbow and looked at nothing at all.

Parker pushed past the women and said to the man, "Is Jimmy around these days?"

Delgardo kept scratching his elbow. His eyes came back from infinity and studied Parker's face. "You a friend of Jimmy's?"

"Yeah."

"So how come you don't know where he is?"

"We lost touch."

"So how come I never seen you before?"

"Jimmy drove for me on that payroll job in Buffalo."

Delgardo's hands twitched suddenly, and his eyes flicked in alarm to the two women. In a quick undertone he said, "Don't talk that way."

Without lowering his voice Parker said, "You wanted to know who I was. Now you know. Now you can tell me where Jimmy is."

Delgardo fidgeted a minute, but the two women had shown no signs of interest. He fingered his mustache nervously and said, "Come in the back.

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