Part 15 (1/2)
”I don't know,” Roger said.
”What, whyever he did it, I'm glad he did it. I only wish he'd taken more while he was at it. Isn't it just like that old b.i.t.c.h, though, to go screaming to the cops immediately over a piece of junk like that old refrigerator? She's tying up the whole d.a.m.n police force over a machine that was worth three or four bucks.”
”Well, there were only two cops down there,” Roger said.
”Those are the beat cops,” f.o.o.k said. ”In a burglary, they always precede the bulls. You wait and see. The bulls'll be here today asking questions and snooping around, wasting the taxpayers' time and money, and all for a lousy refrigerator that wouldn't bring two and a half bucks on the open market, have another drink.”
”Thanks,” Roger said, and extended his gla.s.s.
9.
The knock on the door awakened him.
f.o.o.k had left at about a quarter to three, taking the remainder of the bourbon with him. Roger had drunk only the two drinks, but he wasn't used to hard whiskey, and he must have begun dozing shortly afterward. He wondered what time it was now. He couldn't have been asleep too long. He sat up in bed and looked around the room, dazed, and then blinked as the knock sounded again.
”Who is it?” he asked.
”Police,” the voice answered.
Police, he thought.
”Just a moment,” he said.
It was probably about the refrigerator. f.o.o.k had said detectives would come around asking about the refrigerator. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and went to the door. It was unlocked. He twisted the k.n.o.b and opened the door wide.
Two men were standing in the hallway. One was very tall, and the other was short. The tall one had red hair with a jagged white streak across the right temple.
”Mr. Broome?” the short one said.
”Yes?” Roger answered.
”I'm Detective Willis,” the short one said. ”This is my partner, Detective Horse. We wonder if we could ask you a few questions.”
”Sure, come in,” Roger said.
He moved back and away from the door. Willis entered the room first and then Horse - had he said Horse? -came in after him and closed the door. Roger sat on the edge of the bed and then indicated the two chairs in the room and said, ”Have a seat, won't you?”
Willis sat in the hard-backed chair near the dresser. Horse - his name couldn't be Horse - stood just behind the chair, one hand resting on the dresser. They were both wearing heavy overcoats. Willis kept his b.u.t.toned. The other one had opened his; he was wearing a plaid sports jacket. Roger could see a leather gun holster clipped to his waist in the opening of the coat and jacket.
”I'm sorry,'” he said, ”what did you say your name was?”
”Me?”
”Yes. Um-huh.”
”Hawes.”
Roger nodded.
”H-A-W-E-S,” the detective said.
”Oh.” Roger smiled. ”I thought you said Horse.”
”No.”
”That would be a funny name. Horse, I mean.”
”No, it's Hawes.”
”Sure,” Roger said.
The room went silent.
”Mr. Broome,” Willis said, ”we got a list of all the tenants from your landlady, Mrs. Dougherty, and we're just making a routine check through the building. I guess you know a refrigerator was stolen from the bas.e.m.e.nt sometime last night.”
”Yes,” he said.
”How did you hear about it, Mr. Broome?” Hawes asked.
”f.o.o.k told me. f.o.o.k Shanahan. He has a room down the hall.”
”f.o.o.k?” Hawes said.
”I think his real name is Frank Hubert Shanahan, or something like that. f.o.o.k is a nickname.”
”I see,” Hawes said. ”When did he tell you about it, Mr. Broome?”
”Oh, I don't know. What time is it now?”
Willis looked at his watch. ”Three o'clock.”
”About a half-hour ago, I guess. Or maybe fifteen minutes, I don't know. He stopped in to tell me about it, and we had a few drinks.”
”But you hadn't known about the refrigerator until he told you, is that right?”
”That's right. Well, actually, I knew something was wrong when I got home a little while ago because I saw Mrs. Dougherty downstairs talking to two policemen.”
”But you didn't know exactly what was wrong until Mr. Shanahan told you about the refrigerator.”
”That's right.”
The two detectives looked at him and said nothing. It almost seemed for a moment that they had no further questions. Willis cleared his throat.
”You understand, Mr. Broome,” he said, ”that this is all routine, and we're in no way implying-”
”Oh, sure,” Roger said.