Free Mourner by Richard Stark

breaking into Kapor's house and grabbing his goods, and that's what we'repros at. So you just let us do it, OK."
    "My dear friend," said Menlo, looking concerned, "please not to misjudge me. I mean no distrust of your abilities. You are most certainly professionals at your craft, and I appreciate this. It is in a spirit of curiosity only that I ask these questions. I would like to learn more." This was all said too earnestly to be sarcasm; Menlo was perched forward on the seat, his hands pressed to his chest in a gesture of honesty.
    Parker would have just told him to keep his mouth shut and watch and learn, but Handy didn't mind talking. "All right," he said, "I'll explain it to you. There's three ways to handle the getaway. You can do like you said, just take off and keep going, maybe a couple hundred miles. Or you can just go two blocks and hole up there till the heat's off. Or you can go a few miles and hole up and wait four or five hours and thentake off and go your couple hundred miles. Now, if you do the first, take off and keep going, you're on the road all the time you're the most hot, and that's the way to get yourself picked up fast. If you hole up real close and stay there a week or two, you're right where the most cops are doing the most looking, and that's the way to get picked up six or seven days after the job, when you go out for more groceries. But if you hole up nearby for a few hours, you throw everybody off stride. If the law is after you and they've thrown up roadblocks, they stay up for a few hours and then the cops figure you either got through quick or you're holed up, and they take the roadblocks down. See what I mean? Right after the job is when they do their looking on the roads, and later on is when they do their looking in town. So right after the job is when we stay in town, and later on is when we're on the roads. It's a feint, like in basketball. You go,but you don't go, and thenyou go."
    Menlo nodded happily. "Yes, I follow. I can see where that would be the method most difficult for the authorities to counteract. But in this case, we need have no fear of authorities. Kapor will feel his loss most deeply, of course, but he will not contact the police."
    "Not Kapor, no. But suppose some servant sees it first, that somebody's broken in, and calls the cops before he tells his boss? So whether Kapor likes it or not, the law will be in on it. Or maybe the Outfit is still hot for that money, and they'll show up at nine-thirty, the way you originally figured. They find out the swag is gone, the Outfit's after us. Or maybe it's your old group, friends of Spannick's. We do it the safe way, the reliable way, and we never get jugged."
    Menlo smiled with a touch of sadness. "I must say you remove the romance most utterly from all this. I had been seeing myself in quite dramatic terms. The defecting policeman, meting out poetic justice to the embezzler by depriving him of his ill-gotten gains, then disappearing again, quite for ever, an enigma to all who seek to find him. But now I find I am merely a participant in a dreary and pedestrian series of quite normal activities opening doors, driving automobiles, sitting in motel rooms." He shrugged and spread his hands.
    Parker slowed the car. The motel was just ahead the Town Motel. They'd picked it because it was on the right side of the road, and because it was built in a U shape, on a slope down from the road, so that parked cars could not be seen from the street.
    Parker made the turn, drove down into the court, and parked. Handy thumbed the watch and read it. "Just over eighteen minutes."
    "Not good," Parker said.
    "It's the fastest way," Handy said.
    They'd spent most of the afternoon trying various suburbs and motels, and this one had been the quickest by far. So now they had run it again at the same time of night they would be coming over it Friday. It was Wednesday, and they could expect a little more traffic on Friday, but they'd still done well. The