New York City at the present time. Sure, in Coon Squat, Georgia, where they have one homicide in a decade, yeah, they grab the town asshole and nail him to a tree. But not here, not recently. Christ, Marlene, thatâs why these bozos Bloom put in have been copping stone killers to man deuce. Thatâs what Iâm trying to change. Itâs hard to convict someone who youâre absolutely one hundred percent convinced is guilty. Trials are a bitch! And you could get wiped if you donât know what the hell youâre doing. Thatâs why they donât do them.â
âOkay, right, but what if Roland is really convinced the guy did it?â
Karp thought about that for a moment, and then said, âWell, look: this case is two days old. Two days. Theyâve made terrific progress, and Roland is hyped up about it. I would be too. Now if, after however many months, Roland brings this case to trial, then heâll really believe the guy did it, and moreover, if he does, then the guy really did it. Roland is good.â
âYouâre going to leave it at that, huh?â
âWhat do you want me to do, babe? Second-guess him? Conduct a parallel investigation? You know I canât do that. Meanwhile, Rolandâll do the right thing when the time comes.â
âWell,â said Marlene, âyou have touching faith, but faith is as nothing without works. You might think about an ancillary investigation.â
âHow do you mean?â
âWhereâs the girl? The alibi? Sheâs missing, a missing person. Her family will be concerned.â
âWhat are you suggesting, Marlene? That I pump up the cops to find a girl who just happens to be a possible material witness in Rolandâs case? What do I tell Roland? Gee, Roland, there are fifty thousand missing persons every year in Manhattan, and I thought Iâd pick one and put the max on it, just for laughs, and guess who it isââ
âOkay, okay, itâs a lame idea. Why are we talking about this goddamn case anyway? Itâs not like I donât have my own problems. And speaking of which, since weâre talking shop in the sanctity of our home, I think I can get Harry Bello to come over to the D.A. squad.â
âYou can? Thatâs great,â said Karp, genuinely impressed. Bello was a detective of uncanny skill, whose eccentricity, alcoholism, and general mulishness had caused him to be banished to a backwater in Queens, which had not prevented him from solving, in concert with the Karps, a case that the criminal justice hierarchy in Queens had not wanted solved. Bello had become, as a direct result of this, both dry and Lucy Karpâs godfather, as well as persona non grata from one end of Queens to the other.
âYes,â Marlene continued, âthe borough assistant chief was delighted to help. In fact, he gave out that if Harry never sets foot on his turf again, itâll be a day too soon. Heâll start next Monday.â
âI presume youâll monopolize him,â said Karp.
âItâs not a choice. I doubt heâll work for anybody else. You know Harry.â
âVery clever, Marlene. Your own private investigator, and I bet itâs a permanent steal. Harryâs not going to show up on the D.A. squadâs budget, is he? Heâll be on the Queens detective chart until the day he hands in his tin.â
She giggled. âHow well you know me, my love. And I learned how to run that scam from you, if you recall.â
âSo you did,â responded Karp, happy now that both the unpleasantness about Rolandâs case and the agony in his knee had abated. âAnd I believe itâs time for us to stand clutching each other at our babyâs doorway, watching her sleeping and making stupid noises, after which, if youâll help me climb that fucking ladder, I intend to take to my bed.â
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