the end of the day, he had done something right. He missed all of it, despite everything that had happened in Michigan.
âThought you were long gone.â
Louis hadnât heard Wainwright come out the door. âEvening, Dan.â
âYou look like you were a hundred miles away.â
âYeah.â Louis rose and took a deep breath. âI think you did the right thing droppping the charges against Roberta Tatum.â
âYouâre probably right,â Wainwright. âBut I still got some concerns about the brother. I think itâs possible Levon got pissed enough at Walter to kill him, and maybe that pushed him off the deep end and he took it out on Anthony Quick, too.â
âMaybe,â Louis said. âRoberta told me something interesting. Walter Tatum threw Levon out once for stealing from the store.â
âLevon did some jail time here and there for assault and he got into some court-ordered drug rehab program. I didnât know about the stealing though. It adds to motive.â
âIt still doesnât explain why Levon would kill Quick. He was a stranger,â Louis said.
âDrugs can mess up your head,â Wainwright said.
Wainwright was staring off down the street, his brows furrowed. âRoberta put up a reward,â he said finally.
âShe told me,â Louis said.
âDo you know what thatâll do? The screwballs are going to come out of the woodwork now. People would turn in their mother if they thought theyâd get some bucks out of it. Not to mention the reporters and PIâs. Goddamn amateurs.â
Wainwright looked quickly at Louis. âDidnât mean you, Kincaid. Youâre not a real PI anyway.â
Louis forced a smile. He guessed that was a compliment.
Wainwright cleared his throat. âSo, when you heading back to Michigan?â
âSoon,â Louis said.
âI guess that means you didnât send away for that PI license application then.â
Louis shook his head. He knew it was time to say his good-byes and walk away, but he didnât.
Wainwright leaned against the railing, looking out at the parking lot. Across the street, some people were coming out of the Lazy Flamingo, laughing as they piled into a car.
âWhoever it is, I donât think heâs finished,â Wainwright said.
Louis nodded. âI had the same feeling.â
Wainwright looked at him. âYou ever work a case like this before?â
Louis shook his head. The car peeled out of the Flamingoâs lot, trailing laughter in the warm night air.
âYou donât realize at first what it can do,â Wainwright said. âYouâre working, trying to catch the fucker, doing your job, and you donât even notice what itâs doing to you. It gets inside you until one day you realize looking at stiffs isnât any harder than cleaning up cat shit.â
Louis stared at him. Ask me to stay.
The moment lengthened. âI better get going,â Louis said finally.
âYou wanna go across the street and get a beer?â Wainwright asked.
âMargaret locks up at ten. Iâd better go.â
Wainwright nodded and started up the steps. Louis turned to the parking lot.
âHey, Kincaid. Have a nice flight,â Wainwright said.
Chapter Ten
Wainwright sifted slowly through the autopsy photos. Tatumâs battered face. Quickâs bloated body. Two men. Two strong, healthy men without enemies. Men from different states and different professions. And nothing to link them but the color of their skin.
Across from him, Officer Greg Candy craned his neck to look at them. Wainwright noticed Candy made no move to turn them around for a better viewing.
âThe doc call yet with his final report?â
âNo, sir,â Candy said. âYou want me to try him again?â
Before Wainwright could answer, there was a knock. Wainwright hollered, âCome inâ and a man entered. He wore a
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