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Ed McBain: The House That Jack Built

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Ed McBain The House That Jack Built
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    The House That Jack Built
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When Ralph, a loving older brother upset by his brother’s gay lifestyle, is accused of his murder and the evidence points to his guilt, Matthew Hope must work with a few fleeting but crucial clues to prove Ralph’s innocence.

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Warren raised his hand.

“Ishtar!” he called. “Here!”

Kabul turned, squinted into the near-darkness.

“Here!” Warren called again, and waggled the fingers on his right hand.

Kabul came over to the table.

“Do I know you?” he asked.

“Now you do,” Warren said, and flashed a big watermelon-eating grin. “Sit down, Ish. We got some talking to do.”

“Nobody calls me Ish,” Kabul said, and started to walk away.

“What did Jonathan Parrish call you?” Warren said to his back.

Kabul stopped dead in his tracks. Black jeans tight across the buns he was advertising. Slowly he turned, like a man in a vaudeville routine.

Who?” he said.

“Jonathan Parrish,” Warren said. “Sit down.”

Kabul hesitated.

“Sit, darling, I won’t bite you,” Warren said, and flashed the Sambo grin again.

Kabul looked him over, blue eyes intense, wondering.

And finally sat.

He looped the handle of the black umbrella over the back of his chair.

He looked across the table at Warren.

“So?” he said.

“So where’ve you been all my life?” Warren said. “Or at least since last Saturday?”

“What are you?” Kabul asked. “Fuzz?”

“Semi,” Warren said.

“Meaning?”

“I’m a private investigator.”

“But you’re kidding! Are there really such things?”

“In person,” Warren said.

“Will wonders never?” Kabul said, and shook his head.

“So, Ish,” Warren said, “you favor black, huh?”

“Occasionally,” Kabul said. “Your place or mine?”

“Naughty, naughty,” Warren said, repeating the words Summers had said to Kabul on the night of the party, courtesy of Ralph Parrish, now languishing in jail for the murder of his brother. The words did not seem to ring a bell. Kabul’s eyes were wandering the room now, searching for a likely partner. He seemed bored with what was going down at the table here.

“You were wearing black the night of the party, weren’t you?” Warren said.

“What party?” Kabul asked. Still bored with all this shit.

“Here it is,” Warren said. “Straight. You were wearing black on the night before the murder. Parrish’s brother saw someone in black running away from the house on the morning of the murder. I want to know where you were at seven a.m. that morning, while Parrish was getting himself stabbed.”

“Home in bed.”

“Alone?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Who with?”

“A lady named Christie Hewes.”

“A lady?”

“A lady, yes.”

“You’re a switch-hitter, Ish?”

“I’d make it with an alligator if it didn’t have such sharp teeth.”

“Do the police know about this lady?”

“The police know about her. They’ve talked to her, they know I was with her. Anyway, what is this? The police already have their killer.”

“We don’t think so, Ish.”

“Who’s we?”

“Me,” Warren said. “You’re sure about this lady, huh?”

“I’m sure.” Kabul smiled. “What’s your name?” he asked.

“Warren Chambers.”

“Should I call you Warr?”

“No.”

“Then don’t call me Ish.”

“What’s your square handle, Ish?”

“You’re impossible,” Kabul said, and rolled his eyes.

“Herman? Archibald? Rodney? If you picked Ishtar, it must’ve been a lulu.”

“What’s your square handle?” Kabul said. “Leroy?”

“That’s getting racist, right?” Warren said.

“No, Amos would be racist.”

He was beginning to enjoy all this. He didn’t think this was serious here. He figured the cops had already been to see him, so why should he tell anything to a two-bit private eye? It was time for a little dog-and-pony act, time to lay a little bullshit on the man.

“Let me splain something, Sapphire,” Warren said. “We have a client who is facing the electric chair, dig? Now let’s suppose we ask the State Attorney to run a little lineup, and let’s say our man identifies you as the cat he saw running off up the beach…”

“Why would he do that? I was home in bed. That would be perjury.”

“Why, gosh, I suppose it would. But maybe he’ll think perjury’s better than the electric chair, huh? Are you getting the drift, Ish?”

“Don’t call me Ish.”

“Ishtar, excuse me. Is it beginning to penetrate, Ishtar?”

“I love the words you use,” Kabul said. “Penetrate.”

“Could you please cut the tutti-frutti?” Warren said. “What do you want me to do, Ishtar? Open this can of worms for the State Attorney, or keep it all in the family?” Still bullshitting. The S.A. already had his case, and he wasn’t about to run a lineup. “Decide, okay?”

“I was in bed with a lady named Christie Hewes.”

“That’s your story, huh?”

“The police checked with her, they…”

“I’ll be checking with her, too,” Warren said.

“So check.”

“I will. And I’m a lot better than the police. You’d better be damn sure you were with her. Otherwise, when our man identifies you…”

“You’re not frightening me.”

“Good, I don’t mean to frighten you. I’ll be running along now,” Warren said, and rose, and shoved back his chair. “Nice talking to you,” he said, “I’ll give Christie your regards.”

“Wait a minute,” Kabul said. “Sit down.”

Warren kept standing.

“She’s scared enough as it is,” Kabul said. “Leave her alone, okay?”

“Scared of what?”

“Shit, man, this is a murder case!”

“Really? Gee.”

“Your guy gives the cops a bunch of shit about a man in black…”

“You,” Warren said.

“No, damn it, not me! Somebody he made up. To save his ass.”

“You’re beginning to catch on,” Warren said. “The minute he makes positive identification…”

“Leave Christie alone, okay?”

“Why?”

“I don’t want the police visiting her again. She already signed a statement.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You go there and scare her…”

“Me?”

“You get her to change her story…”

“Oh? Was she lying, Ishtar?”

“I’m not saying she was lying. But if she changes her story…”

“That means she was lying.”

“And if then your guy says I’m the one he saw on the beach…”

“Which is just what he will say, I promise you.”

“Then we’re both in trouble.”

“You more than the lady. Scare her how, Ishtar?”

“Into saying I wasn’t really with her.”

“But you were, weren’t you? That’s what you told the police. That’s what Christie swore to.”

“Yes.”

“Then what are you worried about?”

“I’m not worried.”

“Good. Then I’ll just go talk to her.”

“No. Wait.”

Warren waited.

“I don’t want to get anyone in trouble,” Kabul said.

“Who don’t you want to get in trouble?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

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