James Chase - Tiger by the Tail

“But this is fantastic! Suppose you don’t find Dorman? What happens to me?”

“We’ll think about that when the time comes.”

“What about my wife?”

“You should have thought about her before you played around with Fay Carson.” Adams finished his drink and set down his glass. “Now, take it easy. You stay here. I’m going back to headquarters. I want to find out what they are doing.”

“I forgot to tell you I saw Gilda Dorman at the Blue Rose that night,” Ken said. “Did you know she and Fay Carson once shared an apartment together?”

Adams put on his hat.

“I didn’t know, but I can’t see it has anything to do with our problem. You take it easy. Leave this to me.”

“I’d better see a lawyer,” Ken said uneasily.

“Plenty of time to see a lawyer. Relax, can’t you? You’re safe here. Go to bed. The spare room is through that door. I’ve got to go,” Adams said, and nodding, he left the apartment.

Ken got to his feet, went over to the window and watched the Lieutenant drive away. His mind was in a whirl. This was an incredible position to be in. He had a disturbing idea that Adams was only using him as a political pawn. If the gamble came off, all would be well, but if it didn’t, then Adams might wash his hands of him.

He thought of Ann returning to the empty bungalow. He couldn’t remain in this apartment indefinitely. The best thing he could do was to consult a

first-class attorney and put himself into his hands.

He was still trying to make up his mind which attorney to go to when the telephone bell rang. He hesitated for a moment, then, thinking it might be Adams to tell him what was happening at headquarters, he lifted the receiver.

“That you, Lieutenant?” A deep, rich voice, which Ken instantly recognized as Sam Darcy’s, whispered in his ear. “The Lieutenant’s out. I think he’s at headquarters.” There was a pause, then Darcy said, “Can you take a message?”

“I guess so.”

“Okay, tell him a guy who looked like Johnny Dorman was seen on Tux’s cruiser, Willow Point. My man only caught a glimpse of him and he won’t swear it was Johnny.”

Ken felt a tingle of excitement run up his spine.

“I’ll tell him.”

“The cruiser’s anchored in the estuary. He’ll know.”

“Okay,” Ken said, and hung up.

For a long moment he stood thinking, then he put a call through to police headquarters.

“Give me Lieutenant Adams,” he said to the desk sergeant.

“He’s not here. Who’s calling?”

“He’s on his way down. Hasn’t he arrived yet?”

“He’s been in and he’s gone out again. What is it?”

Ken replaced the receiver.

Suppose Dorman left the cruiser before he could tell Adams where he was? he thought. If he were to get out of this jam, he had to help himself.

He would go to the waterfront and watch the cruiser until Adams came.

He went to Adams’ desk, wrote down Darcy’s message, added that he was going to try to find the Willow Point and urged Adams to come as quickly as he could. He left the message on the table, grabbed his hat and left the apartment. He cautiously opened the front door.

Rain was falling, and the wet darkness gave him a feeling of security. He went down the steps and, turning left, he walked as quickly as he could towards the river.

Sean O’Brien tapped on Gilda’s dressing-room door, waited a moment, then turned the handle and entered.

Gilda was changing. She reached hurriedly for her wrap, then changed her mind when she saw O’Brien, and went to him quickly.

“Sorry,” he said, smiling at her. “I should have waited a little longer.”

“Is it all right, Sean?” she asked, her great green eyes dark with anxiety.

“Of course.” He took her in his arms and kissed her. “You should lock the door, kid. Anyone could have walked in.”

“I thought I had. What happened, Sean?” She moved back to the dressingtable while he watched her, thinking how beautiful she was.

“Manchini won’t worry you again. I’ve had a scare thrown into him, and he scares fast.”

She slipped into a simple white evening dress that made her look, to O’Brien’s eyes, much more seductive dian when she was wearing her nightclub finery.

“I don’t know what I should do without you,” she said, going to the dressing-table and sitting down.

He laughed.

“That’s what I’m here for.” He took a cigar from his case, sat down and slowly removed the band. “So Manchini saw Johnny last night?”

“That’s what he said, but I don’t believe him". He was trying to scare me into taking him back to my apartment.”

“Then you don’t think he gave Johnny Fay’s address?”

She hesitated, then turned to face him.

“I know he didn’t. Darling, forgive me, I didn’t tell you the truth about Johnny. I did see him last night. He was at my apartment when I returned from the Casino. He’s scared of you, Sean. He dunks you made me put him in the home. He made me promise not to tell you I had seen him. I’ve told him over and over again you had nothing to do with putting him in the home, but he doesn’t believe me. He stayed the night with me. That’s why I know he couldn’t have killed Fay.”

O’Brien nodded, and wondered why she continued to lie to him.

“You should have told me that before, kid. Never mind. Is he still at your place?”

“No. He’s gone. I’m worried, Sean. He left no note. He’s just vanished. You don’t think the police have arrested him?”

O’Brien shook his head.

“Of course not. I should have heard. Relax, kid. He’s probably decided to get out of town. Didn’t you say he was going to New York?”

“He did say he might go, but he hadn’t any money. That’s what worries me. He can’t have gone to New York…”

“How do you know he hasn’t borrowed money from someone? He always was an opportunist. Don’t worry about him. He can take care of himself. Come and have supper with me.”

“Not tonight, Sean. I want to go home. He may have returned.”

O’Brien lifted his shoulders good-humouredly.

“Okay. Do you want me to come back with you?”

“I’d rather go back alone.”

“Anything you say, kid.”

He got out of the chair and handed her her wrap.

“I’ll see if I can find out anything. If I get news of him I’ll call you.”

“You’re terribly good to me, Sean.”

She raised her face and he kissed her.

“It’s my job to be good to you.”

When she had driven away in a taxi, O’Brien walked slowly over to the parking lot, got into his Cadillac and stared emptily into the darkness.

Johnny was a nuisance, he decided. He always would be a nuisance. Even if he were lucky enough to get out of this mess, there would be other messes. Sooner or later he would get into the kind of trouble O’Brien couldn’t handle. It was a bleak outlook to be saddled with a brother-in-law like Johnny. Now he had Johnny where he wanted him, he would be a mug not to settle him once and for all.

He brooded for several minutes, playing with the idea of being rid of Johnny for good. The more he thought about it, the more of a temptation the idea became.

In the past, O’Brien had never hesitated to get rid of troublemakers, but he had got out of the habit of wiping out his enemies. He should have let Tux knock off Paradise Louie instead of beating him up. The quiet, secluded life he had been living for the past three years had made him soft, he thought, grimacing. With a set-up like this before him he couldn’t afford to be soft. He knew Lindsay Burt would try and make capital out of Fay’s murder. Someone in his camp would be certain to remember Johnny had threatened Fay, and knowing Johnny was Gilda’s brother and Gilda was going to marry O’Brien, pressure would be brought to bear on the Commissioner to find Johnny.