Elmore Leonard - City Primeval

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Clement Mansell knows how easy it is to get away with murder. The seriously crazed killer is already back on the Detroit streets -- thanks to some nifty courtroom moves by his crafty looker of a lawyer -- and he's feeling invincible enough to execute a crooked Motown judge on a whim. Homicide Detective Raymond Cruz thinks the "Oklahoma Wildman" crossed the line long before this latest outrage, and he's determined to see that the hayseed psycho does not slip through the legal system's loopholes a second time. But that means a good cop is going to have to play somewhat fast and loose with the rules -- in order to maneuver Mansell into a wild Midwest showdown that he won't be walking away from.

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Raymond turned to Carolyn and said, “I’m not this casual, not at all.”

“You convinced me,” she said.

Hunter had gone home at seven and returned just before noon. He kept in contact with Raymond using a phone that MCMU had taken out of Sweety’s residence and connected to a jack in the recently vacated flat next door. Along with Hunter there were six MCMU officers in the flat, three armed with shotguns, watching front and rear. There were no automobiles on the street that could be identified as police cars. Hunter called every hour.

At noon he said, “Everything’s cool. Sweety’s in the bar, the key’s under the mat.”

At 12:50 Hunter said, “Where’d you sleep, on the couch?… Yeah, how come you’re changing the subject?”

At 1:55 Hunter said, “I’m gonna have Herzog put you in for a citation. ‘Without regard for his own personal safety’… You getting much?”

At 2:25 Hunter said, “Black Cadillac went past, turned around up the street, coming back. Here we go. Parking right in front.”

“I’m on my way,” Raymond said.

“Shit,” Hunter said.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s not Mansell. It’s his dizzy girlfriend.”

She was supposed to walk through it, no problem, nothing to get excited about. Fine. Except it took forever to get the front door open while she danced around, dying to go to the bathroom. She couldn’t find the basement light switch. She tried to open the hot water heater before she realized it wasn’t the furnace. She found the gun, the Walther, and dropped it in the brown leather shoulder bag she’d brought along. Upstairs again when she went to use the phone, it wasn’t there. Hey, come on. She found a phone in the kitchen, dialed and said, “The way it’s going, I almost forgot why I fucking came in here. It just isn’t my day… Yeah, I got it… No, I haven’t seen a soul.” She listened to his voice that was almost a whisper and said, “Hang around for what? You want me to bring it or not?” She looked outside, studying the cars on the street as she was supposed to, and came out looking up and down, dragging the shoulderbag along by the straps, got in the Cadillac and drove off.

Raymond crossed over from Carolyn’s gray Mercedes as Hunter and the MCMU officers came out of the flat next to Sweety’s.

Hunter said, “You see her? She’s so stoned I bet she don’t even know she was here.”

When Toma looked out and saw the car, he thought of a time when he was sixteen and had sighted down the barrel of a Mauser on a Russian soldier who had got out of his truck to relieve himself-the same distance from the apartment window to the car across the street-and had killed the man with one shot. He had waited three days for a Russian truck. He had been in Skender’s apartment perhaps three minutes, getting some books to take to the hospital, and had not looked out the window with the hope or intention of seeing something of interest. But there it was, Skender’s black Cadillac.

Sometimes you had to work hard and sometimes it was handed to you. Toma put the books on the windowsill and took out his .32-caliber Beretta. Then saw that he wasn’t being handed everything. The person in the car was a young girl with funny looking golden hair. Smoking a cigarette. Taking her time.

Toma watched for several minutes. Finally the girl got out of the car and slammed the door. Then opened it again and bent over to reach inside, held this pose for nearly a minute, then came out again with a brown leather bag that appeared worn and soft. The girl held it at her side by the shoulder strap as she crossed the street, the bottom of the bag brushing the pavement, and entered the building’s courtyard. Toma stepped back from the window. She passed along the walk to the front entrance. Now she stood there. She didn’t go into the vestibule, she stood outside, waiting, not more than thirty feet from Toma, who was looking at her back now. She seemed relaxed but didn’t move. Toma turned, looking toward the street again.

A gray Mercedes passed slowly. A black Ford passed… another one.

He’s here, Toma thought.

But how could he be?

Then knew-as he turned to look at the girl again and saw the glass door open and Mansell step outside- in the basement . In the room made for hiding.

Or in the apartment upstairs Skender was preparing, furnishing.

Jesus, the man had nerve. Toma went to his knees to raise the window, slowly. The screen was still in place; he’d fire through it. Men with nerve died like anyone else if shot in the right place. But the girl was in the way. He could see only a small part of Mansell. The girl was holding up the big leather purse. Mansell, yes, had a gun in his hand. Toma aimed carefully. But Mansell would move, lean to look past the girl toward the street. Now he was reaching into the purse-Toma thinking, What is this? Is it a show? For a moment he thought he saw a different gun in Mansell’s hand.

Why doesn’t he hurry?

Now he was going inside, the glass door closing, the girl turning away but taking her time.

It was in Toma’s mind to run, now , meet him in the hall…

But something strange was going on. The girl was walking out of the courtyard with the same uncertain but uncaring stride… then stepping out of the way, onto the grass, and Toma saw familiar faces, Raymond Cruz, Hunter, homicide people, and some not familiar, a woman with them-coming quickly along the entrance walk, past his front-row seat.

Yes, like a show, Toma thought.

Raymond Cruz was looking at the girl. He seemed to hesitate. The girl nodded, once. Not nodding hello, but saying something with the nod. Cruz kept going with the others. All of them eager. Of course-because they know Mansell’s inside.

It is a show, Toma thought.

They were in the vestibule now. He could hear someone buzzing the door open for them.

The girl with the strange blond hair was still in the courtyard, forgotten-looking inside her big purse now, feeling in there like she was looking for her keys as she walked out to the street-past a uniformed policeman getting out of a squad car-and across the street to Skender’s Cadillac.

If she had given Mansell a gun and was leaving him here, of all places- No, not of all places, the only place!

Toma ran from Skender’s apartment down the hall to the back stairs, hearing others on the stairs above him. He turned off the light and started down, as quietly as he could, still not certain what the show was about, even though he had thought of a way to end it.

29

STANDING IN THE FIRST-FLOOR HALLWAY,the MCMU people hurrying past them, Carolyn said, “Does this happen often?”

They had searched every apartment, every room, every closet in the building and were still going up and down halls past each other. Around in circles, Raymond thought. There was no way Mansell could have gotten out, nowhere between the roof and the basement he could be hiding.

He said to her, “We’ll find him.”

“But he’s not here.”

“Yes, he is,” Raymond said, with nothing to lose.

Hunter came up to them. He said, “Well?”

Raymond pictured again what he had seen from the car, going past slowly in Carolyn’s Mercedes: Sandy at the door, Clement coming out. Going past again… going in then as Sandy came out, seeing her nod, accepting it because he was anxious, evidently too anxious…

He said, “Where’s Sandy?” Hunter looked at him. He looked at Hunter.

Carolyn said, “I don’t believe this.” She watched Hunter walk off toward the front of the building. “What do you do now?”

“Wait,” Raymond said.

“For what?”

Hunter turned and started back. “Hey, you see Toma yet? He’s here.”

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