Бретт Холлидей - Murder in Haste

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Who’d ever think that things would reach such a pass in Miami that Mike Shayne would come to the rescue of his arch-enemy, Peter Painter?
Well, that’s the situation in the Redhead’s 40th case. The dapper chief of detectives of Miami Beach plays things just a little too close to his chest this time, concealing vital information that might clear a convicted murderer until the very last moment before his execution to cash in on the publicity value; and then getting himself kidnapped by a ruthless gang of killers who are determined to keep him out of circulation until an innocent man is electrocuted.
Mike Shayne really doesn’t care whether Peter Painter comes out of it alive or not — though he does realize that life would lose some of its savor if there were no Peter Painter for him to needle. But he is concerned about a miscarriage of justice... egged on by the lovely and willing wife of the accused man, and the lovely and not-unwilling widow of the victim.
Ironically enough, while all the clues point to Shayne as Painter’s probable kidnapper and while all the detectives of Miami and Miami Beach are combing the twin cities for the rangy Redhead, he is engaged in an electrifying struggle against time to locate Painter and save him despite himself.
It takes a bomb thrown into the hospital room of a paralyzed man (occupied by Shayne) and the deliberate sinking of a luxury cruiser in the waters of Biscayne Bay (with Painter trapped below decks) to bring this fast-paced story to an exciting and unpredictable climax.
This country’s toughest private eye, and Miami’s most-publicized citizen has never been in a tighter spot or fought his way through against greater odds.
If you watch the Redhead’s synthetic adventures on NBC TV every Friday night, you’ll enjoy reading this to discover what the original stories are really like.

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Cars left unattended in this part of town had a way of losing hubcaps, radio aerials and sometimes wheels. Shayne continued till he found a garage and walked back. At this hour the neighborhood had a dejected air, with the strip-joints and bars still padlocked and most of the neon lights turned off. The front door of the Three Hundred Club was open, but there didn’t seem to be much activity inside.

The unwashed windows didn’t allow much sunlight to enter, and the lights were on. Five or six loungers were reading the morning paper, studying scratch sheets, and waiting for the morning to pass. They were all male, all under twenty. They were wearing the uniform of their age-group, T-shirts and blue jeans, and one had a leather cap with union dues-buttons on its broken peak.

Shayne paused inside the door to light his cigarette and give everyone a chance to get adjusted to a new arrival.

“No school today, boys?” he said.

One of the youths sneered. That was the only response. They went on with what they were doing, but Shayne knew that he had their attention. He addressed the one in the leather cap.

“Sticky in yet?”

“What do you want to see him for?”

“Guess,” Shayne said, and walked into the alleys, none of which were being used. The youth in the leather cap came along with him, walking fast.

“He’s busy. Who do I say wants to see him?”

Looking around, Shayne saw a door marked PRIVATE, NO Admittance . He sauntered toward it. The youth scrambled around in front of him.

“Cool it,” he said warningly. “He always wants to know who somebody is. That’s the way we do it around here.”

Shayne grinned and kept coming. The boy held his ground until Shayne was only a stride away, but he didn’t seem to care for what he saw in the redhead’s face. He began to fall back. “Listen—”

Shayne grazed him as he went by. He tapped on the door with the private label.

“You see?” he said. “Nothing to get excited about. I’m being polite.”

“Come in,” a voice called.

Shayne opened the door. The man behind the cluttered desk was nearly as grubby as his place of business, and that was very grubby. He was wearing a full beard, and he had a real loan shark’s eyes. He was sipping coffee from a thick crockery cup without a handle. He looked at the youth in the leather cap.

“Who do we have here, lame-brain, and why?”

Shayne came on into the room. There was a small battered safe on the floor, its door ajar.

“I want to go on being polite,” he said, “but I don’t like to be the only one. This is no way to do business. Maybe I want to borrow some money.”

“This ain’t a bank,” Horvath said.

“That’s not what I heard.”

Shayne reached toward his hip for his wallet. Horvath froze, his hands below the level of the desk. The redhead laughed.

“If you’re that nervous about your assets, close your goddam safe.”

He held out his open wallet and let Horvath see his private investigator’s license. Horvath lifted his hands into sight again.

“This is an honor,” he said sarcastically. “If you want to bowl, you can have the first game on the house.”

“That’s not the side of your business I’m interested in,” Shayne said. “Let’s have the kid wait outside.”

After a moment Horvath moved his head, and the boy faded back out of the doorway and closed the door.

“Now what?” Horvath said.

Shayne cleared off a corner of the desk and sat down. “I’m trying to get a line on a cop here in town. His name’s Peter Painter, one of our leading citizens. I’ve had him on my back for years. I made him look bad on a case once, and he’s been trying to ruin me ever since. He’s come close a few times, and I’ve been looking for a way to put him out of circulation.”

“I’m supposed to get worked up about this?”

“A scandal would do it,” Shayne went on calmly. “I got a tip from a friend in the neighborhood that he came to see you last week. I hope none of your boys tried to steal the hubcaps off his Caddy, because that kind of thing makes Painter sore. Now let’s take a hypothetical case. Say he’s in a jam and he has to raise money in a hurry. He doesn’t want to bother his friends, such as they are. It’s not the kind of jam he can explain to a bank. What would be more natural than to visit his friendly neighborhood loan shark?”

“And how awful for him if anybody found out,” Horvath said with mock sympathy.

“Exactly,” Shayne said. “If I knew how much he had to raise, maybe I could find out why he had to raise it. I’m still trying to be polite, but he wouldn’t come here unless it was something he wouldn’t want to get out.”

“What was that name, Painter?” Horvath said, pretending to consider.

“I don’t expect you to recognize it for nothing. I’ll go as high as a hundred.”

Horvath caressed his beard. “A hundred wouldn’t even begin to—”

Shayne interrupted. “A hundred’s the price for this information. That’s high, as you know as well as I do. Come on, Sticky. I’ve got other calls.”

“Let’s see the hundred.”

Shayne took two fifties out of that compartment of his wallet and showed them to him. It was clear that Horvath wished they were his.

“He didn’t want a loan,” he said reluctantly. “The subject didn’t come up.”

“What did he want?”

Horvath forced his eyes away from the bills, giving them up with a sigh. “If he came here at all, and remember I’m not admitting a damn thing, he probably wanted to sell me a ticket to a cop’s benefit or something. I gave him a quick brush.”

Shayne returned the bills to his wallet. “You don’t want to think twice about that answer?”

“I already thought three times. I’m in business. I want to go on being in business at this location. Hell, I told you he didn’t try to borrow any dough, didn’t I? That ought to be worth fifty.”

Shayne put out his cigarette on the surface on the desk. It wasn’t the first cigarette that had been put out there.

“It’s not even worth a beer,” he said. “Let’s back away and try something else. I hear you’ve been slammed a few times for receiving. Do you ever take a chance on big denomination bills or negotiable securities?”

“Be serious, Shayne,” he said uneasily. “Do I look it?”

“I guess not. How about your exclusive with the Truckers? Did Petey go into that?”

His eyes jumped. The corner of his mouth may have twitched, but it was hidden by the big beard. “That’s all, Shayne. Out.”

“Did you ever loan Sam Harris any money?”

Immediately the loan-shark eyes were alert and watchful. “The guy who gets the charge this week? Is that why you want to know about hot bills?” He touched his beard thoughtfully. “They never found all that loot, did they?”

Shayne grinned down at him wolfishly. “Only about twenty grand. Does that give you any ideas?”

Horvath waited for another instant, then made up his mind. “Out. I happen to have work to do.”

“I’ll say it once more,” Shayne said easily. “I’m not asking you to blow the whistle on anybody. I just want to know what questions Painter asked you. You don’t have to tell me the answers, just the questions, for an easy hundred bucks.”

“O-u-t,” Horvath said, his voice climbing.

Reaching out, he stabbed a button on his desk. A bell clanged outside in the bowling alleys. The door opened but Shayne didn’t look around.

“Throw him out,” Horvath said curtly.

The redhead went on looking down at him, then stooped, took hold of the legs of the heavy desk and heaved it up and over. It landed in Horvath’s lap.

“Grab the son of a bitch!” Horvath yelled hysterically. “Grab him.”

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