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Ira Marsh, a provocative blond teenager, arrives at Paradise City, Florida’s crime-free, millionaires’ playground. Her arrival sparks off a cunningly devised plan to rob the Florida Safe Deposit bank, an impregnable fortress, acclaimed as the safest bank in the world. Ticky Edris, an anti-social, misshapen dwarf, directs the operation while Phil Algir, the handsome con-man aids and abets. The plan moves smoothly into action by the ruthless murders of a drug-taking call-girl, her pimp and the short-sighted teenage daughter of the Vice-President of the bank.
Here is an absorbing thriller, written with a hard, swift economy of style. The Way the Cookie Crumbles hooks the reader, and keeps him hooked to the end.

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James Hadley Chase

The Way the Cookie Crumbles

Chapter One

The wall clock showed 03.50 hours as the bell of the telephone on Sergeant Beigler’s desk rang briefly.

Beigler, a powerfully built, freckle-faced man in his late thirties, scowled at the telephone, glanced at the wall clock, then dropped a large, hairy hand on the receiver, scooped it up and snapped, ‘Beigler. Yeah?’

‘I’ve got Harry Browning on the line,’ the Desk Sergeant told him. ‘He wants you. Sounds like he’s ready to flip his wig.’

Beigler’s scowl deepened. Harry Browning was the owner of La Coquille Restaurant, one of the three top ranking restaurants in Paradise City. He was a personal friend of the Mayor and the Chief of Police, Captain Terrell. That put him in the Velvet Glove category so far as Beigler was concerned.

‘Let’s have him, Charley,’ Beigler said and reached for a cigarette. He looked regretfully at the empty carton on his desk. He had drunk the last of the coffee half an hour ago. Beigler had two vices: coffee drinking and cigarette smoking. ‘And send someone for coffee, Charley. I’m all dried out.’

‘Okay.’ The Desk Sergeant, Charley Tanner, sounded smugly resigned. He was always sending someone out for coffee for Beigler. ‘Here’s Browning.’

There was a click on the line, then a deep voice barked, ‘That you, Beigler?’

‘That’s right, Mr. Browning. Anything I can do?’

‘This is a hell of a thing! I have a dead woman in the restaurant. I want you to come out here fast and get rid of her. Now listen, Beigler, this may be just police routine to you, but to me, it’s goddamn serious. I don’t want any publicity. And when I say I don’t want any publicity that’s just what I mean. You understand? If the Press get onto this I’ll have someone’s skin and when I say I’ll have someone’s skin, I don’t give a goddamn who he is, I’ll have his skin. Do I make myself clear?’

Beigler was sitting bolt upright now, the heat in the big, dimly lit room forgotten.

‘That’s all right, Mr. Browning. You’ve got nothing to worry about. I’ll be right over.’

‘The only thing I’m worrying about is to get this thing handled right! You handle it right, Beigler and I won’t worry... nor will you!’ and Browning hung up.

Beigler grimaced, then jiggled the cross piece of the telephone. When the Desk Sergeant answered, Beigler said, ‘Any reporters downstairs, Charley?’

‘Hamilton of the Sun. He’s asleep, half drunk. Why? What’s cooking?’

‘I don’t know yet, but something. Listen Charley, I’ve got to go out. If Hamilton wants to know where I’ve gone tell him I’ve gone home with the toothache. Who’s on duty?’

‘You got the toothache?’ Tanner asked, his voice concerned. ‘I’m sorry, Joe. I...’

‘Never mind being sorry,’ Beigler snapped. ‘Who’s on duty?’

‘Mandrake’s gone out for your coffee,’ Tanner said, disapproval in his voice. ‘There’s Jackson here, growing corns on his arse.’

‘Send him up to relieve me. Hess still around?’

‘He’s just leaving.’

‘Stop him! Tell him to wait for me. I’m coming down right now.’

Beigler struggled into his jacket, patted his hip pocket to assure himself he was wearing his gun, then snatching up a pack of cigarettes, he left the Detectives’ room and ran down to the Muster room.

Fred Hess, in charge of Homicide, was leaning against the wall, a resigned expression on his fat, round face.

‘Two minutes and I would have been out of this chicken coop,’ he said bitterly as Beigler joined him.

‘What’s cooking?’

Beigler strode down the steps to the parked police car. He got in and started the engine. Hess scrambled in beside him.

‘Dead woman at La Coquille. Browning is laying an egg.’ Beigler sent the car roaring down the deserted Main Street.

Hess grunted.

‘Murder?’

‘He didn’t say. I didn’t ask. We’ll start it moving when we get there. He didn’t sound in the mood to answer questions.’

‘I bet.’ Hess gave a loud guffaw. ‘From what I’ve heard of that joint, the last thing they would want is a stiff. You ever been inside, Joe?’

‘On my pay?’ Beigler was driving along the Promenade now. Only a few cars were parked by the beach. There was no traffic. ‘We’ll have to watch it, Fred. Browning draws a lot of water in this City.’

‘If it’s murder, it doesn’t matter a damn how much water he draws. It’s news.’

‘Yeah... but we don’t know if it’s murder yet. Let me handle it. Browning has lots of influential friends.’

‘It’s all yours, pal. I know when to keep my chin tucked in.’

La Coquille Restaurant stood at the far end of the Promenade, surrounded by lawns, flowerbeds and illuminated palm trees. Three marble steps led up to the imposing entrance. The restaurant closed at 02.30 hours and now the lighting consisted of a solitary chandelier in the lobby and a few concealed wall lights that cast long dark shadows across the heavy pile of the claret-coloured carpet.

Beigler and Hess got out of the car and walked up the steps, pushed their way through the revolving door and into the elegant lobby where Louis, the tall aristocratic maître d’hôtel, was waiting for them.

Louis, haughty and dignified, was seldom shaken, but Beigler could see he was certainly shaken now.

‘This way,’ Louis said, and moving with long, stiff strides, he led the two detectives into a second lobby and then up the stairs into a big bar.

Here, Harry Browning waited. He sat on the stool by the bar, a glass of brandy in his hand, a cigar clenched between his teeth.

Browning was fifty-five, heavily built and balding. His clean-shaven face was tanned dark by the sun. He wore a tartan tuxedo and a white carnation in his buttonhole. He looked what he was: smart, rich, powerful and arrogant.

‘She’s there,’ he said and waved to the end of the room. Along one side of the room was a number of banquettes in dark, heavily carved oak. Each banquette was screened by a red velvet curtain. ‘The end box.’

Beigler and Hess walked to the end of the room and peered into the banquette.

In the dim light, they could make out the figure of a blonde woman sprawled across the table. She was wearing a white, backless evening dress. Her blonde hair made a puddle of gold against the dark oak of the table.

Beigler looked back at Browning.

‘Could we have a little more light down here, Mr. Browning?’

Louis went behind the bar and snapped down some switches. The end of the bar where the two detectives were standing suddenly became illuminated by strong overhead lights that made them blink.

Beigler nodded his thanks and then moved into the banquette. He touched the woman’s shoulder. The chilling flesh confirmed Browning’s statement that she was dead, but to make absolutely sure, he pressed his fingers against the side of her neck, but there was no pulse beat.

‘Better not touch her until we get some photos,’ Hess said.

Browning came down the room, savagely chewing on his cigar.

‘I want her out of here right away, boys! Get moving! You can have all your fun and games at the morgue. If the press get hold of this, it’ll kill business for the season. Get her out of here!’

‘Can’t move her until we’ve photographed her,’ Hess said shortly. ‘This could be murder.’

Browning glared at him.

‘Who are you?’

Beigler silently cursed Hess for opening his mouth. He said hurriedly, ‘He’s in charge of Homicide, Mr. Browning. He’s right of course. This could be murder. I...’

‘This is suicide!’ Browning said, his face like granite. ‘There’s a hypo on the floor and her face is blue. I don’t have to be a goddamn dick to know she died of an overdose of heroin. Now, get her out of here!’

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