The Hard Bounce - страница 20

. This detective shit wasn’t going to be all that hard. Not with my steel trap of a mind.

Kelly and Barnes headed toward a lone man silhouetted in the yellow streetlamp light coming through large windows facing the street. He wore a dark suit that looked tailored for his broad shoulders. I didn’t recognize him from the suit, the salt and pepper crewcut, or his ass, which were all I could see. Then he turned and the gears clicked into place, even if the machinery wasn’t running yet.

I suddenly knew the reason for the secrecy and hush-hush.

And it was a fucking doozy.

“Mr. Donnelly,” I said, extending a hand that had gone clammy.

“You must be William Malone,” Donnelly said in a rich bass, taking my hand in his own. His grip was firm and strong. I suddenly worried about the moistness and limp weight of my own. Jack Donnelly does a lot of hand shaking. I’m more of a smack on the back or punch in the arm kind of guy.

“You know who I am.” It was a statement.

“I pick up a newspaper now and then.” And on the occasions that I did, Jack Donnelly would inevitably be in there, often on the front. Big Jack Donnelly they called him.

District Attorney Jack Donnelly.

Mayoral candidate, district attorney, Big Jack Donnelly.

“Then you understand the sensitivity of the… issue with my daughter. The reason behind all of this ‘cloak and dagger bullshit.’”

“Yeah,” I said. “I understand the papers would go ballistic if they knew the frontrunner for the mayor’s seat misplaced his young daughter.”

He bit the inside of his cheek, but didn’t bite at my snark. “She didn’t come home from her theater camp a week ago.”

“You send her to theater camp?”

Donnelly shook his head, confused. “Yes. Why?”

“And you’re wondering why she ran away?”

Donnelly’s eyes narrowed to dangerous slits, but he took my jab right in stride. “May I continue?”

“Please.”

“I’ve neither seen nor heard from her since. Mr. Barnes and Ms. Reese informed me that you actually saw my daughter yesterday afternoon.”

“She was at the club where I work.”

“You know that she’s underage.”

“It was an all-ages show. No alcohol.”

What the fadge? Just like that, he’d put me on the defensive.

I lit a smoke, trying to head off my simmering temper. “Look, I’m not an asshole, Mr. Donnelly. You’re the DA. You’ve got as much mojo in this town as anybody if you need somebody found.”

He nodded.

“Your daughter’s been gone a week. That means I’m not your number-one candidate to head the search party. Now, I’m sure Barnes here dusted off the old badge and came up zero. Maybe a few of your other buddies around the force gave it a shot, too. Thing is? They all stink of cop. Cop walks into a location where cops aren’t in the highest regard-which, frankly, seems to be every place your girl is hanging-nobody would tell them shit if they stepped in it. I’m guessing you figured that much out and that’s why you sent the piece of ass to talk to me first instead of Barnes.” I waggled my finger at Kelly, but kept my attention on Donnelly. “You knew I wouldn’t have a thing to say to him either.”

Silence.

I waited, wondering if I’d pushed too hard.

Donnelly rolled his neck like a prizefighter, as if his necktie was suddenly too tight. “I’d like to speak with Mr. Malone in private for a moment.”

“Jack…” Barnes was definitely in favor of Plan B, dumping my carcass off the Tobin Bridge.

“Please, Danny.” There wasn’t as much a request as a command in the tone.

Barnes wasn’t happy and Kelly was redder than a baboon’s ass, but both of them turned and walked. Barnes yanked the door open with enough force to send a canvas bolt toppling to the floor. Kelly stormed out right behind him, her heels clicking an angry cadence on the concrete floor.

“What do you want to know, Mr. Malone?”

“I know why you need us. What I don’t know is why you need us.”

“I’m not sure I understand your question.”

“If you just wanted a bruiser, you could throw a stick in Kenmore Square and it’d bounce off a dozen thick necks. Why us?”

Donnelly gave me another once over before he spoke.

“Certain people in my circle have been impressed with your company’s work. They are all of the impression that you are a capable, smart, and professional young man.”