Urge To Kill. John Lutz

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      Not moving from where he leaned against the wall, Jorge observed the woman from the car approaching in the corner of his vision. When she was within about ten feet, he pushed himself away from the wall and turned toward her.

      Nice-looking piece, he thought. Compact, trim, good legs, great rack. Nice face on her, too. Long dark hair that’d be fun to yank on. Dark eyes. Maybe she was Hispanic, as he was. A sister. He might play that angle.

      No, now that she was closer she looked Jewish. That was okay, too. It just required different moves.

      He knew he had a beautiful smile. He aimed it at her.

      “You’re a cop,” he said.

      She didn’t change expression. Not much would surprise this one.

      She flashed her shield. “I’m Detective Kasner.”

      “And I’m not.” Play wise ass with her, see how she reacts.

      She seemed about to yawn. “You’re Jorge Valento.”

      It kind of bothered him that the bitch knew his name. “How’d you know?”

      “I came to talk to you about Joseph Galin, the man whose body was found here in a parked car night before last.”

      He made it a point to meet her direct stare, and then blatantly looked her up and down, lewdly appraising her.

      She looked only mildly irritated.

      “I don’t know much about that,” he said.

      “Sure you do.”

      “I told everything I know to another cop, yesterday.”

      “Not everything.”

      “Who says?”

      “Homicide Detective Frank Quinn.”

      “That the cop I talked to yesterday? Old icicle eyes?”

      “Uh-hm. Those eyes are the windows to his soul.”

      “So why should I tell you anything I didn’t tell him?”

      “It’d be a lot easier to tell me. You see, in Quinn’s mind, me asking you is just like him asking you. When people lie or refuse to talk to me, which is to say him, he gets impatient.”

      Jorge remembered the big cop, Quinn, the large hands with their knobby, scarred knuckles. Not a young guy, but you just knew he could still be mean, and that it was his way sometimes. Jorge felt nervous. It had to show. He mentally put his mask back on, rearranging his facial muscles so he looked bored.

      “You look like Sal Mineo,” the titty little cop said.

      “That’s what my mother says.” My mother, who died ten years ago of alcohol poisoning.

      “If you don’t talk to me, you might not look like Sal Mineo much longer.”

      Jorge didn’t like the way she’d said that, as if she meant it. “Is that a threat, Officer Kasner?”

      “That’s Detective Kasner. And yes, it’s a threat.”

      He was surprised. Usually they didn’t come right out and say it. “Cops ain’t supposed to threaten people.”

      “People aren’t supposed to use illegal drugs.” She nodded toward the broken crack vials among the litter at his feet on the concrete.

      “What drugs?” he asked.

      “The ones in your pocket.”

      Jorge realized how hot the sun was. He began to perspire.

      “That pizza sure smells good,” Pearl said.

      “You get used to it.”

      “That’s ’cause you get to smell that way yourself. You’ll sure smell good to the lifers in your cell block. Before you know it, you’ll be Sally Mineo.”

      Jorge gave her a laugh he didn’t feel. “You’re pretty tough,” he said.

      “You don’t know the half of it, Jorge.”

      “So how do I avoid learnin’ the other half?”

      “Tell me what you know about Galin.”

      “He was dirty,” Jorge said.

      He watched her face, how she looked not so much surprised as disappointed. Cops were a club whose members had to believe in each other. Not to believe hurt. And it was dangerous, when you couldn’t trust the guy watching your back. The titty cop would be surprised if she knew that when he was a ten-year-old kid he’d considered trying to join that club. Before he got mixed up in the gang that saved his life.

      “It’s a dirty world,” he said.

      “We agree. How was Galin dirty? Was he your supplier?”

      Jorge almost smiled. She didn’t know much. “Naw, Galin never moved no stuff himself. He just watched over things, made sure nothin’ went wrong.”

      “For the dealer?”

      “Sure. Who else?”

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