Chill Of Night. John Lutz

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СКАЧАТЬ Beam married her. That bothered a few of his fellow cops, but the circles her wealth allowed them to travel in had been useful to Beam. He could talk to people otherwise inaccessible without a warrant.

      As soon as he pressed the button on his key fob, the doors unlocked and da Vinci was climbing into the other side of the car. Beam settled into the plush leather seat and fastened his safety belt. As he started the engine, the car began to chime, and he noticed da Vinci wasn’t using his seat belt.

      “You forgot to buckle up,” Beam said.

      “Never do.”

      “Shame on you.” Beam pulled out into traffic. The warning chime finally stopped. “We making progress?”

      “Computer guy will be at your place tomorrow afternoon. He’ll make sure you’re plugged into the department network,” da Vinci said.

      “He didn’t say ‘plugged into’ I bet.”

      “I didn’t talk to him personally, but you’re probably right. They think in terms of ports. The thing is, we don’t want there to be any glitches.”

      “We don’t,” Beam agreed, swooping the big car around a corner to beat a traffic signal.

      “This old boat’s amazing,” da Vinci said. “You don’t even feel the potholes.”

      “It’s like new. We didn’t drive it much. I mostly drive it now to keep up the battery.”

      “Anybody ever mistake it for a limo?”

      “Sometimes. When I tailed or staked out suspects, I wore my eight-point uniform cap and they thought I was a chauffeur.”

      “I never asked you,” da Vinci said, “do you happen to be Jewish?”

      “My father was. My mother wasn’t.”

      “Was your father of the faith? Wear a yarmulke, all that stuff?”

      “He went to synagogue for a while, then he drifted away from religion. I asked him why once, and he said he’d lost his faith in Korea, and it took him a while to realize it.”

      “He was a cop, wasn’t he?”

      “Sergeant, Brooklyn South.”

      “Didn’t he—”

      “He ate his gun,” Beam said. Didn’t leave a note.

      “Shit deal. Korea? The job?”

      Beam knew what da Vinci was thinking, that people close to Beam tended to commit suicide, as if he carried an infection.

      “That when you joined the department?” da Vinci asked.

      “You know all these answers,” Beam said.

      Da Vinci smiled. “I guess I know most of them.”

      “I dropped out of college and joined the Army, became an MP, then applied at the NYPD when I got out.”

      “Because of your father?”

      “I’m not sure. It seemed the natural thing to do.”

      They drove without talking for a while, the big sedan seeming to levitate over bumps.

      “I’m giving you Corey and Looper,” da Vinci said.

      “What’s a Corey and Looper?”

      “Detectives, and good ones. Looper’s early fifties, gone far as he’s gonna get in the department and knows it. He’s a good cop, but he’s burned his bridges behind him, far as promotion’s concerned.”

      “What’s his flaw?”

      “Too honest. Nobody trusts him.”

      “And Corey?”

      “Nell Corey. Coming off a nasty divorce. Hubby used to bounce her around. Woman’s got her faults.”

      “She’s a foul-up?”

      “More a don’t-give-a-damn type. Mind of her own. But only sometimes. Then there was that business with the knife?”

      “She stabbed her husband?”

      “Not that I know of. A security tape outside a convenience store in Queens caught her beating up a suspect with unnecessary force. What the tape didn’t catch was that during the struggle the suspect pulled a knife, which was later picked up by one of several onlookers.”

      “It’s happened before,” Beam said.

      “Probably happened that time, too. But since the knife never turned up, it doesn’t officially exist. At base, Corey’s a solid cop, and a talented detective. Trouble is, without that knife, she’s permanently screwed. And knows it.”

      Beam neatly swerved left and squeezed the Lincoln through a space between a van being unloaded and some trash piled at the curb. It was tight enough to make da Vinci wince.

      “Andy,” Beam said, “is there somebody in the department who doesn’t want this endeavor to succeed?”

      “Sure, lots of them. Because of me. They think I’m coming on too fast. You know how it is, I’m a young Turk. Look like and act like one, anyway.”

      The last part was true, Beam thought. Though in his forties, da Vinci might pass for thirty. He was too young looking, good looking, and blatantly ambitious to be universally popular. It was as if a small-market TV anchorman had somehow gotten hold of an NYPD shield and was aggravating the piss out of his betters.

      “Am I gonna get cooperation when I need it?” Beam asked.

      “Oh, yeah. I got the push to make it happen. I’ve got allies, Beam.”

      “You must.”

      “You don’t wanna ask who they are. I will say this: they see you pretty much the way I do.”

      “Which is how?”

      “They know your reputation as a bad ass who can’t be bought or bumped off course, that nothing will stop you.”

      Not even the law.

      Beam remained stone faced as he shot through an intersection barely in time to avoid colliding with a cab that had run the light. Da Vinci flicked a glance out the windshield but showed no emotion. There was a toughness and drive beneath all that smooth banter, cologne, and ass kissing. In truth da Vinci was one of the main reasons why Beam had agreed to take on this assignment. Not only did he rather like the brash, manipulating bureaucracy climber, but he still owed da Vinci for being willing to put his ass on the line seven years ago in Florida. The way it worked out, he hadn’t had to, but it was the willingness that counted. A lot of life was favors owed, favors paid.

      A bus hissed and paused in the traffic coming the other way, a billboard-size sign featuring a Mets star pitcher in full windup on its side. Beam hadn’t been to a СКАЧАТЬ