strong, Hawk," Quirk said.
"I am," Hawk said.
"Probably get in trouble if you quoted me," Quirk said, "but I'm glad to hear it."
"Won't never tell," Hawk said.
"You boys recall the law firm of Duda and Husak," Quirk said.
"They represented Bohdan and the Ukrainians," I said.
"Sounds like a band my daughter listens to," Quirk said. "Yeah, them."
He drank some more coffee and tilted the chair back a little so that the front feet were off the ground.
"Went to see them just the other day," Hawk said.
"I knew that," Quirk said.
He rocked his chair slightly, keeping the balls of his feet on the floor. It was early evening. I had not turned on the overhead lights in the office. The lamp on my desk was lit, and the rest of the illumination was the odd diffuse, ambient light of the Back Bay filtering through the snow. I poured some more coffee. We added whisky.
"What did you talk about?" Quirk said.
"Asked Husak who hired him to represent the Ukes," Hawk said.
"He tell you?"
"Un-huh."
"Willingly?" Quirk said.
Hawk smiled.
"He pretty willing," Hawk said.
"Why?" Quirk said.
"We just talkin'," Hawk said. "Right?"
"We're just three good old boys," Quirk said. "Sitting in a dim room, drinking whisky and looking at the weather."
"I stuck him out the window of his office a little," Hawk said.
"That would make him willing," Quirk said. "Who'd he say hired him?"
"Boots Podolak," Hawk said.
Quirk stopped rocking his chair. He held the coffee mug in both hands and inhaled the steam coming off the top before he drank some. Then he tilted his head back a little and let the coffee and whisky ease down his throat.
"Boots," Quirk said.
"You know him," I said.
"Yes. Husak say why Boots hired him?"
"See to it that nobody rolled on anybody," I said.
"You think he knew more than he told you?"
"He knew, he'da told," Hawk said.
Quirk nodded.
"High window," he said. "Did you talk to Duda?"
"Not yet," Hawk said.
Quirk was quiet for a bit. We waited. Whatever it was he knew, he'd get to it.
"Husak's dead," Quirk said. "And we can't find Duda."
"How'd he die," Hawk said.
"He was decapitated," Quirk said. "In his office. Lotta blood."
Decapitated?
"Somebody making a point," Hawk said.
Quirk nodded.
"Who they making it to?" I said.
"Maybe you," Quirk said.
"What about Duda?" I said. "Any leads?"
"I'm not expecting to find him alive," Quirk said. "Unless he bailed out early… and far."
"Husak told us he was in Miami," I said.
"Maybe he got lucky," Quirk said. "He say where in Miami, or why?"
"Said he took a week off and went to Miami. Was due back this week."
"I'll call Miami," Quirk said, "ask them to check the resort hotels."
"I'd check some of the dumps along Miami Beach first," Hawk said.
"You don't think they're high-steppers?" Quirk said.
"You seen the office," Hawk said.
Quirk stood now and went to stand beside Hawk and look down at the street.
"He is fucking up traffic," Quirk said, "isn't he."
"Un-huh."
Quirk glanced at Hawk and turned slowly and looked at me. His back was to the window now.
"Being a veteran police investigator, and a deep student of human character, I'm going to hazard a guess. You went to see Boots."
"Incredible," Hawk said.
"Yeah, it is," Quirk said. "You hang him out a window?"
"Nope," Hawk said. "I put a gun to his head."
"Jesus Christ," Quirk said. "Boots Podolak?"
"That sort of how he felt," Hawk said.
"What'd he tell you?"
"Well, it got kind of confusing. An alarm went off and there were cops and all I got was to ask Tony Marcus about his daughter."
"Tony Marcus?" Quirk said.
"There's some connection," I said. "Between them."
"Tony and Boots?" Quirk said. "Christ! Just when you think you've seen everything."
21
WE HAD LUNCH with Tony Marcus in his restaurant. The three of us sat in the front booth, near the door. The deep snow outside made the interior of the room seem brighter than usual.
"Sit you here for show," Tony said to me. "Try to attract a few white
"I am," Hawk said.
"Probably get in trouble if you quoted me," Quirk said, "but I'm glad to hear it."
"Won't never tell," Hawk said.
"You boys recall the law firm of Duda and Husak," Quirk said.
"They represented Bohdan and the Ukrainians," I said.
"Sounds like a band my daughter listens to," Quirk said. "Yeah, them."
He drank some more coffee and tilted the chair back a little so that the front feet were off the ground.
"Went to see them just the other day," Hawk said.
"I knew that," Quirk said.
He rocked his chair slightly, keeping the balls of his feet on the floor. It was early evening. I had not turned on the overhead lights in the office. The lamp on my desk was lit, and the rest of the illumination was the odd diffuse, ambient light of the Back Bay filtering through the snow. I poured some more coffee. We added whisky.
"What did you talk about?" Quirk said.
"Asked Husak who hired him to represent the Ukes," Hawk said.
"He tell you?"
"Un-huh."
"Willingly?" Quirk said.
Hawk smiled.
"He pretty willing," Hawk said.
"Why?" Quirk said.
"We just talkin'," Hawk said. "Right?"
"We're just three good old boys," Quirk said. "Sitting in a dim room, drinking whisky and looking at the weather."
"I stuck him out the window of his office a little," Hawk said.
"That would make him willing," Quirk said. "Who'd he say hired him?"
"Boots Podolak," Hawk said.
Quirk stopped rocking his chair. He held the coffee mug in both hands and inhaled the steam coming off the top before he drank some. Then he tilted his head back a little and let the coffee and whisky ease down his throat.
"Boots," Quirk said.
"You know him," I said.
"Yes. Husak say why Boots hired him?"
"See to it that nobody rolled on anybody," I said.
"You think he knew more than he told you?"
"He knew, he'da told," Hawk said.
Quirk nodded.
"High window," he said. "Did you talk to Duda?"
"Not yet," Hawk said.
Quirk was quiet for a bit. We waited. Whatever it was he knew, he'd get to it.
"Husak's dead," Quirk said. "And we can't find Duda."
"How'd he die," Hawk said.
"He was decapitated," Quirk said. "In his office. Lotta blood."
Decapitated?
"Somebody making a point," Hawk said.
Quirk nodded.
"Who they making it to?" I said.
"Maybe you," Quirk said.
"What about Duda?" I said. "Any leads?"
"I'm not expecting to find him alive," Quirk said. "Unless he bailed out early… and far."
"Husak told us he was in Miami," I said.
"Maybe he got lucky," Quirk said. "He say where in Miami, or why?"
"Said he took a week off and went to Miami. Was due back this week."
"I'll call Miami," Quirk said, "ask them to check the resort hotels."
"I'd check some of the dumps along Miami Beach first," Hawk said.
"You don't think they're high-steppers?" Quirk said.
"You seen the office," Hawk said.
Quirk stood now and went to stand beside Hawk and look down at the street.
"He is fucking up traffic," Quirk said, "isn't he."
"Un-huh."
Quirk glanced at Hawk and turned slowly and looked at me. His back was to the window now.
"Being a veteran police investigator, and a deep student of human character, I'm going to hazard a guess. You went to see Boots."
"Incredible," Hawk said.
"Yeah, it is," Quirk said. "You hang him out a window?"
"Nope," Hawk said. "I put a gun to his head."
"Jesus Christ," Quirk said. "Boots Podolak?"
"That sort of how he felt," Hawk said.
"What'd he tell you?"
"Well, it got kind of confusing. An alarm went off and there were cops and all I got was to ask Tony Marcus about his daughter."
"Tony Marcus?" Quirk said.
"There's some connection," I said. "Between them."
"Tony and Boots?" Quirk said. "Christ! Just when you think you've seen everything."
21
WE HAD LUNCH with Tony Marcus in his restaurant. The three of us sat in the front booth, near the door. The deep snow outside made the interior of the room seem brighter than usual.
"Sit you here for show," Tony said to me. "Try to attract a few white
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