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flashlight on it. As inconspicuously as possible, John tried to crane his neck around to get a look, but Largeant snapped it shut too quickly.
    I caught John’s eye and smiled myself. Better luck next time, shithead.
    “There you go, Mr. Kenzie,” Largeant said and I felt several of my internal organs drop into my stomach. He handed me back the wallet as John Byrne beamed a grin the size of Rhode Island, then mouthed “Kenzie” to himself with a satisfied nod.
    I felt like weeping.
    And then I looked out on Beacon and saw the one thing that hadn’t depressed me in the last five minutes—Angie idling by the Garden in our brown Crown Victoria. The car interior was dark, but I could see the coal of her cigarette every time she brought it to her lips.
    “Mr. Kenzie?” a voice said softly.
    It was Largeant and he was looking up at me like a puppy and I suddenly felt pure dread because I had a pretty good idea where this was going.
    “I’d just like to shake your hand, sir.”
    “No, no,” I said, a sick smile on my face.
    “Go on,” John said gleefully. “Shake the man’s hand!”
    “Please, sir. It would be an honor to shake the hand of the man who brought down those skells Arujo and Glynn.”
    John Byrne raised an eyebrow at me.
    I shook Largeant’s hand even though I wanted to coldcock the stupid bastard. “My pleasure,” I managed.
    Largeant was smiling and nodding and rippling all over. “You know who this is?” he said to the crowd.
    “No, tell us!”
    I turned my head, saw Manny standing on the landing above me, a smile even bigger than John’s on his face.
    “This,” Largeant said, “is Patrick Kenzie, the private detective who helped catch that serial killer Gerry Glynn and his partner. The hero who saved that woman and her baby in Dorchester back in November? You remember?”
    And a few people clapped.
    But none as loud as Manny and John Byrne.
    I resisted the urge to drop my head into my hands and cry.
    “Here’s my card.” Largeant pressed it into my hand. “Any time, you know, you want to hang out or you need help on a case, you just pick up the phone, Mr. Kenzie.”
    Any time I need help on a case. Right. Thanks.
    The crowd was dispersing now that they were reasonably sure no one was going to get shot. All except for the men with the buttoned-up coats and the stony faces—they stepped aside for the other onlookers to leave and kept their eyes on me.
    Manny came down the steps to the sidewalk, stood beside me, leaned in close to my ear.
    “Hi,” he said.
    Largeant said, “Well, I guess you have to get your friend to the hospital and I have to get over there.” He gestured in the direction of the Arlington Street corner. He clapped my shoulder with his hand. “A real pleasure meeting you, Mr. Kenzie.”
    “Sure,” I said as Manny took a step closer to me.
    “G’night.” Largeant turned and stepped out onto Beacon, began to cross.
    Manny clapped his hand on my shoulder. “A real pleasure meeting you, Mr. Kenzie.”
    “Officer Largeant,” I called, and Manny dropped his hand.
    Largeant turned, looked back at me.
    “Wait up.” I walked to the curb, and two pituitary cases stepped in front of me for a moment. Then one of them glanced over my shoulder, made a face, and then both parted grudgingly. I stepped between them and out onto Beacon.
    “Yeah, Mr. Kenzie?” Largeant seemed confused.
    “I thought I’d join you, see if any of my buddies are at the scene.” I nodded in the direction of Arlington.
    “What about your friend, Mr. Kenzie?”
    I looked back at Manny and John. They had their heads cocked, waiting for my answer.
    “Manny,” I called. “You sure you’ll take him?”
    Manny said, “I—”
    “I guess your car is faster than walking. You’re right.”
    “Oh,” Largeant said, “he’s got a car. ”
    “Nice one, too. Ain’t that right, Manny?”
    “Cherry,” Manny said with a tight smile.
    “Well,” Largeant said.
    “Well,” I said, “Manny,