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Authors: Lawrence Sanders
Tags: Fiction, Suspense, Mystery & Detective, Mystery, Mystery Fiction, Police, Police Procedural, Large Type Books, New York, New York (State), New York (N.Y.), Men's Adventure, Delaney, Edward X. (Fictitious Character)
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nothing specific on this apartment—nothing good.
ANDERSON: Go on.
HASKINS: The other is Five B. Ernest Longene and April Clifford.
They’re married, they say, but use their own names. He’s a theatrical producer and she was a famous actress. Hasn’t appeared in ten years—but she remembers. God, does she remember! Sleepin maid. A big, fat mammy type. This was the third apartment I got into. April was on her way to a luncheon at the Plaza and was wearing her daytime diamonds. Very nice.
Some good, small paintings on the walls. A very nice collection of rough gemstones in glass display cases.
ANDERSON: There’s money there?
HASKINS: He’s got two hits on Broadway right now. That’s got to mean loose cash around the place, probably in a wall safe. Well, darling, those are just the highlights. I’m sorry I couldn’t be more specific.
ANDERSON: You did better than I hoped. Give me your carbon of the report.
HASKINS: Of course. I assure you no other copy was made.
ANDERSON: I believe you. I’ll pay you the balance of the five bills when I get Snapper’s report.
HASKINS: No rush, no rush. Do you have any questions, or is there anything you want me to dig into further?
ANDERSON: Not right now. This is like a preliminary report. There may be some more work for you later.
HASKINS: Anytime. You know you can trust me.
ANDERSON: Sure.
[Lapse of six seconds.]
HASKINS: Tell me, darling … are you seeing Ingrid again?
ANDERSON: Yes.
HASKINS: And how is the dear girl?
ANDERSON: All right. I think you better leave now. I’ll wait about half an hour, and then I’ll take off. Tell Snapper I’ll call on Friday, as usual.
HASKINS: Are you angry with me, Duke?
ANDERSON: Why should I be angry with you? I think you did a good job on this.
HASKINS: I mean because I mentioned Ingrid… .
[Lapse of four seconds.]
ANDERSON: Are you jealous, Tommy?
HASKINS: Well … maybe. A little… .
ANDERSON: Forget it. I don’t like the way you smell.
HASKINS: Well, I guess I… .
ANDERSON: Yes. Better go. And don’t get any ideas.
HASKINS: Ideas, darling? What kind of ideas would I get?
ANDERSON: About what I’m doing.
HASKINS: Don’t be silly, darling. I know better than that.
ANDERSON: That’s good.
Chapter 22
Tape NYSITB-FD-6JUN68-106-9H. Location of car: Sixty-fifth Street near Park Avenue.
ANDERSON: Goddammit, I told the Doctor I’d contact him when I was ready. Well, I’m not ready.
SIMONS: Take it easy, Duke. Good heavens, you have the shortest fuse of any man I’ve ever known.
ANDERSON: I just don’t like to get leaned on, that’s all.
SIMONS: No one’s leaning on you, Duke. The Doctor has invested three thousand dollars of his personal funds in this campaign, and quite naturally and normally he’s interested in your progress.
ANDERSON: What if I told him it was a bust … a nothing?
SIMONS: Is that what you want me to tell him?
[Lapse of eleven seconds.]
ANDERSON: No. I’m sorry I blew, Mr. Simons, but I like to move at my own speed. This thing is big, probably the biggest thing I’ve ever been in. Bigger than that Bensonhurst bank job. I want everything to go right. I want to be sure. Another week or two.
Three weeks at the most. I’m keeping a very careful account of those three G’s. I’m not making a cent out of this. I can tell the Doctor where every cent went. I’m not trying to con him.
SIMONS: Duke, Duke, it’s not the money. I assure you the money has very little to do with it. He can drop that in one day at the dogs and never notice it. But Duke, you must recognize that the Doctor is a very proud man, very jealous of his position. He is where he is today because he picked winners. You understand? He would not like the word to get around that he flushed three G’s on a freelancer and got nothing to show for it. It would hurt his reputation, and it would hurt his self-esteem. Perhaps the younger men might say he is slipping, his judgment is going, he should be
ANDERSON: Go on.
HASKINS: The other is Five B. Ernest Longene and April Clifford.
They’re married, they say, but use their own names. He’s a theatrical producer and she was a famous actress. Hasn’t appeared in ten years—but she remembers. God, does she remember! Sleepin maid. A big, fat mammy type. This was the third apartment I got into. April was on her way to a luncheon at the Plaza and was wearing her daytime diamonds. Very nice.
Some good, small paintings on the walls. A very nice collection of rough gemstones in glass display cases.
ANDERSON: There’s money there?
HASKINS: He’s got two hits on Broadway right now. That’s got to mean loose cash around the place, probably in a wall safe. Well, darling, those are just the highlights. I’m sorry I couldn’t be more specific.
ANDERSON: You did better than I hoped. Give me your carbon of the report.
HASKINS: Of course. I assure you no other copy was made.
ANDERSON: I believe you. I’ll pay you the balance of the five bills when I get Snapper’s report.
HASKINS: No rush, no rush. Do you have any questions, or is there anything you want me to dig into further?
ANDERSON: Not right now. This is like a preliminary report. There may be some more work for you later.
HASKINS: Anytime. You know you can trust me.
ANDERSON: Sure.
[Lapse of six seconds.]
HASKINS: Tell me, darling … are you seeing Ingrid again?
ANDERSON: Yes.
HASKINS: And how is the dear girl?
ANDERSON: All right. I think you better leave now. I’ll wait about half an hour, and then I’ll take off. Tell Snapper I’ll call on Friday, as usual.
HASKINS: Are you angry with me, Duke?
ANDERSON: Why should I be angry with you? I think you did a good job on this.
HASKINS: I mean because I mentioned Ingrid… .
[Lapse of four seconds.]
ANDERSON: Are you jealous, Tommy?
HASKINS: Well … maybe. A little… .
ANDERSON: Forget it. I don’t like the way you smell.
HASKINS: Well, I guess I… .
ANDERSON: Yes. Better go. And don’t get any ideas.
HASKINS: Ideas, darling? What kind of ideas would I get?
ANDERSON: About what I’m doing.
HASKINS: Don’t be silly, darling. I know better than that.
ANDERSON: That’s good.
Chapter 22
Tape NYSITB-FD-6JUN68-106-9H. Location of car: Sixty-fifth Street near Park Avenue.
ANDERSON: Goddammit, I told the Doctor I’d contact him when I was ready. Well, I’m not ready.
SIMONS: Take it easy, Duke. Good heavens, you have the shortest fuse of any man I’ve ever known.
ANDERSON: I just don’t like to get leaned on, that’s all.
SIMONS: No one’s leaning on you, Duke. The Doctor has invested three thousand dollars of his personal funds in this campaign, and quite naturally and normally he’s interested in your progress.
ANDERSON: What if I told him it was a bust … a nothing?
SIMONS: Is that what you want me to tell him?
[Lapse of eleven seconds.]
ANDERSON: No. I’m sorry I blew, Mr. Simons, but I like to move at my own speed. This thing is big, probably the biggest thing I’ve ever been in. Bigger than that Bensonhurst bank job. I want everything to go right. I want to be sure. Another week or two.
Three weeks at the most. I’m keeping a very careful account of those three G’s. I’m not making a cent out of this. I can tell the Doctor where every cent went. I’m not trying to con him.
SIMONS: Duke, Duke, it’s not the money. I assure you the money has very little to do with it. He can drop that in one day at the dogs and never notice it. But Duke, you must recognize that the Doctor is a very proud man, very jealous of his position. He is where he is today because he picked winners. You understand? He would not like the word to get around that he flushed three G’s on a freelancer and got nothing to show for it. It would hurt his reputation, and it would hurt his self-esteem. Perhaps the younger men might say he is slipping, his judgment is going, he should be
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