The Mike Hammer Collection

I added, “And Blackie arranged to rent a house in the Catskills?”

“That’s right. He made the call right then and said he’d be in the next day.” She opened her eyes again, now her fingers tapping a silent tune on the chair. “But then he made another call to Howie Green.”

“Who?”

“Howie Green. He was a bootlegger, dearie, but he owned properties here in the city. He invested his money wisely, Howie did, and always had something to show for it. Howie was as crooked as they come, but smarter than most of them. One of Howie’s enterprises was a real estate agency that used to be someplace on Broadway. Oh yes, Howie was a big man, but he owed Blackie Conley a favor. Blackie killed a man for Howie and held it over his head. He told Howie he wanted a place to hole up in somewhere away from the city and to pick it out.”

“Where was it, Annette?”

“I don’t know, young man. Howie merely said he’d do it for him. That was all. I suppose Blackie took care of it later. However, it’s all over now. Howie Green’s dead too. He died in an accident not long afterward.”

“Before the robbery?”

“I really don’t remember that.”

I reached for my hat and stood up. “You’ve been a great help, Annette.”

“Have I really?”

I nodded.

“Will Sue be . . . all right?”

“I’m sure she will.”

“Someday,” she asked me, “will you bring her to me? I would like to see her again.”

“We’ll make a point of it.”

“Good-bye then. It was nice of you to come over,”

“My pleasure, Miss Lee.”

At two o’clock I contacted Pat and made a date to meet him at his office. He didn’t like the idea because he knew Grebb would want to sit in on the conversation but thought he could arrange it so we could be alone.

I took a cab downtown, found Pat alone at his desk buried in the usual paperwork, waited for him to finish, then said, “What officers were in on the Motley holdup? Any still around?”

“This your day for surprises?”

“Hit me.”

“Inspector Grebb was one. He was a beat cop who was alerted for the action.”

“Oh hell.”

“Why?”

“Think he’d remember the details?”

“I don’t remember Grebb ever forgetting anything.”

“Then let’s call him in.”

“You sure about this?” Pat asked me.

“It’s the easy way. So we give him a bite after all.”

Pat nodded, lifted the phone, and made a call. When he hung up he said, “The Inspector will be happy to see you.”

“I bet.”

It didn’t take him long to get up there. He didn’t have Charlie Force with him either. He came in with the patient attitude of the professional cop, always ready to wait, always ready to act when the time came. He might have been a tough, sour old apple, but he made it the hard way and you couldn’t take it away from him.

Inwardly I laughed at myself because if I wasn’t careful I could almost like him.

“Whose party is it this time?” he asked.

Pat said, “He’s throwing it.”

“I never thought you’d ask, Hammer.” He dragged a chair out with his foot, sat in it heavily and sighed, but it was all an act. He was no more tired or bored than I was. “Shoot,” he said.

“Pat tells me you were in on the Motley thing thirty years ago.”

“My second day on the beat, Hammer. That shows you how close to retirement I am. My present job is a gratuity. One last fling for the old dog in a department he always wanted to run.”

“Better luck in your next one.”

“We aren’t talking about that. What’s with the Motley job?”

“How did the cops get wise?”

“Why don’t you read the transcript of the trial? It was mentioned.”

“This is easier. Besides, I wanted to be sure.”

Grebb pulled a cigar from his pocket, snapped off the end, and fired it up. “Like a lot of big ones that went bust,” he said, “somebody pulled the cork. The department got a call. It went through the D.A.’s office.”

“Torrence?”

“No, one of the others got it and passed it to him. Torrence handled it personally though.”

“Where were you?”

“Staked out where the truck was hidden in case they got through somehow. They never made it. We got the truck and the driver. Second day on the beat too, I’ll never forget it. Fresh out of school, still hardly shaving, and I get a hot one right off. Made me decide to stay in the department.”

“How long did you have to get ready?”

“About an hour, if I remember right. It was plenty of time. We could have done it in fifteen minutes.”

“They ever find out who made the call?”

“Nope.”

“They look very hard?”

Grebb just shrugged noncommittally. Then he said, “Let’s face it, we’d sooner have stoolies on the outside where they can call these things in than a live guy testifying in court who winds up a dead squealer a day later. We didn’t break our backs running down anybody. Whoever it was played it the way we liked it. The job was a bust and we nailed the crew.”

“It wasn’t a bust, Inspector.”

He stared at me until his face hurt.

“Nobody ever located the money.”

“That’s happened before. One of those things.”

“Blackie Conley simply disappeared.”