- Ed McBain
- 18+

ISBN 0-7953-0320-3
HARRY MELNICK,
Oh boy, what a week.
Fourteen muggings, three rapes, a knifing on Culver Avenue, thirty-six assorted burglaries, and the squadroom was being painted.
Not that the squadroom didn't
Detective Meyer Meyer would have been the first man to admit that the squadroom definitely needed painting. It merely seemed idiotic for the city to decide to paint it now, at the beginning of March, when everything outside was rotten and cold and miserable and dreary, and when you had to keep the windows shut tight because you never could get enough damn heat up in the radiators, and as a result had the stink of turpentine in your nostrils all day long, not to mention two painters underfoot and overhead, both of whom never would have made it in the Sistine Chapel.
"Excuse me," one of the painters said, "could you move that thing?"
"What thing?" Meyer said.
"That thing."
"
"Big deal," the painter said.
"Won't he move it?" the other painter asked.
"You move it," Meyer said. "You're the painters,
"We're not supposed to move nothing," the first painter said.
"We're only supposed to paint," the second painter said.
"I'm not supposed to move things, either," Meyer said. "I'm supposed to detect."
"Okay, so don't move it," the first painter said, "it'll get all full of green paint."
"Put a dropcloth on it," Meyer said.
"We got our dropcloths over there on those desks there," the second painter said, "that's all the dropcloths we got."
"Why is it I always get involved with vaudeville acts?" Meyer asked.
"Huh?" the first painter said.
"He's being wise," the second painter said.
"All I know is I don't plan to move that filing cabinet," Meyer said. "In fact, I don't plan to move
"We do a thorough job," the first painter said.
"Besides, we didn't ask to come," the second painter said. "You think we got nothing better to do than shmear around up here? You think this is an interesting job or something? This is a
"It is, huh?" Meyer said.
"Yeah, it's boring," the second painter said.
"It's boring, that's right," the first painter agreed.
"Everything apple green, you think that's interesting? The ceiling apple green, the walls apple green, the stairs apple green, that's some interesting job, all right."
"We had a job last week at the outdoor markets down on Council Street,
"That was the most interesting job we ever had," the second painter said. "Every stall was a different pastel color, you know those stalls they got? Well, every one of them was a different pastel color,
"
"It's boring and it's crappy," the second painter agreed.
"I'm still not moving that cabinet," Meyer said, and the telephone rang. "87th Squad, Detective Meyer," he said into the receiver.
"Is this Meyer Meyer in person?" the voice on the other end asked.
"Who's this?" Meyer asked.
"First please tell me if I'm speaking to Meyer Meyer himself?"
"This is Meyer Meyer himself."
"Oh God, I think I may faint dead away."
"Listen, who …"
"This is Sam Grossman."
"Hello, Sam, what's …"
"I can't tell you how thrilled I am to be talking to such a famous person," Grossman said.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, what is it? I don't get it."
"You mean you don't know?"
"No, I don't know. What is it I'm supposed to know?" Meyer asked.
"I'm sure you'll find out," Grossman said.
"There's nothing I hate worse than a mystery," Meyer said, "so why don't you just tell me what you're talking about and save me a lot of trouble?"
"Ah-ha," Grossman said.
"You I need today," Meyer said, and sighed.
"Actually, I'm calling about a man's sports jacket, size thirty-eight, color red-and-blue plaid, label Tom's Town and Country, analysis of suspect stain on the left front flap requested. Know anything about it?"
"I requested the test," Meyer said.
"You got a pencil handy?"
"Shoot."
"Blood negative, semen negative. Seems to be an ordinary kitchen stain, grease or oil. You want us to break it down?"
"No, that won't be necessary."
"This belong to a rape suspect?"
"We've had three dozen rape suspects in here this week. We also have two painters."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Forget it. Is that all?"
"That's all. It certainly was a pleasure talking to you, Mr. Meyer Meyer, you have no idea how thrilled I am."