"The other side of the room.~~ "Is it okay to report to the lieutenant first?" he asked.
"Lieutenant!" she called. Come here."
Byrnes walked over.
"He's got a report for you. Give it here, mister, where I can hear it all."
"How'd it go?" Byrnes said.
"No dice. And it isn't going to work either, Pete."
"Why not?"
"I stopped off in a candy store when I left the tailor shop. To get a pack of cigarettes."
"Yeah?"
"I got to talking with the owner. He told me there's been a lot of holdups in the neighborhood. Tailor shops mostly."
"Yeah?"
"But he told me the holdups would be stopping soon. You know why?"
"Why?"
"Because-and this is just what he told me-there's a bull sitting in the back room of the tailor shop right up the street, just waiting for the crook to show up. That's what the guy in the candy store told me."
"I see."
"So if he knows, every other merchant on the street knows. And if they know, their customers know. And you can bet your ass the thief knows, too. So it won't work, Pete.
We'll have to dope out something else."
"Mmm," Byrnes said.
"You finished?"
Virginia asked.
"I'm finished."
"All right, get over on the other side of the room."
Byrnes walked away from the desk.
Brown hesitated.
"Did you hear me?"
"I heard you."
"Then move!"
"I mean, what do you want here? What's your purpose?"
"I'm here to kill Steve Carella."
"With a bottle of soup?"
"With a gun. The nitro is my insurance."
Brown nodded.
"Is it real?"
"It's real."
"How do I know?"
"You don't. Would you like to try belling the cat?" Virginia smiled.
Brown returned the smile.
"No, thank you, lady. I was just asking. Gonna kill Steve, huh?
Why, what'd he do to you? Give you a traffic ticket?"
"This isn't funny," Virginia said, the smile leaving her mouth.
"I didn't think it was, Who's the floozy?
Your partner?"
"I have no partner," Virginia said, and Brown thought her eyes clouded for a moment.
"She's a prisoner."
"Aren't we all?" Brown said, and again he smiled, and Virginia did not return the smile.
Hal Willis walked over to the desk.
"Listen," he said, "Miscolo's in a bad way. Will you let us get a doctor in here?"
"No," Virginia said.
"For Christ's sake, he may be dying! Look, you want Carella, don't you?
What's the sense in letting an innocent guy .
"No doctor," Virginia said.
"Why not?" Byrnes asked, walking over.
"You can keep him here after he treats Miscolo. Same as all of us. What the hell difference will it make?"
"No doctor," she said again.
Hawes drifted over to the desk.
Unconsciously, the four men assumed the position they would ordinarily use in interrogating a suspect. Hawes, Byrnes, and Brown were in front of the desk. Willis was standing to the right of it. Virginia sat in her chair, the bottle of nitro within easy reach of her left hand, the38 in her right hand.
"Suppose I picked up a phone and called a doctor?" Hawes asked.
"I'd shoot you."
"Aren't you afraid of another explosion?"
Willis said.
"You got a little nervous when Murchison came up here last time, didn't you?" Hawes said.
"Shut up, redhead. I've had enough from you."
"Enough to shoot me?" Hawes said.
"Yes."
"And chance the explosion?" Brown put in.
"And another visit from downstairs?"
"You can't chance that, Virginia, can you?"
"I can! Because if anyone else comes up, the nitro goes, goddammit!"
"But what about Carella? You blow us up, and you don't get Carella. You want Carella, don't you?"
"Yes, but ..
"Then how can you explode that nitro?"
"How can you chance another gunshot?"
"You can't shoot any of us, can you? It's too risky."
"Get back," she said.
"All of you."
"What are you afraid of, Virginia?"
"You've got the gun, not us."
"Can't you fire it?"
"Are you afraid of firing it?"
Hawes came around to the left side of the desk, moving closer to her.
"Get back!" she said.
Willis moved closer on the right, and Virginia whirled, thrusting the gun at him.
In that instant, Hawes stepped between her and the bottle of nitroglycerin. She was out of the chair in the space of a heartbeat, pushing the chair out from beneath her, and starting to rise. And as she started the rise, Willis-seeing that her hand was away from the bottle, knowing she was off balance as she rose -kicked out with his left foot, swinging it in a backward arc that caught her at the ankles. Hawes shoved at her simultaneously, completing the imbalance, sending Virginia sprawling to the right, toppling toward the floor. She hit the floor with resounding force, and her right hand opened as Hawes scuttled around the desk.
The gun fell from her fingers, slid across the floor,
whirled in a series of dizzying circles and then came to a sudden stop.
Willis dove for it.
He extended his hand, and Hawes held his breath because they were getting rid of the crazy bitch at last.
And then Willis shrieked in pain as a three-inch dagger of leather and metal stamped his hand into the floor.
