‘There was a time when the Chief come to me for things,’ Teddy went on resentfully. ‘Now he goes to people like you. Young guys. People who are ready to make a deal with the niggers, give them what they want.’
Daniels took another step toward him, glaring fiercely, his body clenched.
Teddy grinned coldly. ‘What do you want to be, Daniels? You want to take the Chief’s place, or do you want to be mayor, or what?’ His eyes narrowed. ‘You talk a good game, you and Breedlove, and most of the rest of the new people around here. But you’re just in it for yourselves. You don’t have no feeling for what you do.’ He shook his head. ‘You think I don’t notice how you’re always having little huddles with the Chief, or following the Captain around? You think I don’t notice that?’ He shrugged. ‘Well, one of these days you may have Birmingham all to yourself, but it’ll be a mongrelized, no-account place with nothing but white trash and niggers in it.’
Daniels cocked his head slightly, mocking him. ‘And you’re going to stop all that, right, Teddy? You’re going to save the whole goddamn white race.’
‘I’ll do my goddamn best,’ Teddy said determinedly. ‘But don’t think that I don’t already know that if the Communists and racemixers get desperate enough, they’ll set somebody up, somebody like me, like Tod, like anybody they want out of the way.’
‘You think you’re going to be set up, Teddy?’ Ben asked seriously.
‘Maybe.’
‘Who would do that?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘Do you have any idea who killed Breedlove?’
‘No.’
‘Or why?’
‘The only thing I know is that they didn’t give me the case,’ Teddy said. ‘And that don’t seem right to me.’ He laughed derisively. ‘But nothing seems right about this thing. I mean, tying him to a tree like that. Calling it in to the local sheriff.’ He grimaced. ‘That’s the sort of thing you do when you want to get attention or set somebody up. Any other way, it don’t make no sense.’
Daniels glanced over to Tod. ‘You feel that way, too?’
Tod started to speak but Teddy interrupted. ‘My brother agrees with everything I say.’
‘Stay together pretty much, is that right?’ Daniels asked.
‘That’s right.’
‘Well, you boys better be careful,’ Daniels said sneeringly. ‘People might get the idea that you’re closer than nature ought to allow.’
Langley’s body tensed but he did not move.
‘Were you two patrolling Bearmatch last Sunday?’ Ben asked quickly.
Teddy nodded.
‘Around that old ballfield?’ Ben added pointedly. ‘Maybe at about five in the afternoon?’
Teddy smiled. ‘This about that little girl?’
‘Why did you pull Horace Davenport over?’ Ben asked bluntly.
Daniels’ lips parted. ‘You pulled Horace Davenport over?’ he asked, astonished.
‘That’s right.’
Daniels laughed. ‘You know who he is, Teddy? He could be the next mayor of this town.’
‘He was speeding,’ Teddy said sternly. ‘And I don’t allow no speeding in Bearmatch.’
Daniels laughed again. ‘My God, you are an idiot.’
Teddy stared at him coldly. ‘Why don’t you go find out who killed your partner,’ he snapped. ‘That’d really get you in tight with the big wheels.’
‘Davenport lied to me,’ Ben said to Teddy. ‘He told me that he let that little girl out because she saw a friend of hers playing in the field.’
‘Maybe he did.’
‘He said that was the only reason he stopped in Bearmatch.’
Teddy said nothing.
‘But you pulled him over,’ Ben said. ‘You and Tod.’
The two brothers looked at each other nervously.
‘Why did you pull him over?’ Ben demanded.
‘We pull over a lot of people in Bearmatch,’ Teddy said harshly. ‘We like to keep a close eye on things. Shit, Wellman, we pulled over a guy just before Davenport.’
‘Norman Siegel,’ Ben said. ‘I know. I talked to him.’
Teddy looked surprised. ‘You really are working the shit out of this case, ain’t you?’ He looked at his brother and sneered. ‘Maybe Ben’s going to try to pin this little nigger cunt on us, too.’
Before he could stop himself, Ben saw his own hand fly out and slap Teddy Langley’s face, then fly back and slap it again, backhanded. Langley tumbled backward, stumbled over a chair and sprawled onto the floor.
Tod Langley’s body stiffened, but he did not move forward. Instead, he pressed his back reflexively against the wall behind him and stared at Ben, thunderstruck. Daniels seemed almost equally astonished, his eyes wide and staring, but a thin, satisfied smile growing on his face.
For an instant the room was completely silent. The few detectives who had remained after the Chief’s speech looked on in motionless disbelief as Langley pulled himself to a sitting position on the floor, but did not rise. He was still resting, half-dazed on the floor, as Ben slammed through the doors of the detective bullpen and headed for his car.
THIRTY-TWO
Ben had already tromped down the stairs and pulled himself in behind the wheel before he realized that he had no place to go. It was almost two hours before King was scheduled to speak, and he had been assigned no duties in the meantime except to continue looking, in whatever way he could, for the man who’d killed Doreen Ballinger.