Billy looked at his right hand. It was already badly swollen. He looked at the pimp seated sideways at the desk. The expensive boots crossed before him.
You think I got no recourse, dont you?
I dont know what you have or do not have.
I know this country too.
No one knows this country.
Billy turned. He stood in the doorway and looked down the corridor. Then he looked at the pimp again. Damn you to hell, he said. You and all your kind.
HE SAT IN A STEEL CHAIR in an empty room with his hat on his knee. When the door finally opened again the officer looked at him and motioned him forward with the tips of his fingers. He rose and followed the man down the corridor. A prisoner was mopping the worn linoleum and as they passed he stepped back and waited and then went to mopping again.
The officer knocked at the captain's door with one knuckle and then opened the door and gestured for Billy to enter. He stepped in and the door closed behind him. The captain sat at his desk writing. He glanced up. Then he went on writing. After a while he gestured slightly with his chin toward two chairs to his left. Please, he said. Be seated.
Billy sat in one of the chairs and set his hat in the chair beside him. Then he picked it up again and held it. The captain laid his pen aside and stood the papers and tapped and edged them square and set them aside and looked at him.
How may I help you? he said.
I come to see you about a girl that was found dead in the river this mornin. I think I can identify her.
We know who she is, the captain said. He leaned back in his chair. She was a friend of yours?
No. I seen her one time is all.
She was a prostitute.
Yessir.
The captain sat with his hands pressed together. He leaned forward and took from an oakwood tray at the corner of his desk a large and glossy photo and handed it across.
Is that the girl?
Billy took the photo and turned it and looked at it. He looked up at the captain. I dont know, he said. It's kindly hard to tell.
The girl in the photo looked made of wax. She'd been turned so as to afford the best view of her severed throat. Billy held the photo gingerly. He looked up at the captain again.
I expect that's probably her.
The captain reached and took the photo and returned it to the tray face down. You have a friend, he said.
Yessir.
What was his relationship with this girl?
He was goin to marry her.
Marry her.
Yessir.
The captain picked up his pen and unscrewed the cap. What is his name?
John Grady Cole.
The captain wrote. Where is your friend? he said.
I dont know.
You know him well?
Yes. I do.
Did he kill the girl?
No.
The captain screwed the cap back onto the pen and leaned back. All right, he said.
All right what.
You are free to go.
I was free to go when I come in here.
Did he send you?
No he didnt send me.
All right.
Is that all you got to say?
The captain put his hands together again. He tapped at his teeth with the tips of his fingers. Outside the sound of people talking in the corridor. Beyond that the traffic in the street.
How do you say your name?
Sir?
How do you say your name.
Parham. You say Parham.
Parham.
You aint goin to write it down?
No.
You've already got it writ.
Yes.
Well.
You are not going to tell me anything. Are you?
Billy looked down into his hat. He looked up at the captain. You know that pimp killed her.
The captain tapped his teeth. We would like to talk to your friend, he said.
You'd like to talk to him but not to the pimp.
The pimp we have already talked to.
Yeah. And I know what talks, too.
The captain shook his head wearily. He looked at the name on the pad. He looked up at Billy.
Mr Parham, he said. Every male in my family for three generations has been killed in defense of this republic. Grandfathers, fathers, uncles, brothers. Eleven men in all. Any beliefs they may have had now reside in me. Any hopes. This is a sobering thought to me. You understand? I pray to these men. Their blood ran in the streets and gutters and in the arroyos and among the desert stones. They are my Mexico and I pray to them and I answer to them and to them alone. I do not answer elsewhere. I do not answer to pimps.
If that's true then I take back what I said.
The captain inclined his head.
Billy nodded toward the photo in the box. What have they done with her? The body.
The captain raised one hand and let it fall again. He has already made his visit. This morning.
He saw that?
Yes. Before we knew the identity of the girl. Thehow do you call him? The practicante. The practicante told my lieu?tenant that he spoke excellent spanish. He has a cicatriz. A scar. Here.
That dont make him a bad person.
Is he a bad person?
He's as good a boy as I ever knew. He's the best.
You dont know where he is.
No sir. I dont.
The captain sat for a moment. Then he stood up and held out his hand. I thank you for coming, he said.
Billy rose and they shook hands and Billy put on his hat. At the door he turned.
He dont own the White Lake, does he? Eduardo.
No.
I dont reckon you'd tell me who does.
It is not important. A businessman. He has nothing to do with any of this.
You dont consider him to be a pimp, I reckon.
The captain studied him. Billy waited.
Yes, the captain said. I do so consider him.
I'm glad to hear it, Billy said. I'm the same way.
The captain nodded.
I dont know what happened, Billy said. But I know why it happened.
Tell me then.
He fell in love with her.
Your friend.
No. Eduardo.
The captain drummed his fingers lightly on the edge of his desk. Yes? he said.
Yes.
The captain shook his head. I dont see how a man could run such a place if he fell in love with the girls.
I dont either.
Yes. Why this girl?
I dont know.
You told me you only saw her once.
I did.
You think your friend was not such a fool.
I told him to his face he was. I might of been wrong.
The captain nodded. I'm not a fool either, Mr Parham. I know you would not bring him to me. Even if his hands were dripping. Especially not then.
Billy nodded. You take care, he said.
He walked out up the street and went into the first bar he came to and ordered a shot of whiskey and carried it to the pay?phone on the back wall. Socorro answered and he told her what had happened and asked for Mac but Mac was already on the phone.
I guess you'll tell me what all this is about.
Yessir. I Will. If he shows up there dont let him leave if you can help it.
Maybe you'll let me know how you propose to keep him someplace he dont want to be kept.
I'll be there quick as I can get there. I'm just goin to check a few places.
I knew there was somethin about this that didnt rattle right.
Yessir.
Do you know where he's at?
No sir. I dont.
You call me back as quick as you know somethin. You hear?
Yessir.
You call me back anyways. Dont leave me settin here all evenin.