“How about his father?”
“Mugsy?”
“Yeah.”
“He must be dead by now, don’t you think? Didn’t he get, like, six life sentences for all the rubouts he did?” I said.
“I’ll check that, too,” Peterson said. “What’s got you thinking about the Renners?”
“The shrink. That genius Scully sat me down with this morning.”
“Dr. Friedman? What does she have to do with it?”
“I blew her off when she said it, Loo, but I’m in a different place now,” I said. “Friedman asked me all kinds of things about Coop, to see who’d be interested in kidnapping her and also to try to predict how she might respond. But then Friedman made the point that if there was someone who wanted to get to me, someone who wanted to cause me more pain than I’d known in a lifetime, they’d do it by targeting Coop.”
Peterson must have taken a drag on his cigarette to consider the point.
“You hear me?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“Like the doc said, even two months ago there were no chinks in my armor. Now, because of the way I feel about Coop…”
“Yeah,” Peterson said again. “And the word about you two is out.”
“I mean, it’s not exactly headlining the society page, Loo. But most guys in the courthouse seem to know.”
“Perps, too, you think? Snitches?”
“Some.”
“Tell me about the threats, back in the day,” Peterson said.
I could call up the weeks after my father shot Charlie Renner as easily as I could walk someone through every hour of last night.
“Mugsy was heartless,” I said. “Look at him cross-eyed and he’d have you knocked off. Emmet inherited that trait in spades, along with a heavy touch of insanity. There were a couple of sisters in between, and then came Charlie. And Charlie was the light of everyone’s life. If anyone in that family was going to get out of Hell’s Kitchen and make a life for himself, it was the kid. Mugsy and his wife-well, she was inconsolable. My mother tried to get the priest to set up a meeting with her, but there was no use.”
“Why not be mad at Emmet instead of your father?” Peterson asked.
“He had it in for both of them, but it was my dad who pulled the trigger,” I said. “Rita, Jude, Gregory, Philomena.”
Mercer looked at me like I was nuts, but Peterson was a devout Catholic, and he spoke. “Patron saints of hopeless causes.”
“My mother prayed to all of them.”
“I’ll bet.”
“Anyway, word on the street was that the Renners were going to kill my father,” I said. “Not while he was on the job. They didn’t want to get tagged for another cop killing. But after he quit the force.”
“Only his ticker did it for him,” Peterson said.
My father had dropped dead less than forty-eight hours after turning in his badge and gun.
“Let me get on this, Mike. Let me find out about the Renners. Where did you say you were?”
“Close to the marina, Loo. You get any info, Mercer and I are good to go.” I thanked him and ended the call.
“You’re not even letting Peterson know where we are?” Mercer asked.
“To what end? If anyone’s keeping an eye on this place and suddenly the Harbor Unit shows up and tramps around the island, what happens to Coop?” I said. “What we need to know, before we involve anyone else who might have some harebrained scheme to get to her, is where she is, and why.”
“Emmet could have come after you before now,” Mercer said.
“Sure. But this isn’t a job he’d contract out,” I said, walking to the end of the dock and staring down at the water that ran past me. “The pleasure of killing me is something Emmet Renner would keep for himself.”
“And Alex?”
“I’ve never been in love with anyone like I am with her.” I spoke softly. I wasn’t used to saying that out loud.
“Emmet Renner wouldn’t know that.”
“Sometimes I think everyone around me knew it long before I did. It shows, Mercer,” I said. “Sometimes I think it’s got me so lit up inside I must glow in the dark.”
He reached out an arm and grasped me by the shoulder.
“How does word get around?” I asked. “My mother tells the priest that her son’s a changed man now that he’s got a woman he loves? Then the whole parish knows. My cousin who tends bar in Queens gossips to an old Westie? The word’s out in Woodside. Somebody sees the Page Six photo of me in a rented tux holding Coop’s hand at the Safe Horizon charity gala two weeks ago? My cover’s blown for anyone who reads that rag. The only thing new in my life is a love affair, and maybe that’s reached the ex-con’s retirement home in Arizona. Could be a dozen grapevines he heard it through. How the fuck would I know?”
“You were engaged before,” Mercer said. “To Valerie.”
“Yeah,” I said, turning my back to him. “Because I didn’t think I’d ever have a chance with Coop. That’s why I was ready to marry Valerie. Now maybe Dr. Friedman is right after all. Maybe people realize the best way to rip my heart in half would be to hurt Coop.”
“I hear you, Mike,” Mercer said, stepping up beside me and putting his arm on my shoulder.
We both snapped our heads at the sound of voices coming down to the dock from the island. It was Jimmy North and his prisoner, along with a park ranger.
“You guys need help?” the ranger asked, after Jimmy introduced us.
“We’re good for the moment,” I said. Jimmy took Pete Fitzgerald back up to the wire fencing that ran around the island’s perimeter and handcuffed him through the open metalwork so he’d be out of earshot.
“I told Jimmy,” the ranger said, “that I can run him back to Manhattan anytime he’d like to go. The Fitzgerald kid, too. What’d he do exactly?”
“We’re grateful for your offer,” Mercer said as I parked myself on one of the crates. “We’re not able to tell you what happened till the police commissioner signs off on everything in the next few hours. Nothing violent. No felonies. But still kind of top secret, if that isn’t being too rude to you on your own property.”
“I understand completely. I’m just here to give you what you need,” the ranger said. Then he pointed at the sturdy wooden box beneath me. “If you’re trying to keep things quiet over here, don’t kick on that package. It’s got some of the Roman candles for tomorrow’s celebration.”
“Thanks for the warning.”
As soon as he walked away, Jimmy started talking. “The guys at TARU will give you everything you want on the phones as soon as I get them over there.”
“How about contacts?” I asked. “Did you run through all of the names on Lonigan’s phone?”
“See for yourself. There aren’t many,” Jimmy said. “A lot of Lonigans, a girlfriend, some of the guys from the union, the main number in the office here.”
“Renner. You see anything listed for a Renner? Maybe Emmet?”
“No luck, Mike.”
Mercer folded his arms and looked back at the Fitzgerald kid, locked in place to the fence.
“Did he say anything to you once he and Lonigan were separated?”
“He’s whining a lot about what he doesn’t know. Doesn’t seem too interested in giving up any dirt on Lonigan, if there’s any to be had.”
“Let me see how I do,” I said.
Mercer’s long arm reached out, his palm touching the center of my chest. “Stay away from the kid, Mike. You’ve been spinning out of control.”
“I’ve got no reason to hurt him. I just want to talk to-”
“And I think we ought to get going before it gets dark,” Mercer said. “I promised you fifteen minutes and your time is up.”
I walked back to the river’s edge. The sun was behind me now, playing what was left of its light off the glass towers in the canyons of lower Manhattan.
“And get that Lonigan kid out of the head, will you?”
“When I’m good and ready, Mercer.”
I had no intention of letting Cormac Lonigan go until the lab did a thorough examination of the backpack, the sheet, and the plastic handcuffs. He could spend the night in the homicide squad if that’s how long it took.