"Does he wear a wristwatch?" Brown asked.
"Yes," Marie said.
"Would you know what kind?"
"One of those digital things. Black with a black band. A Seiko, I think. I'm not sure."
"Any other jewelry?"
"A ring. He wears it on his right pinky. A little gold ring with a red stone. I don't think it's a ruby, but it looks like one."
"Is he right-handed or left-handed?"
"I don't know."
"What do you mean?" Kling said.
"I mean, why don't you leave it to them?" Hawes said.
Kling looked at him.
"They're experienced cops, all of them. If Homicide or the Seven-Two hasn't put an army out there, it's maybe 'cause they think they'll spook him."
"I don't see how two more guys is gonna make an army," Kling said.
"These guys can smell traps," Hawes said, "they're like animals in the jungle. Anyway, they'll be carrying walkie-talkies, won't they? Annie, Shanahan? Maybe even Eileen. There'll be rmp's cruising the Zone, they're not gonna be alone out there. Any one of 'em calls in a 10-13…"
"I don't want her getting cut again," Kling said.
"You think she wants to get cut again?" Hawes said.
"Tell me what happened before you left the house today," Brown said. "Was he behaving differently in any way?"
"Same as always," Marie said.
"Did he get along okay with your husband?"
"Yes. Well, he wants to be a magician, you see. He studies all the tricks the famous magicians did—Dai Vernon, Blackstone, Audley Walsh, Tommy Windsor, Houdini, Ballantine—all of them. He keeps up with all the new people, too, tries to dope out their tricks. And my husband is…"
Her face almost broke.
"My husband… was… very patient with him. Always willing to explain a sleight, or a pocket trick, or a stage illusion… helping him with his patter… taking the time to… to… show him and… and guide him. I don't know how he could've done something like this. I'll tell you the truth, Detective Brown, I'm willing to give you anything you need to find Jimmy, but I can't believe he did this."
"Well, we don't know that for sure, either," Brown said.
"That's just what I mean," Marie said. "I just pray to God something hasn't happened to him, too. I just hope somebody hasn't… hasn't killed them both."
"How do you get along with him?" Brown asked.
"Jimmy? I think of him as a brother."
"No friction, huh? I mean, the three of you living in the same house?"
"None whatever."
"So what does that mean?" Kling asked. "You won't go with me?"
"I don't think you should go, either," Hawes said.
"Well, I'm going."
"She knows her job," Hawes said flatly. "And so does Annie."
"She didn't know her job when that son of a bitch…"
Kling caught himself. He took a deep breath.
"Take it easy," Hawes said.
"I'm going out there tonight," Kling said. "With you or without you."
"Take it easy," Hawes said again.
Brown walked over.
"Here's the way I figure it," he said to Hawes. "You caught the Missing P, I caught the pieces. Turns out it's the same case. I figure maybe Genero ought to go back to cruising, find all that trouble in the streets the loot's worried about. You and me can team up on this one, how does that sound to you?"
"Sounds good," Hawes said.
"I'll go tell Genero," Brown said, and walked off.
"You okay?" Hawes asked Kling.
"I'm fine," Kling said.
But he walked off, too.
The precinct map was spread out on the long table in the Interrogation Room. Meyer and Carella were hunched over the map. They had already asked Sergeant Murchison to run a check on any circuses or carnivals that happened to be in town. They did not think there'd be any at this time of year. In the meantime, they were trying to figure out where the midgets would hit next.
"Midgets," Meyer said, shaking his head. "You ever bust a midget?"
"Never," Carella said. "I busted a dwarf once. He was a very good burglar. Used to crawl into vents."
"What's the difference?" Meyer asked.
"A midget is a person of unusually small size, but he's physically well-proportioned."
"So? Dopey and Doc were well-proportioned, too."
"That's the movies," Carella said. "In real life, a dwarf has abnormal body proportions."
"Can you name all the Seven Dwarfs?" Meyer asked.
"I can't even name Snow White," Carella said.
"Go on, give it a try."
"Anyone can name the Seven Dwarfs," Carella said.
"Go ahead, name them."
"Dopey, Doc…"
"I gave you those two free."
"Grumpy, Sleepy, Sneezy… how many is that?"
"Five."
"Bashful."
"Yeah?"
"And…"
"Yeah?"
"Who's the seventh one?" Carella said.
"Nobody can name all seven of them," Meyer said.
"So tell me who he is."
"Think about it," Meyer said, smiling.
Carella hunched over the precinct map. Now the goddamn seventh dwarf would bother him all night long.
"First hit was here," he said, indicating the location on the map. "Culver and Ninth. Second one here. Still on Culver, three blocks east. Next one was Culver and Twentieth."
"They're working their way uptown on Culver."
"First one at… have you got that timetable?"
Meyer opened his notebook. "Five-fifteen," he said. "Second one at a little after seven. Third one about forty minutes ago."
"So what's the interval?"
"Five-fifteen, seven-oh-five, nine-twenty. Figure two hours, more or less."
"Time to change their costumes…"
"Or maybe we're dealing with three gangs here, did that occur to you?"
"There aren't that many midgets in the world," Carella said.
"You figured out the seventh dwarf yet?"
"No." He looked at the map again. "So the next one should be further uptown on Culver, and they should hit around eleven, eleven-thirty."
"If there's a next one."
"And unless they speed up the timetable."
"Yeah," Meyer said, and shook his head again. "Midgets. I always thought midgets were law-abiding citizens."
"Just be happy they aren't giants," Carella said.
"You got it," Meyer said.
"Huh?" Carella said.
"Happy. That's the seventh dwarf."
"Oh. Yeah."
"So what do you want to do?"
"First let's check Dave, see if he came up with any circuses or carnivals."
"That's a long shot," Meyer said.
"Then let's call Ballistics again, see if they got anything on the bullets."
"We'll maybe get a caliber and make," Meyer said, "but I don't see how that's gonna help us."
"And then I guess we better head uptown," Carella said, "case Culver, see which stores are possibles for the next hit."
"You figuring on a plant?"
"Unless there's a dozen of them."
"Well, it's getting late, there won't be many open."
Carella folded the map.
"So," he said. "Murchison first."
She was still sitting on the bench, weeping softly, when Hawes approached her.
"Mrs. Sebastiani?" he said.
Marie looked up. Face tear-streaked, blue eyes rimmed with red now.
"I'm sorry to bother you," he said.
"No, that's all right," she said.
"I wanted to tell you… we found the van, but we still haven't located the Citation. You said Brayne drove the van into the city today…"
"Yes."
"So maybe the techs'll be able to lift his prints from the wheel. He hasn't got a criminal record, has he?"
"Not that I know of."
"Well, we'll run him through the computer, see what we come up with. Meanwhile, if the techs lift anything, and if we find the Citation, then maybe we'll know if he's the one who drove it away from the school. By comparing prints from the two wheels, do you see?"