Larry's Bar.
Where the killer had picked up his three previous victims.
Kling planned on casing it from the outside, just to make sure he was still in there. Then he'd fade out, cover the place from a safe vantage point on the street. Didn't want Eileen to know he was on the scene. First off, she'd throw a fit, and next she might spook, blow her own cover. All he wanted was to be around in case she needed him.
He had put on an old pea jacket he kept in his locker for unexpected changes of weather like the one tonight. He was hatless and he wasn't wearing gloves. If he needed to pull the piece, he didn't want gloves getting in the way. Navy-blue pea jacket, blue jeans mdash;too lightweight, really, for the sudden chill mdash;blue socks and black loafers. And a .38 Detective Special in a holster at his waist. Left hand side. Two middle buttons of the jacket unbuttoned for an easy reach-in and cross-body draw.
He came up Canalside.
The Beef Trust was out in force, despite the cold.
Girls huddled under the lamp posts as though the overhead lights afforded some warmth, most of them wearing only short skirts and sweaters or blouses, scant protection against the cold. A lucky few were wearing coats provided by mobile pimps with an eye on the weather.
"Hey, sailor, lookin' for a party?"
Black girl breaking away from the knot under the corner lamp post, swiveling over to him. Couldn't be older than eighteen, nineteen, hands in the pockets of a short jacket, high-heeled ankle-strapped shoes, short skirt blowing in the fresh wind that came off the canal.
"Almos' do it for free, you so good-lookin'," she said, grinning widely. "Thass a joke, honey, but the price is right, trust me."
"Not right now," Kling said.
"Well,when , baby? I stann out here much longer, my pussy turn to ice. Be no good to neither one of us."
"Maybe later," Kling said.
"You promise? Slide your hand up under here, take a feel of heaven."
"I'm busy right now," Kling said.
"Too busy forthis ?" she said, and took his hand and guided it onto her thigh. "Mmmmm-mmmmm," she said, "sweet chocolate pussy, yours for the takin'."
"Later," he said, and freed his hand and began walking off.
"You come on back later, man, hear?" she shouted after him. "Ask for Crystal."
He walked into the darkness. On the dock, he could hear rats rustling along the pilings. Another lamp post, another huddle of hookers.
"Hey, Blondie, lookin' for some fun?"
White girl in her twenties. Wearing a long khaki coat and high heels. Opened the coat to him as he went past.
"Interested?" she said.
Nothing under the coat but garter belt and long black stockings. Quick glimpse of rounded belly and pink-tipped breasts.
"Faggot!" she yelled after him, and twirled the coat closed as gracefully as a dancer. The girls with her laughed. Fun on the docks.
Made a right turn onto Fairview, began walking up toward Fourth. Pools of light on the sidewalk ahead. Larry's Bar. Two plate-glass windows, beer displays in them, entrance door set between them. He went to the closest window, cupped his hands on either side of his face, peered through the glass. Not too crowded just now. Annie. Sitting at a table with a black man and a frizzied brunette. Good, at least one backup was close by. There at the bar. Eileen. With a big blond guy wearing glasses.
Okay, Kling thought.
I'm here.
Don't worry.
From where Shanahan sat slumped behind the wheel of the two-door Chevy across the street, he saw only a big blond guy looking through the plate-glass window of the bar. Six feet tall, he guessed, give or take an inch, broad shoulders and narrow waist, wearing a seaman's pea jacket and blue jeans.
Shanahan was suddenly alert.
Guy was still looking through the window, hands cupped to his face, motionless except for the dancing of his blond hair on the wind.
Shanahan kept watching.
The guy turned from the window.
No eyeglasses.
Might not be him.
On the other hand hellip;
Shanahan got out of the car. It was clumsy moving with the right arm in a cast, but he'd rather be made for a cripple than a cop. Guy walking up the street now. How come he wasn't going in the bar? Change of M.O.? Shanahan fussed with the lock of the car door, watching him sidelong.
Minute the guy was four car lengths away, Shanahan took off after him.
The bar was baited with Eileen, but there were plenty of other girls out here on the street. And if this guy was suddenly changing his pattern, Shanahan didn't wantany of them dying.
Eileen didn't like the tricks her mind was beginning to play.
She was beginning to like him.