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Chapters (45)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Contents
  5. Epigraph
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. Chapter 30
  36. Chapter 31
  37. Chapter 32
  38. Chapter 33
  39. Chapter 34
  40. About the Author
  41. Books By Lawrence Block
  42. Enter the World of Matthew Scudder
  43. Praise
  44. Copyright
  45. About the Publisher

She said she expected to be speaking to him soon and asked for my number. I gave it to her and went upstairs and stretched out on the bed.

A little less than an hour later the phone rang. “It’s Chance,” he said. “I want to thank you for returning my call.”

“I just got the message an hour or so ago. Both of the messages.”

“I’d like to speak with you,” he said. “Face to face, that is.”

“All right.”

“I’m downstairs, I’m in your lobby. I thought we could get a drink or a cup of coffee in the neighborhood. Could you come down?”

“All right.”

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

He said, “You still think I killed her, don’t you?”

“What does it matter what I think?”

“It matters to me.”

I borrowed Durkin’s line. “Nobody pays me to think.”

We were in the back booth of a coffee shop a few doors from Eighth Avenue. My coffee was black. His was just a shade lighter than his skin tone. I’d ordered a toasted English muffin, figuring that I probably ought to eat something, but I hadn’t been able to bring myself to touch it.

He said, “I didn’t do it.”

“All right.”

“I have what you might call an alibi in depth. A whole roomful of people can account for my time that night. I wasn’t anywhere near that hotel.”

“That’s handy.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Whatever you want it to mean.”

“You’re saying I could have hired it done.”

I shrugged. I felt edgy, sitting across the table from him, but more than that I felt tired. I wasn’t afraid of him.

“Maybe I could have. But I didn’t.”

“If you say so.”

“God damn,” he said, and drank some of his coffee. “She anything more to you than you let on that night?”

“No.”

“Just a friend of a friend?”

“That’s right.”

He looked at me, and his gaze was like a too-bright light shining in my eyes. “You went to bed with her,” he said. Before I could respond he said, “Sure, that’s what you did. How else would she say thank you? The woman only spoke one language. I hope that wasn’t the only compensation you got, Scudder. I hope she didn’t pay the whole fee in whore’s coin.”

“My fees are my business,” I said. “Anything that happened between us is my business.”

He nodded. “I’m just getting a fix on where you’re coming from, that’s all.”