按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
firmary； where he drank a half…pint of Pepto…Bismol and declared that he was cured。 While confined to the clinic； however； Ernesto apparently had pilfered a long coil of intravenous tubing； which he smuggled back to his cell。 No one checked on him for hours； until they found him cold and dead at dinnertime。 Using the I。V。 tube as a noose； Cabal had managed to hang himself； naked as usual； from a water pipe。 The duty sergeant remarked to the Sun that it was difficult to make a really good noose out of plastic tubing； but somehow Cabal had done it。 When asked why none of the other inmates on the cell block had alerted the guards to Ernesto's thrashings； the sergeant had explained that the little Cuban 〃was not all that popular。〃
The second item to catch Keyes's attention （he was reading on a musty sofa next to the aquarium in his office； where he had spent the night） was the inaugural column of Ricky Bloodworth。 The headline announced： 〃Miami Rests Easier as Harper Mystery Ends。〃 The column was a fulsome tribute to all the brilliant police work that had landed Ernesto Cabal in jail and driven him to his death。 〃He knew the evidence was overwhelming and he knew his freedom was over；〃 Bloodworth wrote； 〃so he strangled himself to death。 He was nude； alone； and guilty as sin。〃 Then came a quote from the big redheaded detective； Hal； who said that the Harper case was closed； as far as he was concerned。 〃This is one of those rare times when justice triumphs；〃 Hal beamed。
Keyes noticed that there was no quote from Al Garcia。 And there was no mention of the El Fuego letters。
The third article of interest was not very long； and not prominently displayed。 The story appeared on page 3…B； at the bottom； beneath a small headline： 〃Police Seek Missing Woman。〃 The article reported that one Renee LeVoux； twenty…four years old； a visitor from Montreal； had been abducted from the parking lot of the world…famous Miami Seaquarium shortly before five P。M。 the previous day。 Incredibly； there were no witnesses to the crime。 Miss LeVoux's male panion； whom police declined to identify； had been knocked unconscious by a single blow to the back of the neck； and was of no help。 Anyone with information about Miss LeVoux's whereabouts was encouraged to call a Crime Stoppers phone number。
Brian Keyes made a mental note to find out more about that one。
Finally he spotted the one news item that he'd actually been looking for。 Mercifully it was buried on 5…B； next to the advertisements for motorized wheelchairs。
The headline said： 〃County Lawyer Stabbed in Melee。〃 Splendid； Keyes thought ruefully； it made the final edition after all。 Keyes wondered if the Sun had gotten the story right； and forced himself to read：
An attorney for the Dade County public defender's office was assaulted Wednesday night at the Royal Palm Club。
Mitchell P。 Klein； 26； was standing at the bar when he was suddenly attacked by another patron； police said。 The assailant pulled Klein's hair； ripped at his clothes； and tried to choke him； according to witnesses。 As Klein attempted to break away； his attacker threw him to the floor and stabbed him in the tongue with a salad fork； police said。
The suspect； described as a well…dressed white male in his early thirties； escaped before police arrived。 Witnesses said the man did not appear to be intoxicated。 Klein was taken to Flagler Memorial Hospital； where he was treated for minor injuries and released early this morning。 Due to oral surgery； he was unavailable for ment。
Careless reporting； Keyes grumbled； as usual。
For one thing； it hadn't been a salad fork； but one of those dainty silver jobs designed for shrimp cocktails and lobster。 Second； he and Mitch Klein hadn't been standing at the bar； they were sitting in a booth。
Still； it had been a reckless gesture； something Skip Wiley himself might have tried。 Keyes wondered what had gotten into him。 Was he finally losing his grip？ Assaulting an officer of the court in a nightclub； for God's sake； in front of a hundred witnesses。 He couldn't believe he'd done it； but then he couldn't believe what Klein had said as they were talking about Ernesto's suicide。
〃The only reason you're upset；〃 Klein had said； 〃is that the case is over； and so's your payday。〃
This； after Keyes had told him all about the Fuego letters； all about Viceroy Wilson； all about Dr。 Joe Allen's opinion that Ernesto Cabal was the wrong man。 After all this…and four martinis…Mitch Klein still had the loathsome audacity to say：
〃Brian； don't tell me you really gave a shit about that little greaseball。〃
That was the moment when Keyes had reached across the table； seized Klein by his damp curly hair； and deftly speared the lawyer's tongue with the cocktail fork。 No choking。 No ripping of clothes。 No grappling on the floor。 There was； however； a good bit of fresh blood； the sight of which surely contributed to the later embellishments of eyewitnesses。
Keyes had gotten up and left Mitch Klein blathering in the booth； the silver fork dangling from his tongue； blood puddling in the oysters Bienville。
And that had been the end of it。
Now； the next morning； Keyes was certain the cops would arrive any minute with a warrant。
Actually it turned out to be Al Garcia； all by himself。
He knocked twice and barged in。
〃What a pit！〃 he said； looking around。
〃Why； thank you； Al。〃
Garcia sullenly peered into the murky fish tank。
〃Don't smear up the glass；〃 Keyes said。
〃Those are the ugliest guppies I ever saw；〃 Garcia said。
〃They're catfish；〃 Keyes said。 〃They eat up the slime。〃
〃Well； they're doing a helluva job。 It looks like somebody pissed in this aquarium。〃
〃Anything's possible；〃 Keyes muttered。 He lay on the sofa； the newspaper spread across his chest。 Garcia picked it up and pointed to the article about Mitch Klein。
〃Did you do this； Brian？〃
〃I got mad。 Klein went to see Ernesto yesterday and told him the case was locked。 Told him he didn't have a chance。 Told him to plead guilty or they were going to charbroil him。 Ernesto wanted to fight the charges but Klein told him to quit while he was ahead。 Ernesto was going nuts in jail； all the queers chasing him。 He had that incredible tattoo on his joint。 The one I told you about。〃
〃Fidel Castro。〃
〃Yeah；〃 Keyes said。 〃Well； some maniac tried to bite it off one night in the shower。 Thought if he chomped off Ernesto's dick； it would kill the real Fidel in Havana。 Witchcraft； he said。 Somehow Ernesto got away from the guy； but he was scared out of his mind。 He said he'd do anything to get out of jail。 So when Klein told him he'd better plan on twenty…five to life； I guess Ernesto figured he was better off dead。〃
〃But Brian…〃
〃Why didn't that cocksucker Klein talk to me before he went over to the jail？ That case wasn't locked； no way。 You know I'm right； Al。〃
〃All I know；〃 the detective said； 〃is that we'll never know。 You gotta calm down； brother。〃
Keyes closed his eyes。 〃Maybe I'm just mad at myself。 I should have told Klein about El Fuego as soon as I saw the second letter。 But how was I to know the sonofabitch was in such a hurry to dump the case？ Whoever heard of pleading your man five day