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must have considered me if he was in his right mind at all. He had to consider the cops even if it was an ordinary job. But this was a cop killing which made it worse. I was sure of one thing though, I’d be on the kill list for sure, especially after I made the rounds of everyone connected with it.
    So far, I couldn’t find anything on Kalecki or Kines. No motive yet. That would come later. They both had the chance to knock off Jack. George Kalecki wasn’t what people thought him to be. His finger was still in the rackets. Possibilities there. Where Hal came in was something else again. He was tied up in some way. Maybe not. Maybe so. I’d find out.
    My thoughts wandered around the general aspects of the case without reaching any conclusions. Pat went through the city sans benefit of a siren, unlike a lot of coppers, and we finally pulled up to the curb in front of his precinct station.
    Upstairs he pulled open the bottom drawer of his desk and drew out a pint of bourbon from a lunch box. He handed me a man-sized slug of the stuff and set up one for himself. I poured mine down in one gulp.
    â€œWant another?”
    â€œNope. Want some information. What were you going to tell me?” He went over to a filing cabinet and drew out a folder. I noticed the label. It read, “Myrna Devlin.”
    Pat sat down and shook out the contents. The dossier was complete. It had everything on her that I had and more. “What’s the angle, Pat?” I knew he was getting at something. “Are you connecting Myrna with this? If you are you’re barking up the wrong tree.”
    â€œPerhaps. You see, Mike, when Jack first found Myrna trying to go over the railing of the bridge, he treated her like any other narcotic case. He took her to the emergency ward of the hospital.” Pat rose and shoved his hands in his pockets. His mouth talked, but I could see that his mind was deep in thought. “It was through constant contact with her that he fell in love. It was real enough for him. He saw all the bad side of her before he saw the good. If he could love her then he could love her anytime.”
    â€œI don’t follow, Pat. I know Myrna as well as Jack did. If you smear her all over the papers as a number-one candidate for the hot squat you and me are going to have it out.”
    â€œDon’t fly off the handle, Mike. There’s more to it than that. After she was released, she made Jack promise not to follow it up any further. He agreed.”
    â€œI know,” I cut in, “I was there that night.”
    â€œWell, Jack held up his end to her all right, but that didn’t take in the whole department. Narcotics comes under a separate bureau. The case was turned over to them. Myrna didn’t know anything about it, but while she was out, she talked. We had a steno taking down every word she said and she said plenty. Narcotics was able to snare a ring that was operating around the city, but when they made the raid there was some shooting, and during it the one guy that would have been able to spill the beans caught one in the head and the cycle stopped there.”
    â€œThat’s news to me, Pat.”
    â€œYeah, you were in the army then. It took awhile to track the outfit down, nearly a year. It didn’t stop even then. The outfit was working interstate and the feds were in on it. They laid off Myrna when they went into her history. She was a small-town girl here in the city to break into show business. Unfortunately, she got mixed up with the wrong outfit and got put on the stuff by one of her roommates. Their contact was a guy who was paying for protection as a bookie, but who used the cover to peddle dope. His guardian angel was a politician who now occupies a cozy cell in Ossining on the Hudson.
    â€œThe head of the outfit was a shrewd operator. No one knew or saw him. Transactions were made by mail. Dope was sent in to post-office boxes, very skillfully disguised.