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“I’m asking you to watch him.”
Tommy Thompson took another swig from his glass. He glanced at O’Shay’s thumb gouge and quickly looked away. “I don’t suppose,” he said petulantly, “I get any say in this.”
“Follow him. But don’t tip your hand.”
“All right. If that’s what you want, that’s what you get. I’ll use the best shadows I got. Kids and cops. No one notices kids and cops. They’re always there, like empty beer barrels on the sidewalk.”
“And tell your cops and kids to keep an eye on Bell, too.”
JOHN SCULLY CRUISED UP the Bowery and into the narrow, twisting streets of Chinatown. Staring at the men’s long pigtails and gawking up at the overhead tangle of fire escapes and clotheslines and signs for Chinese restaurants and teahouses, he was disguised as a “blue jay”-an out-of-town hayseed who was wandering the big city for a good time. He had just appeared to find it in the arms of a skinny streetwalker who had also ventured over from the Bowery when a pair of corner loafers visiting from that same neighborhood flashed a rusty knife and a blackjack and demanded his money.
Scully turned out his pockets. A roll of cash fell to the pavement. They snatched it and ran, never knowing how lucky they were that the ice-blooded detective had not felt sufficiently threatened to spoil his disguise by opening fire with the Browning Vest Pocket tucked in the small of his back.
The woman who had observed the robbery said, “Don’t expect nothin’ from me with your empty pockets.”
Scully tugged open some stitches of his coat lining and pulled out an envelope. Peering into it, he said, “Looky here. Enough left to make both our nights.”
She brightened at the sight of the dough.
“What do say we get something to drink first?” said Scully, offering a kindness to which she was unaccustomed.
After they were settled in a booth in the back of Mike Callahan’s, a dive around the corner on Chatham Square, with a round of whiskey in her and another on the way, he asked casually, “Say, do you suppose those fellers was Gophers?”
“What? What the hell are go-phers?”
“The men who robbed me. Gophers? Like gangsters.”
“Go-phers? Oh, Goofers!” She laughed. “Mother of Mary, where did you come from?”
“Well, were they?”
“Could be,” she said. “They’ve been drifting down from Hell’s Kitchen for a couple of months now.”
Scully had heard rumors of this strange news from others. “What do you mean, a couple of months? Is that unusual?”
“Used to be the Five Pointers would bust their heads. Or they’d be chopped by the Hip Sing. Now they’re walking around like they own the place.”
“What is Hip Sing?” Scully asked innocently.
26
ISAAC,” JOSEPH VAN DORN PROTESTED EXASPERATEDLY. “You’ve got Japs and Germans darned-near red-handed, the French spying on the Great White Fleet, and a Russian practically living in Farley Kent’s design loft. Why are you launching a frontal attack on the British Empire? From where I sit, they appear to be the only innocents in this whole tangled spiderweb.”
“Apparently innocent,” Isaac Bell retorted.
With Washington, D.C., Van Dorn Detective Agency operatives shadowing Yamamoto Kenta to determine the extent of the Japanese spy’s organization and Harry Warren’s boys trawling Hell’s Kitchen to get a line on the upward-bound Commodore Tommy Thompson’s new connections, Bell decided it was time to confront the Royal Navy.
“The British didn’t build the most powerful Navy in the world without keeping a close eye on their rivals. Based on Abbington-Westlake’s successes against the French, I’m willing to bet that they’re probably pretty good it.”
“But you’ve got the Jap dead to rights. Have you considered picking up Yamamoto right now?”
“Before he gets away or does more damage? Of course! But then how do we determine who else he’s tied up with?”
“Partners?”
“Maybe partners. Maybe underlings. Maybe a boss.” Bell shook his head. “It’s what we don?
?t know that concerns me. Assume that Yamamoto is the spy we think he is. How did he persuade that German to attack the Michigan? How did he get him or some other German to attack at Bethlehem Steel? We know, according to the Smithsonian, that he was in Washington the day that poor kid fell off the cliff. Who did Yamamoto get to push him? Who did he send to Newport that almost got Wheeler in his cottage?”
