rule.”
“Well, if that’s the rule, whoever said the law is an ass is right. That is asinine.”
Jack smiled to himself. Pat certainly had a way of getting to the heart of the matter.
14
It took about an hour for Ralph Giglio, the police sketch artist, to come up with a detailed picture of the man Paul and David had seen outside their window on the night of Carl Robertson’s murder. Nick and Tony were both impressed.
“We need to get this picture in the neighborhood—stores, shops, apartment buildings—everywhere,” Nick told Tony.
“How about the
Post
and the
News
?” Tony offered. “They’ve been following this case pretty closely. I’ll bet they’ll put something like this on the front page.”
“You’re probably right, but let’s wait. The last thing we want is for this guy to see his picture in the paper and skip town.”
Tony took another look at the sketch. “You know, this guy looks familiar to me. I think I’ve run across him in my travels.”
“Well, if you have, it will come to you probably when you least expect it—like in the shower or something,” Nick said. “Take a copy of the sketch with you and start thinking about all the different places you’ve worked in your career. If you know him, he’ll pop up.”
“All right, I’ll give it a shot,” Tony said as he stuffed a copy of the sketch in his inside jacket pocket.
Meanwhile, Philly Gertz was getting his turn with Ralph. Their attempt to come up with a sketch of the woman who’d been with Angie was a little less successful. Ralph could draw the black hair, but the rest of Philly’s description just didn’t make it.
“She was beautiful.”
“In what way, Philly?”
“She was hot, you know what I mean? Legs up to her neck—man, I’m telling you, she was hot.”
“Can you give me any specifics about what she looked like?”
“I just did.”
“Can you describe her in any other way—her facial features, for instance?”
“All I can tell you is that they were like grapefruits. Not too big, just the right size. You know what I mean?”
“This guy’s impossible,” Ralph told Nick a half hour later. “If he tells me she had nice grapefruits one more time I’m going to club him.”
Nick shook his head knowingly. There were people who just couldn’t manage to provide an accurate description. It didn’t surprise him that Philly Gertz was one of them.
“Thanks, Ralph. I’ll let him go.”
Nick walked out into the waiting area where Philly was sitting.
“Ralph says you were a great help, Philly.”
“Really?”
“Yep.”
“Because I’m kind of a big-picture guy, you know? I’m not much for details.”
“Well, Ralph says he got the big picture.”
“Good, ’cause I was a little worried there.”
“No, you did fine. We’ll be in touch. Thanks again.”
“My pleasure, Nick. I won’t forget you guys, either—you know, when the press comes around.”
“Thanks, Philly.”
Nick had gotten in touch with Angie, and the next morning he and Tony arrived at her apartment to tie up some loose ends.
Angie looked much better this time. The dark circles under her eyes were gone and she appeared well rested. She was dressed in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, her blond hair pulled back in a ponytail. Nick could see the disappointmenton Tony’s face. Tony had wanted to see Angie one more time in that nightgown. The man was hopeless. It wasn’t an entire disaster for Tony, however. Angie was just plain beautiful any way you cut it, and she looked especially sexy in jeans and a T-shirt.
“Won’t you come in, gentlemen?” She motioned to them with a polite smile on her face.
The apartment had changed quite a bit since their last visit. There were boxes everywhere, some of them half-filled, some already sealed.
“I’m not waiting for Carl’s family to get a court order. I’m getting my things and I’m getting out,” she told them before they could ask.
Tony and Nick both knew the
“Well, if that’s the rule, whoever said the law is an ass is right. That is asinine.”
Jack smiled to himself. Pat certainly had a way of getting to the heart of the matter.
14
It took about an hour for Ralph Giglio, the police sketch artist, to come up with a detailed picture of the man Paul and David had seen outside their window on the night of Carl Robertson’s murder. Nick and Tony were both impressed.
“We need to get this picture in the neighborhood—stores, shops, apartment buildings—everywhere,” Nick told Tony.
“How about the
Post
and the
News
?” Tony offered. “They’ve been following this case pretty closely. I’ll bet they’ll put something like this on the front page.”
“You’re probably right, but let’s wait. The last thing we want is for this guy to see his picture in the paper and skip town.”
Tony took another look at the sketch. “You know, this guy looks familiar to me. I think I’ve run across him in my travels.”
“Well, if you have, it will come to you probably when you least expect it—like in the shower or something,” Nick said. “Take a copy of the sketch with you and start thinking about all the different places you’ve worked in your career. If you know him, he’ll pop up.”
“All right, I’ll give it a shot,” Tony said as he stuffed a copy of the sketch in his inside jacket pocket.
Meanwhile, Philly Gertz was getting his turn with Ralph. Their attempt to come up with a sketch of the woman who’d been with Angie was a little less successful. Ralph could draw the black hair, but the rest of Philly’s description just didn’t make it.
“She was beautiful.”
“In what way, Philly?”
“She was hot, you know what I mean? Legs up to her neck—man, I’m telling you, she was hot.”
“Can you give me any specifics about what she looked like?”
“I just did.”
“Can you describe her in any other way—her facial features, for instance?”
“All I can tell you is that they were like grapefruits. Not too big, just the right size. You know what I mean?”
“This guy’s impossible,” Ralph told Nick a half hour later. “If he tells me she had nice grapefruits one more time I’m going to club him.”
Nick shook his head knowingly. There were people who just couldn’t manage to provide an accurate description. It didn’t surprise him that Philly Gertz was one of them.
“Thanks, Ralph. I’ll let him go.”
Nick walked out into the waiting area where Philly was sitting.
“Ralph says you were a great help, Philly.”
“Really?”
“Yep.”
“Because I’m kind of a big-picture guy, you know? I’m not much for details.”
“Well, Ralph says he got the big picture.”
“Good, ’cause I was a little worried there.”
“No, you did fine. We’ll be in touch. Thanks again.”
“My pleasure, Nick. I won’t forget you guys, either—you know, when the press comes around.”
“Thanks, Philly.”
Nick had gotten in touch with Angie, and the next morning he and Tony arrived at her apartment to tie up some loose ends.
Angie looked much better this time. The dark circles under her eyes were gone and she appeared well rested. She was dressed in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, her blond hair pulled back in a ponytail. Nick could see the disappointmenton Tony’s face. Tony had wanted to see Angie one more time in that nightgown. The man was hopeless. It wasn’t an entire disaster for Tony, however. Angie was just plain beautiful any way you cut it, and she looked especially sexy in jeans and a T-shirt.
“Won’t you come in, gentlemen?” She motioned to them with a polite smile on her face.
The apartment had changed quite a bit since their last visit. There were boxes everywhere, some of them half-filled, some already sealed.
“I’m not waiting for Carl’s family to get a court order. I’m getting my things and I’m getting out,” she told them before they could ask.
Tony and Nick both knew the
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