anything to you?â
I thought about Max lying on the cheap green rug with his throat cut. âI hope not,â I said.
CHAPTER NINE
I USED THE PHONE in Audreyâs kitchen to make the calls. First I called Senator William Corsingâs office. The Senator was in a meeting but had left word that he would very much like to see me at ten oâclock, if that were convenient. If ten wouldnât do, perhaps I could make it eleven.
The young woman whom I talked to had a voice that sounded the way divinity fudge tastes and when I told her that I could make it at ten her grateful, slightly breathless reply made me feel that maybe with my help the republic could be saved after all.
I called Ward Murfin next and when he came on he didnât say hello, he said, âMax didnât leave any insurance.â
âIâm sorry,â I said.
Murfin sighed. âMe and Marjorie were up with her most of the night. She kept saying she was gonna kill herself. You know how Dorothy is.â
I indeed knew how Dorothy Quane was. Dorothy and I had once had a very brief, incredibly gloomy time twelve years before that in retrospect seemed like one long, wet, dismal Sunday afternoon. I had introduced her to Max Quane and he had won her away from me. I had been grateful to Max ever since. Max had never said whether he was grateful to me for introducing him to Dorothy and I had never asked.
âWell,â I said, âwhat can I do?â
âYou can be a pallbearer,â Murfin said. âI canât find any fuckinâ pallbearers. The guyâs thirty-seven years old and I canât find six guys whoâll be his pallbearers.â
âI donât go to funerals,â I said.
âYou donât go to funerals.â Murfin sounded as if I had told him that I didnât go to bed nights, but hung from the rafters instead.
âI donât go to funerals, wakes, weddings, christenings, church bazaars, political rallies, or office Christmas parties. Iâm sorry Max is dead because I liked him. Iâll even go by and see Dorothy this afternoon and ask if she and her kids would like to come out and stay at the farm for a while. But I wonât be a pallbearer.â
âLast night,â Murfin said. âThey had Max on the six oâclock news last night. Well, Marjorie and me get over there about six-thirty, maybe seven, and Dorothyâs already flipped. So hell, you know, we figure weâll stay maybe a couple of hours or so, maybe even three or four, and then we figure the neighbors or somebody elseâll come by and take over. Nobody.â
âNobody at all?â
âJust the cops. Nobody came. Nobody even called except some reporters. Thatâs kinda hard to believe, isnât it?
âKind of,â I said. âMax knew a lot of people.â
âYou know something?â Murfin said, âI donât think Max had any friends except me. And maybe you, although Iâm not too sure about you since you donât wanta be a pallbearer.â
I told him again that Iâd stop by and see Dorothy that afternoon. Then I asked, âWhat did Vullo say?â
âWell, he seemed to think that Max went and got himself killed on purpose, you know what I mean? He said he was sorry and all that, but he kinda hurried over it. What he was really interested in was how we were gonna replace Max. I told him Iâd work on it and then he wanted to know if Iâd heard from you on account of maybe youâd have some ideas.â
âI donât have any,â I said.
âYou tell him that,â Murfin said. âHe wants to see you today.â
âWhen?â
âThis afternoon.â
âWhat time?â
âTwo-thirty?â
I thought about it. âIâll come by at two and maybe you and I can figure out what to do about Dorothy.â
âMaybe we can figure out how youâre gonna tell her who Max was shacked up
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