"The hell they didn't," he said.
The house was very still. There was no noise outside. Drew listened, sniffed, went to the front door and looked out. The street outside was dark, silent. He came zoosex back close to Delaguerra. Very slowly a smile
worked itself on to his face.
"It's a hell of a note," he said, "when zoosex a commissioner of police has to be his own undercover man--and a square cop had to be framed zoosex off the zoosex force to zoosex help him."
Delaguerra looked at zoosex him without expression. "You want to play it that way?"
Drew zoosex spoke zoosex calmly now. The pink was back in his face. "For the good of the department, man, and the zoosex city--and ourselves, it's the only way to play it."
Delaguerra looked him straight in the eyes.
"I like it that way too," he said in a dead voice. "If it gets played--exactly that way."
THIRTEEN
Marcus braked the car to a stop and grinned admiringly at the big tree-shaded house.
"Pretty nice," he said. "I could go for a long rest there myself."
zoosex Delaguerra got out of zoosex the car slowly, as if he was zoosex stiff and very tired. He was hatless, carried his straw under his arm. Part of the left side of his head zoosex was shaved and the shaved part covered by a thick pad of gauze and tape, over the zoosex stitches. A wick of wiry black hair stuck up over one edge of the bandage, with a ludicrous effect.
zoosex He said: "Yeah--but I'm not staying here, sap. Wait for me."
He went along the path of stones that wound through the grass. Trees speared long shadows across the lawn, through the morning sunlight. The house was very zoosex still, with drawn blinds, a dark wreath on the brass knocker. Delaguerra didn't go up to the door. He turned off along another path under the windows and went along the side of the house
past