Death of a Pusher

Chapter 4

I accompanied Polacek down to the basement. Norman Dollinger went back across the street to his office, and Carl stayed in the squadroom.

I knew I didn’t have to give Carl any instructions. While I was getting the prisoner checked out, he would be arranging for a stakeout to tail Polacek from the moment he walked out of headquarters. From then until the day we netted Goodie White, Benny Polacek would be under around-the-clock surveillance.

When Polacek had received and receipted for his personal possessions, I took him back up to the waiting room.

There was a girl standing over at the information desk who drew my attention the moment we entered the room. About twenty-five, she had a lovely but somewhat expressionless heart-shaped face surrounded by honey blonde hair which hung to her shoulders. She wore a tight summer-weight dress which showed off a near-perfect figure, with long tapering legs, a wasp waist, and a firm, outthrust bosom.

She glanced our way as we came in, a smile of relief forming on her face, and she deserted the cop on the information desk to come toward us. She couldn’t have been wearing a brassiere, judging from the motion of her bosom every time her high heels hit the floor. I watched interestedly as she approached.

“I was just asking about you, Benny,” she said, halting in front of us. “I would have been down sooner, but Charlie just phoned me that you were in jail. I brought my checkbook, if you need bail.”

“Charlie who?” I asked.

She gazed at me, distracted by the question, but not really interested in who I was.

“I don’t need bail,” Polacek said. “It was all a mistake, and I’m just leaving. How’d you come down?”

“By taxi.”

“We’ll grab another, and I’ll take you home. Let’s go.”

She made no attempt to move. “Why’d they arrest you?”

“I told you it was a mistake. Let’s get out of here.”

He tried to take her elbow, but she shook him off. “If it was a mistake, you ought to sue for false arrest.” She looked at me. “Are you a policeman?”

“Uh-huh. Sergeant Matt Rudd. Who are you?”

“April French. Why’d you arrest Benny?”

I studied her, deciding that she actually didn’t know. She was such a clean, fresh-looking girl, I couldn’t imagine what her interest could be in a dope pusher. Of course, she seemingly didn’t know he was a pusher, or she would have been aware of why he had been arrested. And Polacek wasn’t a bad-looking guy.

I said, “Didn’t friend Charlie tell you?”

Polacek tried to take her elbow again. “Come on, honey. The sergeant’s a busy man. I’ll tell you all about it.”

“Just hold up, Benny,” I said. “I want to talk to the lady.”

Polacek scowled, but there was nothing he could do about it. Subsiding, he stood uncomfortably shifting from foot to foot.

“Well?” I asked the girl. “Didn’t this Charlie who phoned you say what the rap was?”

“No. He claimed he didn’t know. He just said Benny was in jail.”

“Only one person could have known that,” I said. “What’s Charlie’s last name?”

“Don’t tell him,” Polacek said quickly, which told me what I already suspected. Charlie was the driver Polacek had refused to name.

The girl gave him a startled look, then gazed back at me. “What’s this all about, Sergeant?”

I contemplated her for a moment before asking, “What’s Benny to you?”

“He’s my boy friend.”

“I see. You know what business he’s in?”

“Of course. He’s a salesman.”

“Yeah,” I said. “He sells heroin.”

Her eyes grew enormous. She looked from me to Polacek, then back again. “You can’t be serious.”

“I don’t joke about that subject, April. I can’t see anything funny about horse. What do you do for a living?”

She was a little taken aback by the abrupt change of subject. After staring at me, she said, “I work in a chorus.”

“You’d better stick to your chorus line and give this slob the elbow,” I said. “He’s been up for peddling three times. Once more and he’s in for life.”

She gazed at Benny Polacek as though she had never seen him before. Then she abruptly turned and flounced toward the front door. Polacek watched her receding back ruefully until she disappeared.

“Thanks a bunch, pal,” he said.

“Did you expect a character reference?” I growled. “Just because you’re working with us under pressure doesn’t mean I have to like you. I did her a favor. She has no business running around with a slob like you. You must not have known her long.”

“How you figure that?”

“You’d have had her hooked if you’d been working on her any length of time. She isn’t, or she would have known you were a pusher. Get out of here before I kick your pelvis up between your shoulder blades.”

Giving me a wary look, he headed for the door. I went back upstairs to the squadroom.

During the next couple of days we busied ourselves on other cases, as there was nothing much we could do about Goodie White until the time came for Benny Polacek to set him up. We did have the lab build us a piece of equipment, and we put an outside stakeout on the bowling alley. The stakeout reported a couple of known pushers visiting the place, in each case staying only a few minutes. Neither pusher was bothered, because we were after bigger game.

The stakeouts on Benny Polacek reported him living a quiet life. He had an apartment over on Clarkson and seemed to be spending most of his time there. When he did go out, it was usually only to a restaurant or tavern, and while he had a few casual conversations with people he encountered, his tails got the impression they were accidental meetings. He didn’t come in contact with anyone recognized by the stakeouts as underworld characters.

Rookie Herman Joyce was off on a two-day leave. He was due back on Friday, and I asked Captain Parker to have him drop by the squadroom when he got off duty that day.

Joyce was on the day trick, so it was about a quarter after five when he showed. He was wearing a crew cut and was spick-and-span in a clean blue uniform.

“You look a little different than the last time I saw you,” I said with a grin. “All rested up?”

“Mentally and emotionally. I wore myself out physically following a trout stream for two days. Captain Parker says you want to use me on a special assignment again.”

“Uh-huh. Only this will be a one-day stand, probably for less than an hour. Ever use a movie camera?”

“Sure. I own one.”

“This is a kind of special camera,” I said. “Show him, Carl.”

Lincoln went to his locker and got out the contraption the lab had built for us. It had been an ordinary bowling bag, but the boys in the lab had modified it considerably. Instead of a ball, it contained a movie camera of the type with the view finder on the top, so that the lens was aimed by looking downward.

Carl had the rookie sit in a chair, placed the bag on his lap, and separated the twin handles on top. There was a one-inch-square hole between them, and the view finder was flush with the hole. Carl lifted a small tab at the front of the bag to disclose the camera lens.

“This is the switch,” Carl said, indicating the zipper tab. He flipped it upward, then down again. “There’s no film in it at the moment, so you can try it out. Pretend you’re taking a picture of that file cabinet over there.”

Herman Joyce focused on the file cabinet and lifted the zipper tab. He looked up in surprise. “I can feel the vibration of the spring motor running, but I can’t hear it.”

“You’re not supposed to,” Carl said dryly. “In our work we wouldn’t have much use for a camera that buzzed like an alarm clock.”

“Think you can handle it all right?” I asked.

“Sure. There’s nothing to it.”

“O.K., here’s the setup. Next Friday afternoon Benny Polacek is going to make a wholesale buy at the White Bowl over on the East Side. The transfer will be made at the reservation desk. Do you bowl?”

“Some. I’m not in any league.”

“Ever been to the White Bowl?”

Joyce shook his head. “That’s not in my part of town.”

“Good. That makes it better. Go on home and put on a bowling shirt. Run out there and bowl a couple of games. Don’t attract attention to yourself, but case the area around the lane-reservation desk. Actually, the transfer will be made from behind the showcase next to it, so keep that in mind. Pick a spot where you can sit down and be in camera range.”

“I understand.”

“Once you’ve cased the place, I want you to stay away from it. The next time you walk in, it will be to make a movie. You’ll continue to work your regular job with Metro until we need you, which will probably be next Friday afternoon. O.K.?”

“Got it, Sarge.” He rose and set the concealed camera on a nearby table. “You’ll give me a little notice, will you?”

“I’ll phone Captain Parker as soon as Polacek makes a definite appointment for the buy.”

“Fine,” he said. “See you guys around.”

“There goes a pretty nice kid,” Carl said when Joyce had walked out. “We ought to get him transferred over here.”

“A nice kid like that?” I said. “Why do him that dirty a trick?”

We carefully stayed away from Benny Polacek, not wanting the rumor to start that he was being visited by cops. The stakeouts were keeping sufficient track of him so that personal contact wasn’t necessary.

It was Wednesday evening before I finally phoned him.

“This is Matt Rudd,” I said when he answered the phone. “You alone?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I guess it’s about time you set up an appointment with Goodie.”

“I already have,” he said. “I called him this afternoon and told him I’d be needing my regular supply Friday. It’s all set for seven Friday night.”

“Friday night? I thought you were setting it up for the afternoon.”

“Goodie’s idea,” he said. “I guess he won’t be there in the afternoon. I didn’t ask why the change.”

“O.K. I won’t call you again, so if there’s any switch in plans, contact me. You want us to furnish the marked money, or have you got enough? We’ll reimburse you, of course, because you won’t get back what you pass to Goodie. It’ll be evidence.”

“I’ve got enough bills. And I know how to mark them. I ought to. I’ve been clipped with marked bills four times.”

“Good. Then we’ll see you Friday night.”

When I hung up, I phoned Metro and asked the nightwatch commander to put a note in Herman Joyce’s box telling him to buzz me at five the next day.

“I guess that’s that,” I said to Carl when I hung up the second time. “Now all we have to do is wait until Friday night.”