The Man Who Came Uptown
- Автор: Пелеканос Джордж
- Год: 2018
- Язык: английский
- Год: Mulholland Books / Little, Brown and Company
- ISBN: 978-0-316-47982-0
- Жанр: Криминальные детективы
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When Anna was on this ward, she was inevitably reminded of an inmate named Lester Irby, a writer who’d had an entry, “God Don’t Like Ugly,” in a short-story collection set in the District that had been distributed by a legit New York publisher. Irby, seventy, had died of a stroke while incarcerated in the D.C. Jail. The unit got swelteringly hot during the summer months, and it was said that faulty air-conditioning ducts prevented cool air from reaching the block. The heat, most likely, contributed to his death. Anna missed Mr. Irby still. With her, he had always been a gentleman.
“Anna, you ready?” said Carmia. “I got to pick up my baby.”
“Yes. Let’s go.”
That evening, Anna suggested to Rick that they have dinner at the District Line, and Rick said, “What, you wanna go see your boyfriend?”
Anna didn’t smile or defend herself, so he didn’t push the joke. She didn’t like it when he kidded her about the offenders she knew or cracked on her job. Since he had moved up in the law firm, Rick had become a little cynical about people who committed crimes or, in general, those who led imperfect lives. He talked about the choices people made, as if everyone came from the same starting point or was lucky enough to have drawn the inside lane by an accident of birth. But then, when she became annoyed, she checked herself, because she lived with Rick and she knew who he was. Despite his sometimes sarcastic words, he was a decent man in his everyday interactions. She watched the courtesy he showed their neighbors and listened to how he dealt with people who worked in the restaurants and bars they frequented. He never talked down to anyone. Rick was becoming more of a law-and-order man as he grew older, which was not uncommon, and he was also basically good.
“We can go somewhere else if you want to,” said Anna. “But you always talk about how you like the food and the atmosphere there.”
“The DL is fine.”
They sat out on the patio, lit by strings of Christmas lights, because it was warm enough and the night sky was clear. They were at a table along the sidewalk. Anna had placed her cell phone on the table’s edge and they were drinking a couple of beers, sharing a prosciutto and gorgonzola bruschetta, and waiting for their pizzas to arrive. Anna had not seen Michael Hudson and did not know if he was on shift. She hoped he’d come outside if he was.
There were many people out, patrons on the patio and residents on the streets. She didn’t notice the short man wearing an old motorcycle leather walking along the sidewalk in front of the restaurant, as he was one of many. So she was startled when he reached over the railing and lifted her iPhone off the table where she had placed it. For a moment, as she took in the event, she simply watched him sprint north on Eleventh.
Anna shouted, “Hey!” and Rick registered the situation and came out of his chair. He placed a hand on the railing, leaped over it athletically, and broke into a run almost as soon as his feet hit the sidewalk below. He was in pursuit of the man, who had cut right on Newton and was already out of sight.
Minutes later, inside the dining room, Michael, who was picking up a rack of glassware at the service end of the bar, saw some folks standing by the north windows, talking excitedly and looking out to the street. Michael went there and observed Anna, standing by a table at the edge of the patio, gesturing to Angelos Valis, who had gone outside and was writing something down on a notepad. And then Michael saw Anna’s husband, Rick, walking back to the patio from up around Newton Street. He looked angry.
Michael waited for Angelos to come back inside. Angelos grabbed a waiter and said, “That couple out there, the lady that just got robbed? I’m buying their dinner.”
The waiter said, “You got it, boss.”
“What got stole?” said Michael.
“Her phone,” said Angelos. “Dude grabbed it right off their table and booked.”
“I know her,” said Michael.
“Yeah, they’re regulars,” said Angelos. “I gotta call the police. Then I’ll look at the video. Good thing we got a camera out there.”
“Mind if I look too?” said Michael.
“When it slows down here,” said Angelos, “come upstairs.”
Anna was a little shaken up and wanted a drink, but not at the District Line, so on the walk home they stopped at bar on Georgia that they both liked. Seated at the stick, both of them nursing beers, Rick watched Anna’s lips move, though she was not speaking.
“You’re talking to yourself,” said Rick.
“I’m pissed off.”
“You had your passcode in place, right? Your phone was locked?”
“Always.”
“Was the Find My iPhone thing enabled?”
“No.” Anna shook her head. “And don’t say you told me to do that. I know you did.”
“Okay. When we get home we’ll get on the laptop and change your Apple password. And then we’ll call our carrier and disable the account. It’s a pain in the ass. But it’s no big deal.”
“City life,” she said.
“This shit happens everywhere,” said Rick. “You want to move to the suburbs or something?”
Anna smiled with admiration. “You were out of your chair like a rocket.”
“Little fucker got a jump on me. Once he made the right on Newton, he disappeared.” Rick squeezed her hand. “Let’s settle up and go home.”
Angelos Valis had a small office off the upstairs dining room where he kept top-shelf liquor, his files, and a government-style metal desk. On the desk was a fifteen-inch monitor. Security cameras were in place in both dining rooms, and an outdoor camera had been mounted and pointed at the patio and street. Angelos and Michael were watching a replay of the robbery. Also in the office was Joe, the short wannabe boxer and pizza chef, who was interested in anything that involved conflict and drama.
“That’s him,” said Angelos.
Michael watched as a stocky dude, small as an early teen but a man by age, wearing one of those leather jackets had zippers on the sleeves and chest, grabbed Anna’s phone off the table and sped on foot up the street. Anna stood up, pointed at the man, and then her husband leaped over the railing and gave chase. Looked like her man was in shape.
“You guys recognize him?”
“I don’t,” said Michael, and he looked over at Joe. Joe’s eyes registered something but he held his tongue.
“Well, I reported it to the MPD,” said Angelos. “That’s all I can do.”
Angelos took a call on his cell from the bartender and stepped out of the room. When Angelos was well gone, Michael turned to Joe.