A thick-necked sergeant recognized Shayne as he crossed the lobby, and he stepped forward to intercept him. He took Shayne by the arm and said gruffly: “What you wanta pop up here for, Mike? We got a pickup on you for the Beach in case you don’t know.” Shayne said, “I know, Shannon. Is the chief upstairs?” “Yeh. Three-o-six.” They moved toward the elevator together. “You could duck out the back way right now,” Shannon muttered. “I’ll see that the boys stay clammed up.” A frightened Negro operator was waiting to take them up in the elevator. He rolled his eyes at the burly sergeant with the redheaded detective, clanged the door shut, and went up to the third floor without waiting for an order. A couple of cops outside 306 were holding back an excited and morbidly curious group of chattering tenants. They stepped aside to let Shannon push Shayne through. A police photographer had his tripod set up and was shooting pictures of the interior of Mona Tabor’s apartment with the body of Carl Meldrum lying in the center of the floor.
What do You think about The Uncomplaining Corpses?
