By midnight, the bar was almost empty. The weather report had promised more snow after midnight, and most people had opted to leave early rather than risk driving in a blizzard. Jackie and the Fulcis still remained, bottles racked up before them, but the rest of the customers in the restaurant area were already standing and putting on their coats. Two men at the far end of the bar called for their check, wished me good night, and then departed, leaving only one other drinker at the counter. She had been with a group of Portland cops earlier in the evening, but when they had gone she had stayed, taking a book from her bag and reading it quietly. Nobody bothered her. Although she was small and dark and pretty, she gave off a vibe, and even the International Players of the World kept their distance from her. Still, she looked familiar to me from somewhere. It took me a moment or two, and then I had it. She glanced up and saw me staring at her.
“It’s okay,” she said. “I’m leaving.”
“You don’t have to,” I replied. “The staff usually stay on for a drink, maybe something to eat, on Friday nights. You’re not in anybody’s way.”
I indicated the glass of red wine at her right hand. There was only a single mouthful left.
“Fill that up for you?” I asked. “It’s on the house.”
“Isn’t that illegal after hours?”
“You going to report me, Officer Macy?”
Her nose wrinkled. “You know who I am?”
“Read about you in c abe wthe papers, and I’ve seen you around some. You were involved in that business out on Sanctuary.”
“As were you.”
“Only at the edges.” I reached out a hand. “My friends call me Charlie.”
“Mine call me Sharon.”
We shook hands.
“Shaving cut?” she asked, pointing at my neck.
“I have an unsteady hand,” I said.
“Bad news for a bartender.”
“That’s why I quit. Tonight’s a favor for an old friend.”
“What will you do instead?”
“What I used to do. They took away my license for a time. Soon, I’ll have it back.”
“Evildoers beware,” she said. There was a smile on her face, but her eyes were serious.
“Something like that.”
I replaced her glass with a clean one, and filled it with the best California we had in the house.
“Will you join me?” she said, and when she said those words they seemed to promise, at some point in the future, more than a drink in a dimly lit bar.
“Sure,” I said. “It would be a pleasure.”
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I AM IMMENSELY GRATEFUL to a number of people who gave generously of their time, and their knowledge, when it came to the research for this book. In particular, I would like to thank Peter English, formerly of the Ninth Precinct in New York, who brought its streets to life for me, and without whom this book would be much poorer. Dave Evans and all the staff at the Great Lost Bear (www.greatlostbear.com), the best bar in Portland, Maine, were immensely hospitable, and willing to give a job to a detective who was down on his luck. My thanks also to Joe Long, Seth Kavanagh, Christina Guglielmetti, Clair Lamb (www.answergirl.net), Mark Hall, and Jane and Shane Phalen, all of whom helped me to mask my ignorance at various stages in the writing. Any mistakes are my own, and I apologize for them.
Books and articles that proved useful include New York: An Illustrated History by Ric Burns and James Sanders, with Lisa Ades (Alfred A. Knopf, 1999); The Columbia Guide to America in the 1960s by David Farber and Beth Bailey (Columbia University Press, 2001); The Sixties: Years of Hope, Days of Rage by Todd Gitlin (Bantam, 1993); The Movement and the Sixties: Protest in America from Queensboro to Wounded Knee by Terry H. Anderson (Oxford University Press, 1995); The Neighborhoods of Brooklyn, John B. Manbeck, consulting editor (Yale University Press, 1998); and “Spider manipulation by a wasp larva” (Nature, vol. 406, July 20, 2000).
Thank you to Sue Fletcher, my editor at Hodder Stoughton in London, and the staff at Hodder; to Emily Bestler, my editor at A f yotria in New York, and everyone at Atria and Simon Schuster; to my agent, Darley Anderson, and his wonderful team; and to Madeira James (www.xuni.com) and Jayne Doherty, who look after my website but whose kindness and support go far beyond that. I would be lost without you all.
Finally, much love to Jennie, Cameron, and Alistair, who have to put up with all the behind-the-scenes stuff.