Part 3 (2/2)

”All right, Chief,” Malone said.

”It was just after dawn--early in the morning.” Malone wondered briefly if there were parts of the world where dawn came, say, late in the afternoon, or during the evening sometime, but he said nothing.

”The street was deserted,” Burris went on. ”But it was pretty light out, and the witnesses are willing to swear that there was n.o.body on that street for a block in either direction. Except them, of course.”

”Except who?” Malone said.

”Except the witnesses,” Burris said patiently. ”Four cops, police officers who were standing on the front steps of the precinct station, talking. They were waiting to go on duty, or anyhow that's what the report said. It's lucky they were there, for whatever reason; they're the only witnesses we've got.”

Burris stopped. Malone waited a few seconds and then said, as calmly as he could, ”Witnesses to what?”

”To this whole business with Sergeant Jukovsky,” Burris said.

The sudden introduction of a completely new name confused Malone for an instant, but he recovered gamely. ”Sergeant Jukovsky was the man who investigated the car,” he said.

”That's right,” Burris said. ”Except that he didn't.”

Malone sighed.

”Those four officers--the witnesses--they weren't paying much attention to what looked like the routine investigation of a parked car,” Burris said. ”But here's their testimony. They were standing around talking when this Sergeant Jukovsky came out of the station, spoke to them in pa.s.sing, and went on across the street. He didn't seem very worried or alarmed about anything.”

”Good,” Malone said involuntarily. ”I mean, go on, Chief,” he added.

”Ah,” Burris said. ”All right. Well. According to Jukovsky, he took a look at the plate and found the numbers checked the listing he had for a stolen Connecticut car. Then he walked around to take a look inside the car. It was empty. Get that, Malone. The car was empty.”

”Well,” Malone said, ”it was parked. I suppose parked cars are usually empty. What's special about this one?”

”Wait and see,” Burris said ominously. ”Jukovsky swears the car was empty. He tried the doors, and they were all locked but one, the front door on the curb side, the driver's door. So he opened it, and leaned over to have a look at the odometer to check the mileage. And something clobbered him on the back of the head.”

”One of the other cops,” Malone said.

”One of the--who?” Burris said. ”No. Not the cops. Not at all.”

”Then something fell on him,” Malone said. ”Okay. Then whatever fell on him ought to be--”

”Malone,” Burris said.

”Yes, Chief?”

”Jukovsky woke up on the sidewalk with the other cops all around him.

There was nothing on that sidewalk but Jukovsky. Nothing could have fallen on him; it hadn't landed anywhere, if you see what I mean.”

”Sure,” Malone said. ”But--”

”Whatever it was,” Burris said, ”they didn't find it. But that isn't the peculiar thing.”

”No?”

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