Harris said, "Which Paradiso?"
"The old man."
Harris said, " Damn. I was hoping it was his kid." He looked at Delsa. "I bet you were too. You know who fat-ass Tony's gonna say did it, some quick-draw cop. Some cowboy they sued on a wrongful death and it cost the city money."
Delsa was looking at Jackie. "Who's the woman?"
"They don't have a name yet. Blond, mid-twenties, wearing a little pleated skirt. Response was from the Seventh, the OIC's your old buddy Dermot Cleary."
"Where were they found?"
"Didn't say. Three others in the house when the shots were fired."
"They still there?"
"Waiting for us," Jackie said.
7
They parked on the street. three figures now in dark coats leaving the car, Harris wearing a brown Borsalino, saying, "The advantage of the swing, Frank, you don't get a backache, or rug burns when you have to do it on the floor."
They walked toward the house all lit up, the driveway full of cars, Jackie Michaels saying, "White-boy Glenn brought one of those home-you have to be a trapeze artist to get laid in it, believe me. Glenn fell out on his head and that was the end of the Love Swing."
They ducked under police tape and the dark sedans in the drive became radio cars and it was a crime scene.
The sergeant from the Seventh Precinct, Dermot Cleary, Delsa's partner his rookie year, was waiting near the entrance. He said, "Two of 'em for you, Frank. Anthony Paradiso-a shame it isn't Tony Jr., the fuck, and a Kelly Barr, white female twenty-seven, resides on River Place off Franklin. They're in the living room."
Delsa said, "And three witnesses?"
Cleary, flipping open his notebook, stepped into the light above the double doors. Delsa saw one of the rose-colored panes of glass had been shattered.
"Montez Taylor, black male thirty-three, lives on the premises." Cleary looked up from his notes.