Chapter 8
AT the fountain in City Hall Drug McCord ate a ten o’clock breakfast and read the early editions of the afternoon papers. In rough tweeds and black brogues he looked and felt pretty good, considering. The bruise on the side of his face could have been no more than the result of a minor altercation with his wife, had he had one. The papers headlined the Hammerschlag kill, carrying a picture of the Dutchman when he had been a harness bull. There was also a picture of Hope Martin under the caption: “Wanted For Questioning!”
Captain O’Meara’s official statement was a masterpiece of words without meaning. He had managed to kill the story of Faith’s clandestine meeting with her sister Hope, and the attack on Charity and McCord was carefully played down.
McCord was surprised that O’M
