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Kossowski； together with an assistant state attorney； arrived a few minutes later with a search warrant for the purple Cadillac。 Kossowski and Hoke searched the car。 The car was leased； not owned； and was very clean。 There was nothing in the trunk except for a set of tools。 There was a neatly folded map of Miami in the glove partment and a well…chewed cigar butt in the ashtray。 There were no pen or pencil markings on the map。
〃This kind of search doesn't mean much； Hoke；〃 Kossowski said。 〃When I get it downtown and take it apart； if there's a single grain of horse I'll find it。〃
〃Take it； then。 I think Henderson's on to something。〃
Hoke called the American Hospital and had Henderson paged。 He was in the emergency room。
〃Bill；〃 Hoke said； 〃the car； on a perfunctory search here； was clean。 I told Kossowski to take it downtown for a vacuum job。 There were no packages in the trunk。 It might be a good idea for you to twist this woman's arm。〃
〃I've been trying； but all I get is nunca； like it was the only word she knows。〃
〃Find out what her husband and brother were doing in Miami。〃
〃They were on vacation； she said。〃
〃That isn't good enough。〃
〃Martinez told me we should threaten to take her out to Krome to the alien detention camp and turn her over to the INS。 She has no papers； and as an illegal alien； a few days living with those Haitian women out there might get her to talking。〃
〃Don't just threaten her。 If she won't say anything； take her out there and let the INS have her。 Tell them she might harm herself； and they can slap her in solitary for a couple of days。〃
〃As soon as we can get her out of emergency and into a private room； I'll be able to get tougher。 There's no problem getting her a room…she's got nine hundred dollars in her purse。 The hospital'll be glad to give her a private room until her money runs out。〃
〃Whatever you decide； Bill； it's okay by me。 Evans is taking the bodies now； and the forensic crew's almost finished。 I'll wait around and seal up the townhouse； and check with the morgue later。 Then I'll call you。〃
Two hours later； Hoke stopped at a restaurant in Kendall Lakes。 He had eaten his usual diet breakfast （one poached egg； one slice of dry toast； and coffee） but nothing since。 It was almost four…thirty when he looked over the menu of Roseate Spoon Bill of Fare； a popular short…order restaurant in the rambling shopping center。 When it came to eating； Hoke had a major problem。 He had lost weight the year before； dropping from 205 to 185 pounds； and he wanted to keep it off； but at the same time he was always hungry。 He could stick to his diet for two days at most； and then he went overboard on meat and mashed potatoes。 With his new teeth； he could chew almost anything。
After a prolonged study of the wide…ranging menu； he decided to promise。 He ordered a Spanish omelet with cottage cheese instead of french fries； a dish of applesauce； and told the waitress to hold the toast。
While he waited； Hoke leafed through his notebook and tried to organize his thoughts。 He crossed out the name of Ronald I。 France。 He could do nothing to help him； the grand jury had decided to prosecute this old man for shooting and killing a twelve…year…old boy who had ripped up his flower bed。 The old man was seventy…two years old； and he had cried when Hoke had taken him in for booking。 According to the neighbors； he had been a nice old man； but killing a kid for ripping up a flower bed had been too drastic。 It didn't help that Mr。 France had claimed he only wanted to wound the kid a little with his twelve…gauge shotgun。 If that had been the case； why had he loaded the gun with double…aught shells？ But Hoke didn't cross out the address of Mr。 France。 Sides had been taken in the neighborhood； and Mrs。 France； also seventy…two； was going to get some harassment。
Marshall Fisher…a DOA…suicide。 That was cut…and…dried； but there was going to be an inquest； and he'd have to appear。 He made a check mark to watch his in box for a notice on Fisher。
There were three convenience…store killings under investigation； but no leads。 Signs were posted in English and Spanish in all the convenience stares； stating that the managers were only allowed to have 35 in the cash register。 But the Cuban managers were killed by Cuban gunmen for the 35。 American prisons didn't frighten Marielito criminals； after Castro's； American prisons were country clubs。 And when a witness to a killing was found； which was seldom； he was too scared to point out the killer。
When Hoke ran across the address； 〃K。P。T。…157 Ave。… 6…418E；〃 he was puzzled for a few moments。 Not only was he hungry but he had a lot on his mind。 There was no name； and he didn't know anyone who lived out this far in Kendall。 Then he recalled that this was Susan Waggoner's address。 Inasmuch as 157th Avenue was Dade County； and not Miami Police Department territory； Hoke rarely got this far west。 All of West Kendall came under Metro Police jurisdiction。
Hoke was curious about this peculiar couple； and especially the jock； although he didn't believe for a second that Susan had ordered 〃Junior Mendez〃 to break her brother's finger。 She had seemed too dimwitted even to entertain the idea； but still； it wouldn't hurt anything to talk to her while he was out this way。 He might pick up some information on the boyfriend。 If they were college students studying for degrees in management； maybe he and Henderson should enroll in a seminary and work on doctor of divinity degrees。
The tall unfinished buildings in Kendall Pines Terrace reminded Hoke of the Roman apartment houses he had seen in Italian neorealist movies。 The Salvadoran guard on the gate explained how to get to Building Six； and Hoke took the winding road to the last parking lot； avoiding the speed bumps by going around them on the grass。 He parked in a visitors' slot to avoid being towed away…as advised by the gatekeeper…and rode the elevator to the fourth floor。
Susan opened the door on the first knock； having a little difficulty with the new deadbolt lock； which was still stiff。
〃I don't have much to tell you； Miss Waggoner；〃 Hoke said。 〃But I was out this way； so I thought I'd drop by for a few minutes and talk to you。〃
Susan was wearing a black dress with hose and black pumps。 She had also applied some rouge to her cheeks and wore pink lipstick。 There was a string of imitation pearls around her thin neck。 The dress was too big for her； and she reminded Hoke of a little girl playing dress…up in her mother's clothes。
〃Would you like a beer； sergeant？ Coffee？〃
〃No； no。 Thanks； but I just had lunch。〃
〃Lunch？ It's almost five…thirty。〃
〃An early dinner； then。 I missed lunch； actually； so I had something just now at the Roseate Spoon Bill。〃
〃I go there a lot。 I like the Mexican pizza。〃
〃I've never tried that。〃
〃It's really good。 Lots of cheese。〃
〃I'll try it some time。 Your father came in this morning； Miss Waggoner； and he claimed the two hundred dollars。〃
〃He would。〃
〃But we're going to hold on to the effects for a while。 I was going to call the Krishnas today； but I've been busy with other things。 Has your father contacted you today？〃
Susan shook her head。 〃He won't； either。 But I don't plan on going to the funeral； anyway。〃
〃He said he was going to cremate your brother and scatter the ashes on Lake Okeechobee。〃
〃Martin would like that。 He always liked the lake。〃
〃Your father's staying at the Royalton； downtown； if you want to call him。〃
〃I don't。〃
〃Where's Mendez？〃
〃Who？〃
〃Ramon。 Your fiancé？〃
〃Oh； Junior； you mean。 His name is Ramon Mendez； Junior； but he always goes by Junior。 He hates to be called Ramon。〃
〃How'd you happen to meet him？〃
〃We met in English class at Dade。 He helped me write my haikus。 I was having trouble with them。〃
〃Haikus？ What are they？〃
〃It's some kind of Japanese poem。〃
〃I see。 So you met at school and got engaged。〃
〃That's right。 But now we have what's called a platonic marriage。〃
〃He lives here with you； then？〃
〃He should be home soon。 If you want to ask questions about Junior； you should talk to him。〃
〃What smells so good？〃
〃That's dinner。 I'm cooking stuffed pork chops。 I use StoveTop dressing； shallots； and mushrooms； all smothered in brown gravy。 Also； baked sweet potatoes； peas； and a tomato and cucumber and onion salad。 Do you think I should make hot biscuits？〃
〃Does Junior like biscuits？〃
〃I really don't know。 I've got white bread； but I think I'll fix some。 Most men like hot biscuits。 Would you like to stay for dinner？〃
〃I've already eaten。 I told you。 You've got a lovely apartment here； Miss Waggoner。〃
〃Oh； I don't own it。 I rent it； furnished。〃
〃It must be rough on you； working and going to school； too。〃
〃It isn't so bad。 The work at the International Hotel isn't hard； and I don't have to work at night。〃
〃What are you…a maid？〃
〃Oh； no！〃 Susan laughed。 〃Maids only get minimum wage。 I get fifty dollars a trick； and split it down the middle with Pablo。 I'm one of Pablo Lhosa's girls。 That is； I was； but I quit。 Now