A Ticket to the Boneyard

by Lawrence Block

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  "And he hit you. "

  "No. He walked toward me, and I backed off, and he kept coming until I was backed up against the wall there. He put his hand on me. I was dressed, I had a blouse on. He put his hand right here and he just pressed with two fingers, and there must be a nerve there or some kind of pressure point, because it hurt like fury. There was no mark then. That didnt show up until this morning. "

  "Itll probably be worse tomorrow. "

  "Great. Its sore now, but its not terrible. While he was doing it, though, the pain was incredibly intense. I went weak in the knees and I swear I couldnt see. I thought I was going to black out. "

  "He did that pressing with two fingers. "

  "Yes. Then he let go of me and I was holding on to the wall for support and he fucking grinned at me. Well see a lot of each other, he said, and youll do whatever I tell you to do. And then he left. "

  "Did you call Connie?"

  "I havent been able to reach her. "

  "If this clown calls again-"

  "Ill tell him to shit in his hat. Dont worry, Matt, hes never getting in the door again. "

  "You remember his name?"

  "Motley. James Leo Motley. "

  "He gave you his middle name?"

  She nodded. "And he didnt ask me to call him Jimmy, either. James Leo Motley. What are you doing?"

  "Writing it down. Maybe I can find out where he lives. "

  "In Central Park, under a flat rock. "

  "And I might as well see if weve got a sheet on him. From your description, it wouldnt surprise me. "

  "James Leo Motley," she said. "If you lose your memo book, just call me. Its a name Im not likely to forget. "

  I couldnt find an address for him, but I did pull his yellow sheet. He had a string of six or seven arrests, most of them for assaults upon women. In each case the victim withdrew the complaint and charges were dropped. Once hed been in a traffic accident, a fender-bender on the Van Wyck Expressway, and hed given the driver of the other vehicle a serious beating. That case got to court, with Motley charged with first-degree assault, but eyewitness testimony suggested that the other driver may have started the fight, and that hed been armed with a tire iron while Motley had defended himself with his bare hands. If so, hed been good enough with those hands to put the other man in the hospital.

  Six or seven arrests, no convictions. All of the charges involving violence. I didnt like it, and I was going to call Elaine and let her know what Id found out, but I didnt get around to it.

  A week or so later she called me. I was in the squad room when she called, so she didnt have to identify herself as Cousin Frances.

  "He was just here," she said. "He hurt me. "

  "Ill be right over. "

  She had reached Connie. Connie had been reluctant to talk at first, finally admitting that shed been seeing James Leo Motley for the past several weeks. Hed gotten her number from someone, she wasnt sure who, and his first visit had been not unlike the first visit he paid to Elaine. He told her he wasnt going to pay her, and that shed be seeing a lot of him. And he hurt her- not badly, but enough to get her attention.

  Since then hed been turning up a couple of times a week. Hed started asking her for money, and hed continued to brutalize her, hurting her both during and after the sex act. He told her repeatedly that he knew what she liked, that she was a cheap whore and she needed to be treated like what she was. "Im your man now," he told her. "You belong to me. I own you, body and soul. "

  The conversation upset Elaine, understandably enough, and shed been meaning to tell me about it, just as Id intended to let her know about Motleys record. Shed let it go, waiting until she saw me, knowing that she wasnt in any danger because she wasnt going to see the son of a bitch again. When he did call, the day after her conversation with Connie, she told him that she was busy.

  "Make time for me," he said.

  "No," she said. "I dont want to see you again, Mr. Motley. "

  "What makes you think you have any choice?"

  "You asshole," she said. "Look, do us both a favor, will you? Lose my number. "

  Two days later he called again. "I thought Id give you a chance to change your mind," he said. She told him to drop dead and hung up on him.

  She told all three doormen not to send anyone up without calling first. That was standard policy anyway, but she impressed them with the need for extra security. She turned down a couple of dates with new clients, wary that they might be fronting for Motley. When she left her apartment she had the feeling that she was being followed, or at least observed. It was an uncomfortable feeling, and she didnt go out unless she had to.

  Then a few days passed and she didnt hear further from him, and she started to relax. She meant to call me, and she meant to call Connie again, but she didnt call either of us.

  That afternoon she got a call. A man she knew was in town from the Coast, a studio executive shed see every few months. She got in a cab and spent an easy hour and a half in his suite at the Sherry-Netherland. He told her all sorts of movie-biz gossip, made love to her twice, and gave her a hundred or two hundred dollars, whatever it was. More than enough to cover the cabs.

  When she got back to her apartment Motley was sitting on the leather couch, not quite smiling at her. She tried to get out the door but shed locked it and put the chain on the minute she came in, before she saw him, and he had hold of her before she could get the door open. Even if she hadnt had to screw around with the locks, she figured he would have caught her. "At the elevator," she said, "or Id have tripped on the hall carpet, or something. I wasnt going to get away. He wasnt going to let me get away. "

  He hauled her into the bedroom, ripped her clothes getting them off of her. He hurt her with his hands. The bruise hed inflicted the first time was faded now, but his fingers went right to the spot and the pain was like a knife. There was another spot he found, on the inside of her thigh, that produced a pain so intense she honestly thought she was going to die from it.

  He went on hurting her with the simple pressure of his fingers until all her will was gone, all her capacity to resist. Then he flung her facedown on the bed, dropped his pants, and forced himself into her anal passage.

  "I dont do that," she said. "Its painful, and I think its disgusting anyway, and I never liked it. So I dont do it. I havent done it in years. But it actually wasnt that bad this time because the pain was nothing compared to what hed been doing to me with his fingertips. And anyway by this time I was sort of detached from it all. I was afraid he was going to kill me, and I was detached from that, too. "

  While he sodomized her, he talked to her. He told her she was weak and stupid and filthy. He told her she was only getting what she deserved, and what she secretly wanted. He told her she liked it.

  He told her he always gave his women what they wanted. Most of them wanted to be hurt, he told her. Some of them wanted to be killed.

  "He said he wouldnt mind killing me. He said hed killed a girl a while ago whod looked a lot like me. He killed her first, he said, and then he fucked her. He said a dead girl was as good a fuck as a living one, maybe even better. If you got her while she was still warm, he said. And before she started to stink. "

  Afterward he went through her purse and took all her cash, including the money shed just earned at the Sherry. She was one of his women now, he told her. Shed have to pull her weight. That meant he expected her to have money for him when he came to see her. And it meant she would never again refuse to see him, and she would certainly never again mouth off at him, or call him bad names. Did she understand that? Yes, she said. She understood. Was she sure she understood? Yes, she said. She was sure.

  He half smiled at her, and ran a hand over that funny cap of hair, then stroked his long chin. "I want to make sure you understand," he said, and he clapped one hand over her mouth and used the other to find the spot on her rib cage. This time she did pass out, and when she came to he was gone.
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  The first thing I did was take her over to the Eighteenth Precinct. The two of us sat down with a cop named Klaiber and she filed a complaint, charging Motley with assault and battery and forcible sodomy. "Therell be more charges after hes picked up," I said. "He took money from her purse, so thats robbery or extortion or both. And he got into her apartment in her absence. "

  "Any signs of forced entry?"

  "Not that I could spot, but its still illegal entry. "

  "You already got forcible sodomy," Klaiber said.

  "So?"

  "Forcible sodomy and illegal entry, you put them both down and you get a jury confused. They figure its two ways of saying the same thing. " When Elaine excused herself to go to the bathroom he leaned forward and said, "She a girlfriend or something, Matt?"

  "Lets say shes been the source of a lot of useful leads over the past few years. "

  "Fine, well call her a snitch. Shes on the game, right?"

  "So?"

  "So I dont have to tell you how hard it is to make an assault charge stand up when the complainant is a prostitute. Let alone rape or sodomy. Far as your jurors concerned, all she did was give away what she usually sold. "

  "I know that. "

  "I figured you did. "

  "I dont expect a pickup orders going to accomplish anything, anyway. His last known address is a Times Square hotel, and he hasnt lived there in a year and a half. "

  "Oh, youve been looking for him. "

  "A little bit. Hes probably in another midtown flophouse or living with a woman, and either way hell be hard to find. I just want her complaint on file. It cant hurt further on down the line. "

  "Got it," he said. "Well, no problem, then. And well put out a pickup order just in case he happens to walk into our arms. "

  I called Anita and told her Id be staying in the city around the clock for the next few days. I told her I was on a case I couldnt break away from. Id done this before, sometimes legitimately, sometimes because I hadnt felt like going out to Long Island. As always, she believed me, or pretended to. Then I cleared all of my own cases, dropping some and shunting others off on other people. I didnt want anything else on my plate. I wanted to get James Leo Motley, and I wanted to get him right.

  I told Elaine wed have to trap Motley and shed have to be the bait. She wasnt crazy about the idea, didnt really ever want to be in the same room with him again, but she had a nice tough core to her and she was willing to do what had to be done.

  I moved in with Elaine and we waited. She canceled all her bookings and told everyone who called that she had the flu and wouldnt be available for a week. "This is costing me a fortune," she complained. "Some of these guys may never call back. "

  "Youre just playing hard to get. Theyll want you all the more. "

  "Yeah, look how well that worked with Motley. "

  We never left the apartment. She cooked once, but the rest of the time we ordered in. We pretty much lived on pizza and Chinese food. The liquor store delivered bourbon, and she got the guy at the corner deli to send over a case of Tab.