The smile also got a little crooked, but she nodded.
I said, “The motive could have been a lot of things then?”
“Anything except sudden revenge. That was too easy.”
“I thought so too,” I told her. She raised her eyebrows a trifle and her mouth made a funny arc. Something made her face look a little bit happy when it wasn’t the time and place to be happy. She looked at me like a mother who knew her kid was telling a lie but waiting for him to say so first.
It made me uncomfortable as hell so I stood up and nudged Wendy. “Thanks, Mrs. Minnow. It’s been a help.”
“I’m glad. If there’s anything else, you let me know. I’m in the phone book.”
She took us to the door and said good-by. I could feel her watch us all the way down the walk to Wendy’s car and even after we headed back to town. For a few minutes I didn’t say anything. I just let it go through my head and find a place to settle down. When it was put where I’d never forget it I said, “What do you think?”
“Strange woman.” She kept her eyes on the road. “I wonder how I’d feel if I were she.”
“She isn’t stupid.”
“No, she seems quite convinced.”
“What about you?”
“Does it matter?”
“Not particularly.”
She stopped for a red light, tapped her fingers against the wheel until it changed and eased back in gear again. “I’m not so sure,” she said.
I let it go at that. It didn’t make a damn bit of difference to me what anybody thought about what as long as they didn’t try to stop me. I sat back and folded my arms, still thinking about the letter. The street we were on intersected the main drag and down a half a mile or so Lyncastle was making the night look like an oversize pinball machine.
The car swung into the curb and stopped. Wendy said, “I’ll let you out here. I have to pick up my clothes and get out to Louie’s.”
“Can’t you take me downtown?”
“I’m in an awful hurry, Johnny.”
I grinned at her. “Okay, working girl. Thanks for the lift.” I opened the door and shoved my legs out.
Her hand hooked under my arm and she stopped me. When I looked at her she had that same expression the Minnow woman had. “Johnny ... in your own way you’re a nice guy. I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“‘I do.”
“And, Johnny ... I’m ... pretty sure.” She wrinkled her nose like a little kid and a laugh parted her lips.
I leaned over. I let her have plenty of time to see what she was getting. Only this time I didn’t have to pull her across the seat. She met me halfway and her mouth had a tingling warmth to it as it tasted mine.
She pouted when I stopped and threw me a kiss when I waved so long. I watched her drive out of sight, hopped a cab for town and got off in the middle of what the cab driver said was the hottest spot in the good old U. S. A.
Chapter Six
I SPENT the rest of the evening making the rounds of the joints in town. For a couple of hours I put the beer away while I tried to get a line of Vera West and at ten o’clock all I had was two people who remembered having seen her with Servo.
At five minutes after ten I left the Blue Mirror and decided to let the guy who had been tailing me catch up with me. He had picked me up at the second joint I was in and had stuck like a leech ever since.
He was a short stocky guy in a gray suit and gray summer hat who walked with a crab and his left arm cocked at the elbow to keep the rod under his arm in place. The cops in this town certainly needed a few lessons in shadowing.
I turned off the main street, crossing over into a residential district until I found a comer nicely shrouded in shadows. From the way I was walking he must have thought I was going somewhere and figured I wouldn’t be thinking of having a tail.
When I made the corner I stepped back into the hedges and waited for him to come around the bend. He walked right into my hands and I had his elbows pinned behind his back before he even started cursing. I shoved my knee into his spine and jerked him back like a bow. “Just make one funny move and you’re gonna break in two, mister.”
So he didn’t move a bit. Not an inch. He let me pull his rod out and drop it on the turf then fish for his wallet. I dropped that and all he had in his pockets and what I was looking for he didn’t have. A badge.
I gave another little twitch and the scream that started up his throat got cut off in the middle. “Who sent you, pal?”
His head came back and his hat fell off. In the dull light his eyes were a couple of big glass marbles. The spit ran down the corner of his mouth, dripping off his chin. I eased up and asked him again and that was as far as I got. Someplace far off there was a sharp crack and the night got darker and darker until it was just an empty void and I was floating in the middle of it.
After a while the floating merged into a series of hard jolts that was a hammer beating against my skull. There were voices and sounds again, coming back slowly. Moving hurt, so I sat where I was until the blasting inside my brain subsided.
One of the voices said, “Goddamn it, he nearly cracked me in half!”
“Ah shaddup, you asked for it. You was climbing up his back all the way.”
The first voice let out a series of curses that took in everybody. “You wasn’t supposed to be more’n a block away, goddamn it! You took your time about getting there.”
“So what. We got there, didn’t we? There was a red light before we made the turn. You want we should get a ticket?”
“Ticket hell. For a ticket I should get a broke back? Some son of a bitch is gonna pay for this. Damn ‘em, this guy was supposed to be a drip. Easy, the son of a bitch said. He’d shake in his shoes if you yelled at ’im.”
“Quit crying. You found out who he was. He got medals in the army fer being a rough apple.”
“So what? The lousy bastard said he was one of them fatigue cases. He was yellow. He was scared of fighting any more. Maybe I shoulda asked him first, huh? Maybe I shoulda found out for myself before I got my back damn near broke!”
“He’s here, ain’t he?”
“So’m I, but I don’t feel so good. For a guy what’s supposed to be yellow he damn near done all right. Maybe these big guys get yellow after a while, but they don’t stay that way. That war was a long way off.”
The words formed inside my head without being spoken. I felt like thanking the guy. There were a lot of people who thought Johnny was yellow. First Nick. Then Logan. Somebody else figured that way and their boys fell for it. So a guy is yellow because he gets his belly full of killing. He gets so that he doesn’t want any part of killing or the things that cause it and they call him yellow. A typical civilian attitude. Here’s a gun, go get them, feller. Attaboy, Johnny, good job. Here’s some more bullets. What? You’ve had enough of it? Why, you yellow-bellied bastard, get away from me!
Somebody next to me started laughing at the argument and I turned my head. The guy caught the movement and the snout of a gun rammed into my ribs. “Sonny’s awake back here,” he said.
The little guy who had tailed me turned around in his seat. His arm was a blur of motion and his fist cracked across my mouth. “You bastard, I’ll show you something.”
He would have done it again if the guy beside me hadn’t shoved him back. “Lay off, jerk. You pile us up and you’ll be the one getting a ride, not him. Now sit down and keep your trap closed.”
It was nice knowing what was going on. I wiped the blood off my lips with the back of my hand. I said, “So this is it?”
The gun in my ribs pressed a little deeper. “That’s right, sonny, this is it. Let me tell you something. You’re a big boy and you like to play rough, but this gun is loaded and cocked and the first move you make you get it sideways, right across your belly. It’ll take a long time to die that way. Be nice and it’ll all be over with quick.”
“Thanks.”
I sat back and enjoyed the ride. He
ll, what else was there to do? We were out on the highway and the city was only a faint reflection in the rear-view mirror. There were cars going by every once in a while, but going too fast to yell and attract attention before I caught a bullet in the ribs. The car was a two-door job beside, so there wasn’t any chance of taking a dive even if I wanted to.
We must have been about a half hour out of Lyncastle before the guy at the wheel pulled off the highway onto a dirt road. Until then it hadn’t been so bad. Now my heart started pounding against my chest like a wild thing trying to beat its way out. The guy beside me felt me stiffen up and nudged me with the gun as a reminder that he was still there.
It was pitch black, darker than the void I had swum in, with the driver feeling his way along on his dimmers. The road curved and started to rise, then flattened out and disappeared altogether. Just before the lights went off entirely I had a chance to see the reflection of the stars in the water and knew that the road was a dead end up to a quarry of some sort.
The guy said, “Out.”
One of the others held the seat down so I could crawl out the door. He had a gun facing me for insurance.
I started to think a lot of things right then. Most of all I was thinking what a damn fool I was for not playing it safer. Those guys had been on my tail all day waiting to get me off someplace where they could pick me up and I go and make it just perfect for them.
The gun rammed me in the spine again. “Start walking over there to where the hole is.”
“Listen, I ...”
“Keep quiet and walk. Don’t make it rough on yourself.”
They formed a fan around me, flanking me in as nice as you please. Like Nazis, that’s what. I did everything but dig my own grave. They had it just right, too ... back far enough so I couldn’t make a stab at one of the rods and close enough to see my outline even in the dark.
God, I couldn’t just go easy like that! I had to do something! Before anyone could tell me to shut up I said, “I want a cigarette.”
A voice said, “Give him one.”
“What the hell for!”
“I said give him one.”
Paper rustled and a cigarette came to me out of the dark, held lightly in the ends of the fingers. I stuck it in my mouth and groped for a match. The guy who complained about giving me the butt started to complain again and the other voice cut in with “He’s clean. You don’t think I’d let him be packing a rod around, do you?”
I almost felt like answering him myself. I swung around so I’d be facing them and flicked the wooden match with my thumbnail. They were just stupid enough not to see what I did. My eyes were shut tight, I felt for the butt, lit it and shook the match out. Then I opened my eyes.
I was the only one who could still see in the dark and while they were still seeing a great big bright spot where the match had been I leaped off to the left, hit the dirt and rolled.
The shots came blasting out with the shouts and curses, stabbing the air where I had been, trying to search me out with orange tongues of flame. The slugs were smacking the ground, wining off into the brush splatting the walls of the quarry and tearing into the foliage with a harsh, ripping sound.
I had a rock under my hand and threw it. A frenzied yell welled out in a hoarse throat and the bullets spit in a direction away from me. The guy doing most of the shooting wasn’t three feet away. I came up behind him, choked off a scream with my forearm and wrenched the gun out of his hand. I clipped him once behind his ear, stuck the gun in my pocket and heaved him as hard as I could.
One bullet gouging into soft flesh made the nastiest noise I ever heard.
There was no sound after that for a few seconds. Just the dull rumble of the echoes down there in the quarry. A guy said, “That one got him.”
I heard their feet on the gravel, the grating of a match and there they were, the two of them, bending over the body. He was sprawled face down and one guy turned him over. “Cripes, it’s Larry!” The whole thing hit him at once and he tried to shake the match out.
I shot him in the head while I could still see him and he gave one convulsive leap that threw him over backwards into the quarry. You could hear him bouncing off the rocks until there was a faint splash. I didn’t even try for the other one. He didn’t waste any time about moving. The air was so still, so quiet now that I could hear his feet slipping in the soft loam and the way he dragged his breath in as he battered a path through the brush.
Just to leave a nice clean camp I put my foot under the body of the one called Larry and shoved. He went down there in the wet with his friend. Then I tossed the gun down after him.
It was nice of them to leave me the car. The plates were from out of state and there were some toys on the floor in the back, so it was a sure bet the heap was stolen. I kicked it over, swung around and took the road back to the highway.
I should have felt good. I was dirty as hell but I was still alive. That should make anybody feel good. That is, anybody but me. A gun felt too natural in my hand. I got too much pleasure out of seeing a guy die even if he did deserve to die. I was thinking things that no right guy would ever think of, like getting the powder marks out of my hand before the police could make a paraffin test on me. I knew how to do all that and I didn’t know what or who I was more than a few years ago.
A shudder pinched my shoulders together and I could feel the damp of the sweat on the back of my neck. I knew too goddamn many things for my own good, all right, but in a way I was lucky I knew them.
I found a drugstore still open on the edge of town, bought a few things and sat in the car washing my hands. When I was done I wasn’t worried about paraffin tests any more. I threw the bottles and the jar of solvent out of the window, started to turn the key and noticed the pad on the seat.
It was just a cheap loose-leaf job with a small pencil stuffed between the rings. Whoever used it tore the pages out as they were used up, and except for the first page it was completely empty. Right at the top of the page one was the notation, “John McBride, registered own name Hathaway House. Check both entrances.”
They had it down pat. If they missed me in town I would have been picked up at the hoted. I grinned a little bit, ripped the page out and tossed the rest of the pad out the window.
That made two attempts to knock me off and I could damn well expect a third. I must have been some boy to be so important dead. Brother! I gunned the motor and drove into town.
The hotel was out now. There was no sense building my own trap. When trouble came I wanted to pick the spot myself. Between times I wanted someplace where I could hole up and think if I had to without worrying about who was waiting outside ready to use me for a target.
It was after two when I left the car in front of police headquarters. Hell, I wasn’t trying to be wise about it. But it helps when the other guy knows you’re cocky enough to pull a stunt like that. It makes them a little cautious, and in the time it takes to be cautious you can make them wish they hadn’t been, if you get what I mean.
A family-type gin mill was going strong on the corner. Everybody had a package on including the bartender and they were all huddled together giving some Irish ballads a working over. Nobody noticed me slip into the phone booth and nobody cared.
I got the Lyncastle News office first and the night editor gave me Logan’s home number. It took five minutes of steady ringing to wake him up and he wasn’t the happiest sounding person I’d ever talked to. He barked, “Who the hell is this and what d’ya want?”
“It’s Johnny, kid. Got some news for you if you’re interested.” His voice tightened up. “Find her?”
“Nope. Somebody found me. I got taken for a ride.”
“God! What happened?”
“There’s a quarry of some kind outside of town. Know where it is?”
“Yeah, yeah. What about it?”
“There’s two bodies down there. The third got away from me.”
“Did you...” He hung there expectantly.
> “I did one, friend. The other was knocked off by his buddy. The third lad is going to carry the story home and we better get our licks in first.”
“Johnny, this is going to be rough. Lindsey’ll love it.”
“Uh-uh. Not if we handle it right. Whoever put them on me can’t talk without exposing himself and there’s no reason why I should get tied into it. Can you keep it quiet?”
“I sure can try. I’ll round up the boys and get out there now.”
“Good. See if you can find out who they are. I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if they were hauling in ringers now,” I said dryly.
“They?”
“Yeah. It goes back a long way, friend, but it’s just now paying off. Somebody is scared silly. I’ll call you in the morning. By the way... they used a stolen car. I left it in front of police headquarters.”
“You’re a damn fool, Johnny!”
“Everybody keeps telling me that. Someday I’ll believe it. One more thing before I forget. ”Servo’s got a red-headed tomato up his place. Who is she?”
“Slow down, Johnny. You haven’t been fooling around with her, have you?”
“Not exactly. The pleasure was all hers.”
He said a couple of nasty words under his breath. “You’re just looking to get killed, aren’t you?”
“That’s not the question.”
“If you gotta know, her name is Troy Avalard.”
“The hell with her name. What about her?”
“She’s been living with Lenny for a couple of years. She came through with a show one time, made a big play for Lenny and he bought out her contract to keep her around.”
“You know how he does it?”
“I’ve heard.”
“Doesn’t she ever get out?”
He didn’t answer right away. I could hear his fingernails rattle against the phone impatiently. “When she’s out Lenny’s with her,” he said. “Troy’s a good hand at steering a sucker who’s loaded with dough to a dice table.”
“A nice friendly gesture that helps out Lenny’s friends, is that it?”
“Sort of.”
“Who held her contract, Logan?”
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