“Okay, go ahead, the whole damn bunch of you. Beat it. Get back here in a half hour.”
So we weren’t too far from town. A half hour. “Fifteen minutes each way. The place was right at the edge of town on the river.
The three of them filed out. The car roared into life, spun its wheels in some gravel as it turned around, then shot off down a road.
Lenny glanced at me, the huddled figure at my feet and went through the door to the outside. I heard him slide a lock in a hasp and try it.
I had ten seconds at best. No longer. Ten lousy seconds that could kill me or keep me alive. I kicked her. I gave her a boot in the ribs and she moaned. I kicked her agam, pushing her away from the chair. I got one toe under her chin and lifted her head up.
“Can you hear me? Do you understand what I’m saying? Damn it, nod or do something.”
Her eyes were blank. One was shutting fast.
“Listen. Hear what I say.” The words rushed out of my mouth in a harsh whisper. “Under my right leg there’s a gun. It’s under my leg in a pocket. Look, reach your hand in and feel it. Damn it, Troy, move! Do you want to die! He’ll be back any second!”
The lifeless look was still in her eyes. I let my foot down and her head dropped again just as Lenny came through the door. He shut it behind him, curled his lip up and came over.
He had to hit me again. His fist split my lips open and a gray haze clouded my mind. When my eyes opened he hit me again, but it was beyond hurting now. Just something dull that made my head move and kept my brain numb.
I was able to sit there with my head over on my shoulder and watch him work Troy over then. The devil was in his face as he punched her in the stomach and kicked at her while she lay face down on the floor. All the crazy hate he ever had in him came out until he was exhausted. He let her lie there and went back to the table. Twice, he picked up the gun and pointed it at us. Twice he put it down. The fifty grand in the bank was too much dough to waste.
So he put the gun back and pulled a chair up to the table. Troy groaned. Her mouth was making sounds like a baby, bubbling sounds that flecked her chin with red. Both hands were curved into painful talons as she pulled herself across the floor toward me in a blind direction that took her away from him.
Her hand rested on my shoe; the other clawed at my leg and she pulled herself into a sitting position. Lenny started to laugh.
“Why don’t you give her a hand, McBride? Why don’t you help the lady? You like to help the ladies out, don’t you? Then give her a hand. She needs it bad.” He thought it was so funny that he threw back and laughed until the tears rolled down his face. He was a stinking pig sitting there, a son of a bitch of a cheap con man, not the Lenny Servo who liked fancy offices and fine clothes. He was nothing but a hood at heart and it showed on his face. He laughed and laughed and laughed.
He laughed so hard he never saw Troy flop across my lap and never saw her hand slip under my leg and pull the gun out. He was still laughing when she fell back to the floor because she was too weak to hold on any longer. I was praying under my breath when the laugh choked off.
Lenny ripped out a curse, snatched the gun from the table and swung it at her. There was a deafening blast, the sharp stench of burned cordite and Lenny stood there, a surprised expression on his face because he had a hole in his throat.
He didn’t fall. He just folded up and sank to the floor cross-legged. For a couple of seconds he sat there, then bent forward and fell on his face.
“God!” I said.
She looked up at me pitifully. One hand went to her chest. The other tried to stop the blood that spilled out of her mouth.. Lenny hadn’t missed after all. She was dying and she knew it. She was minutes away from death and there wasn’t a thing she could do about it.
The things I was thinking must have made a picture on my face. Her mouth drew back around her teeth and she pushed herself to my side with one hand. I wanted to tell her not to, but I couldn’t say a word. I wanted to tell her to save every minute she could of life and not waste those minutes trying to do something she wouldn’t be able to do.
Her fingers found the ropes on my hands and made a feeble effort to untie them. I could feel the torn edges of her nails rake the backs of my hands and hear her breath bubbling in her throat and she fought the knots. They were too damn tight. There wasn’t one chance in a million she could get them loose and I knew it.
Troy knew it too. She looked up at me once, then reached out for the gun again. When I saw what she was going to do I froze in the chair. The nose of the gun went down until it lay along the knots. I spread my hands as far apart as I could to keep them out of the way of the slug. I was saying another prayer that she wouldn’t get me too.
When she pulled the trigger the gun jumped out of her hand. Both my hands stung from the blast and I knew there was a furrow of raw flesh along one palm. I wasn’t worried about that. I pulled at the ropes, cursed and pulled again. They gave the third time and I fell face forward on top of her, pieces of the ropes still clinging to my wrists.
Troy was smiling at me. She was almost gone, but she was smiling at me. I barely heard her say, “Undress me.”
Sex right there at the end. I shook my head. “Thanks, kid. You’ll never know how much I’d like to thank you.”
I touched her cheek, leaned down and kissed her forehead. Her eyes closed when I did it and opened again for the last time.
“Undress me,” she said. Her eyes closed.
That was all. She was dead then. I ran my hand across her swollen mouth wishing Lenny had lived long enough for me to get my hands on him. Troy, lovely red-headed Troy who never got to wear clothes. She wanted to be naked when she died. Like cowboys and their boots. It was important to them. Maybe it was important to her too.
My fingers were too stiff to fumble with the buttons. I grabbed the cloth of her dress and tore it open down the front. Gently. I stripped it off and did the same thing with the slip.
Then I saw why it was so important that she die naked. To me it was important and she had tried to tell me that with her eyes. Pasted to her stomach with cellulose tape was a photograph. It was a picture of her without any clothes on. She was m bed.
She wasn’t alone.
I sat there and laughed until I heard the car stop outside. Then I picked up the two guns and went to the other room and stood in the dark waiting. Eddie, Pimples and the guy he had called Lobin came in, shut the door and went past me into the room where death had had such a wonderful sweet time.
Lobin went for his gun and I shot him in the head. Pimples wasn’t so lucky. He would have lived if he hadn’t tried to live up to his job. He got it in the chest and died crying.
That left Eddie Packman.
I was right when I said he looked like a rat. A rat can be nasty when it thinks it has a chance, but when a rat is cornered all its ingrown instincts come out and it’s a cowardly rodent with sharp yellowed teeth and eyes that dart from side to side to find a hole to crawl in.
Eddie Packman was a rat. He didn’t look like himself any more. He looked smaller, the cast on his arm a huge fungus growth that weighed him down whenever he tried to move.
I said, “Eddie ... when I came to town I promised to do a few things before I left. I was going to kill somebody. I was going to break somebody’s arms. That last one was you.”
There were two more guns on the floor. I picked them up and tossed them on the table, then laid the two I had down beside them.
Then I started walking toward Eddie.
He took his chance with the knife and had it out as he jumped me.
A chance. That was all it was. I grabbed his wrist, picked it out of his fingers and tossed it in the corner. He kicked and screamed and punched at me as I carried him to the table, screamed again when I laid his good arm across the top and fainted when I leaned on it and snapped the bone clean in two. I waited until he came out of it, broke the cast on his arm with the butt of a gun, propped it up against the tabl
e and snapped it all over again.
Eddie’s eyes were staring up at the ceiling, but he wasn’t seeing anything.
Lobin’s gun was the best. A police positive. There were extra shells in his gun belt that I took along too. He still had his badge pinned to his jacket under the raincoat. They might think he died in the line of duty and even give him a nice military burial.
I went outside in the rain and got in the car. Eddie’s sedan was parked in back of it. I turned the key, kicked the starter and pulled out on the pavement. Not far away the lights above Lyncastle threw a spectrum of color against the low-hanging clouds.
Soon now, the lights would return to a normal shade. Someday, even, it might become a normal city.
But first somebody had to die.
Chapter Thirteen
THE TIME was five minutes after three. I stopped in a bar where everybody was arguing at one end, covered my face with a handkerchief before going to the phone booth, and put in a call to police headquarters. Captain Lindsay wasn’t there. The voice on the other end told me if it was important he could be reached at home and gave me the number.
It was that important and I reached him at home. He sounded old and tired when he said hello.
I said, “Johnny McBride, Lindsay. You don’t have to wait that week out after all.”
He sucked his breath in sharply and let it out into the receiver. “What happened?”
“Servo’s dead. One of his bunch is dead. His girl friend is dead. One of your cops is dead. Eddie Packman is minding them. He has two broken arms and he’ll be minding them for a long time yet.” I sounded tired too. I didn’t feel like explaining another thing. “Stay on the main road right out to the river. There’s an old house on the bank and Packman’s car is in front of it. You can’t miss the place.”
“Damn you, what happened?” he exploded.
“You’re a cop,” I told him. “Figure it out. Tomorrow somebody else’ll be dead too and if you haven’t got it figured out by then I’ll tell you about it.”
He ripped out a curse.
“Lindsey ...”
“Yeah?”
“If I were you I wouldn’t let your buddy Tucker out of your sight. He helped kill Bob Minnow. He left the window open for the killer to get in and arranged things so Bob would be there ready to die on schedule.”
“Johnny,” his voice quavered, “if you don’t ...”
I cut him short again. “You know that body of a man who was with Logan.”
“He’s identified, damn it. They called me twenty minutes ago.”
“Was it a barber named Looth? Looth Tooth?”
He sounded slightly incredulous. “That’s ... right. His wife was away and nobody notified the missing persons bureau. We got it from a laundry mark. How did you know?”
“I didn’t. It just occurred to me. A couple of things just occurred to me. One is another reason for seeing that a murderer dies before morning.”
There wasn’t any sound from the phone so I hung up.
I had all the answers in my pocket except one. The biggest one. But I got that one too. You know how? There was a blonde over in the comer dead drunk. Her hair was bleached almost pure white, just like Carol’s. It made me think of something, then a lot of things all at once and I had all the answers, every single damned one of them. I even knew how to be absolutely sure.
But first there was something I had to do first.
I reached the house just before four o’clock. I walked up to the gate and pushed the bell. This time he had on a bathrobe instead of riding breeches and he looked mad as hell. When he saw it was me he opened the gate, studied me a moment, then reached for the phone in the receptacle.
I tapped him behind the ear with the gun butt and dragged him into the gatehouse. I was very easy with him when I stretched him out on his bunk and pulled the covers up under his chin. After all, he only worked here.
Then I walked up the flagstone to the house where there was a light in the study that looked out on the drive and pushed the bell there too.
He wasn’t expecting me at all. He was expecting someone else and for a fraction of a second it showed on his face. I said, “Hello, Mr. Gardiner,” stepped over the sill and kicked the door shut.
“Isn’t it a bit late ...”
Havis Gardiner licked his lips and nodded curtly. He was still a man of distinction.
When we got inside I kicked that door too. No, I didn’t sit down. I let him sit down and I stood there leaning against the door. I never wanted to sit down again. Not in a chair.
“They’re all dead, Gardiner. All but you.”
His head pivoted around as if I had pulled a string. The fingers of his hands were sunken into the upholstery of the chair. “You?” His voice sounded strained.
I nodded. “Me.”
He looked ghastly. The color left his face and he slumped back in the chair. He seemed to collapse under his clothes and stay that way while he stared out the window into the night.
“You can’t prove it, McBride.”
It was too bad he wasn’t able to see me grin. “No, not right now, Gardiner. I’ll take a lot of work by Lindsey and whatever cops he has who still work for the city, but when they’re done everybody will know what happened.
“I thought I had it a little while ago. I was ready to lay it all to Servo until I watched him go kill-crazy and beat the hell out of a woman who was half finished already. A big shot can’t do that. He can’t afford to mix in anything like that.
“Once Lenny was a big shot. Soon after he came to town he and Harlan got you in a fix and made you lift five hundred thousand bucks from your bank. He thought he had a nice deal and was smart enough to pay the money back to you so the temporary loan would never be noticed.
“Too bad Lenny forgot that you were a clever guy too. You saw the way he was feeding that money back and liked the way he did it. You were so damned smart you got some kind of a hold on Lenny that made you the top dog instead of him and cut yourself in for a share of the profits.
“Hell, I bet Lenny didn’t even mind. He had all he needed and somebody running the show better than he could besides. A guy like Lenny isn’t a smart operator in real estate like he was supposed to be. Hell no, somebody was directing every move he made.
“The catch was Harlan. What happened, Gardiner, did she want a larger cut? If she did it was a sure bet that she was sealing her own death warrant. Anybody who put the pressure on and could prove it had to go. That’s why she wrote the letter to Minnow.
“Bob was catching up to you fast and that tore it. You knew he’d connect her up to Servo and through her ... you. Bob Minnow made one mistake, I think. I’m willing to bet that you or somebody you put up to it slipped him the tailor-made idea that somebody in the bank was behind Servo. The money man. Hell, it would be logical enough if the bank’s books showed the error.”
Gardiner turned his head and looked at me. The ridges of his cheekbones stood out prominently.
“The frame came when you sent Johnny handling the books he had no business using and his girl backed you up because she had a passion for your partner.”
“Nice motive for murder, revenge. The public liked it, didn’t they? Lindsey liked it too. It was so logical the insurance investigators and the feds liked it too.”
“Your fingerprints ...” he croaked.
“Were on the gun,” I finished for him. “The gun that killed Minnow was a stolen gun that you planted under the cashier’s desk until it had the prints on it. After that you switched back and kept it until you needed it for the murder.
“That was a pretty job. Well arranged. Orderly. Minnow did come to his office when he had the verification of his suspicions and he had the letter with him. Who actually shot him, Gardiner? I don’t think you did. Servo is my choice. Tucker made it easy to get in and Servo did the job with your direction and approval. It would have turned out fine if Minnow hadn’t photostated the letter first. But you wouldn’t have known t
hat, would you?
“The papers would have had another murder right after that if Harlan hadn’t tucked a copy of that photograph where it was likely to be found. She was out of the organization now because she couldn’t expose you without exposing herself to be part of a murder ring, but she could stay alive by keeping that photograph. It was a stalemate.”
I pulled a crumpled butt out of my pocket and lit it. The smoke tasted good and I kept it down in my lungs a long time before letting it go. I looked at the ceiling, then at Gardiner. He got up, tottered across the room to a portable bar and poured himself a stiff shot.
“About then was when Troy came into the picture. She recognized Harlan and cut herself in. She not only wanted money, she wanted the source, or so she thought. Lenny must have had a great time with that girl trying to keep her under wraps. If he had been real smart he would have loaded her with dough and shipped her off. He wouldn’t be dead now.” I grinned at his back, “But you don’t know about that, do you? You see, it was Troy who killed Lenny.”
His hand trembled and he lost control of the glass. It slipped out of his fingers, bounced off the carpet and rolled across the floor. I waited while he poured himself another one.
“That brings it up to me. In one way, all those things that happened five years ago were simple. Until tonight you really had me going in circles. Everybody wanted me dead.
“I really must have scared the hell out of you when I walked in there that day. I made a big mistake myself in thinking I could get away with it. You must have known something was screwballed when I didn’t haul off on you right away. Johnny was a key. As long as he stayed on the run the heat stayed off you. And you made sure he stayed on the run.
“I’m going to make a guess. Let’s see how close I come. Johnny was yellow. Two people told me that and I saw it myself. He must have been if a guy like Eddie Packman could throw a scare into him so bad that when he came back Eddie wanted to take him on barehanded. But Johnny was in the war and he came back with lots of medals so he had a reason to be scared. Let’s say he lost all his courage where it counted and he had none left to spend at home. It isn’t hard to throw a scare into a mental cripple, especially if the woman he loves suddenly shows up to be a louse.”
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