Blink and You Die

by Lauren Child

  It didn’t take long to find Daily Supplies.

  The man behind the counter looked somehow familiar, but Ruby couldn’t place him. She decided that he probably just had one of those faces, even-featured, nice looking, a friendly kind of appearance (at least what she could see of it under the beard), older than her dad and perhaps a tad taller.

  He waved at them as they walked in, but continued chatting to a customer at the counter and ringing up groceries.

  Ruby and Clancy checked out the shelves while they waited. They were stocked with a lot of interesting and unusual things. However, they had no luck finding the maitake mushrooms.

  The customer finally paid and exited the shop, and Clancy and Ruby walked up to the counter.

  She looked at the storekeeper and then figured it out.

  ‘Oh, I got it.’

  ‘Got what?’ asked the storekeeper.

  ‘Where I saw you before,’ said Ruby.

  ‘You’ve seen me before?’

  ‘Yeah, in the bookstore.’

  ‘In Mountain Books?’ he asked, pointing in the direction of the bookstore across the street.

  ‘Ray Penny’s bookstore,’ said Ruby, ‘in Twinford – you were reading a book on rare fungi. I mean you must have read the entire book while you were there.’

  ‘It was a cold day and I was waiting for my truck to be fixed,’ he said.

  ‘You often in Twinford?’ asked Ruby.

  ‘Rarely.’

  ‘You ever been to Penny’s before?’

  ‘Never,’ said the guy. ‘At least, not that I recall.’ He paused. ‘You ask a lot of questions,’ he said. He looked at Clancy. ‘She always this curious, your friend here?’

  ‘Curious is a nice word for what she is,’ said Clancy.

  The guy smiled at that.

  The bell above the door jangled and a burly man strode in, a shock-haired baby on his back.

  ‘Hey, Mo,’ said the man. ‘How’s the old leg doing?’

  ‘Limping a bit in this cold weather. You know how it is.’

  ‘You got those Brazilian beans in yet?’

  The storekeeper reached behind him and took a package from one of the shelves and stood it on the counter top. ‘Anything else for you Sven?’

  The man took out a newspaper. ‘Seven down,’ he said. ‘Mix cantaloupe citrus.’

  The storekeeper frowned. ‘How many letters?’

  ‘Five.’

  ‘I’ll give it some thought.’

  ‘Thanks,’ said the guy.

  ‘Anything besides the beans?’

  The man shook his head. ‘Just the coffee, that’ll do it.’

  ‘How are you there, Spike?’ The storekeeper directed this question at the baby and it gurgled and looked very pleased.

  ‘See you around, Mo,’ said the man as he turned to leave.

  ‘See you Sven, see you Spike, don’t be strangers.’

  When they reached the door the storekeeper shouted, ‘Lemon! Anagram of melon, from cantaloupe.’

  ‘Of course! Can’t think how I missed it,’ called Sven.

  The storekeeper turned to Ruby. ‘He’s a cryptic crossword nut,’ he explained. ‘So what can I help you with?’ he asked.

  ‘That’s your name?’ asked Ruby. ‘Mo?’

  ‘It’s what everyone calls me.’ He looked at her. ‘So what do they call you?’

  ‘Ruby,’ said Ruby.

  The storekeeper shrugged. ‘I had you down for something more edgy,’ he said.

  ‘What, like Spike?’ suggested Ruby.

  He shrugged again. ‘You could carry a name like Spike,’ he said.

  ‘I’ll take that as a compliment,’ said Ruby.

  ‘That’s how I meant it,’ said Mo.

  ‘So this is my pal Clancy.’

  Mo nodded. ‘Good to meet you, Clancy – what can I do you two for?’

  ‘Hen of the woods,’ said Ruby.

  ‘You’ve left it a bit late in the season,’ said the storekeeper.

  ‘I have?’ asked Ruby. ‘Are you sure?’

  ‘Pretty sure,’ said the guy. ‘It’s one of the few things I know something about.’

  ‘You seem OK at crosswords,’ said Clancy.

  He smiled. ‘Yeah, that’s the other thing …’ he said. ‘So the maitake season is from late August to late November and I usually order in from my mushroom lady out in Minnesota.’

  Ruby looked disappointed enough for the guy to reach for a pen and paper.

  ‘I’ll make a note and see what I can do, you might get lucky. It’s been a pretty weird season, weather-wise,’ he said, turning to the calendar hanging on the wall. ‘She won’t be around until next week; can you hang on a day or two?’

  ‘I guess,’ said Ruby, ‘but it’s a long way to come for a bunch of fungi. I don’t spose you’re going to be visiting Twinford this week?’

  ‘Not if I can help it,’ said Mo. ‘It’s noisy and full of people.’

  ‘That’s what I like about it.’

  ‘Each to their own,’ said Mo. ‘A nice quiet life is what suits me.’

  Clancy was beginning to think it might also suit him. He liked it up here with the trees and the condors and the lack of serious crime since 1951.

  Ruby sighed. ‘I’ll do my best to make it back, but could you maybe call me when you’re certain you got them?’

  ‘Sure,’ said Mo, ‘give me your digits.’

  Ruby scribbled down her number and the guy pinned it up on the pinboard behind him.

  ‘Is there anything to see in this town?’ asked Clancy.

  ‘More than you’d think,’ said Mo.

  ‘My friend here is keen on UFOs and little green men from Mars,’ said Ruby. ‘Anything like that around?’

  ‘Call in at the Little Green Diner. They do a mean Space Burger, ask for a side of Mars fries and tell Silas that Mo sent you and he’ll give you a deal.’

  As they were going out the door they heard the phone ring; Mo picked up. ‘How many letters?’ he said.

  Ruby could see that for Clancy stepping into the Little Green Diner was pretty special. It had been wallpapered in space pictures: Apollo 13, the space craft which made the ill-fated third manned trip to the surface of moon, took up most of one wall and a possible UFO sighting filled another.

  Ruby and Clancy walked up to the counter.

  ‘Mo said to say he sent us,’ said Ruby.

  ‘Oh, he did, did he?’ said Silas. ‘So I guess you’ll be getting a deal.’

  ‘Have you ever seen a UFO Rube?’ asked Clancy, not waiting for an answer. ‘I think I saw one once, took a photograph too, but my sister Lulu says it was actually a Frisbee and to be honest there’s no telling.’

  ‘I think you’d know,’ said a small, thin guy sitting at the counter. ‘When I saw my first UFO, I was in no doubt about what I’d just been witness to.’

  ‘Well, hang on a tiny minute, Walter,’ said the enormous man who sat on the stool next to him. ‘The thing is, no one exactly knows what they are looking for, so it’s easy to get it wrong.’

  ‘I’m not disagreeing with you there, Duke, but when you’ve seen one, you’ve seen one, and I’ve seen two.’

  ‘It’s true,’ said Duke, ‘he’s seen a couple.’

  Clancy was all ears. ‘So what did it look like?’ he asked.

  ‘How you’d expect,’ said Walter. ‘A craft unusual in appearance, moving pretty fast across the night sky, bright lights, no markings.’

  ‘How do you know it had no markings if it was dark and moving at speed?’ asked Silas, who had doubtless quizzed Walter about this many times before.

  ‘I know what I saw,’ said Walter, crossing his arms.

  ‘Why do you think Little Mountain Side attracted so many UFOs?’ asked Ruby.

  ‘Because of the space base,’ said Walter.

  ‘Space base?’ asked Clancy. ‘There was an actual space base here?’

  ‘No,’ said Silas.

  ‘Uh-huh,’ said Walter, i
gnoring him. ‘It was some kinda space operation? In the Sequoia Mountains.’

  ‘It was an energy plant,’ said Silas.

  ‘Oh yeah, so how do you explain all the comings and goings, all the activity?’ said Walter.

  ‘There were more than a thousand people working there, what do you expect?’ said Silas.

  ‘I’m not talking about any power plant,’ said Walter, ‘I’m talking about something covert here, you know –’ he leant in close – ‘to welcome the aliens.’

  ‘Really?’ said Clancy.

  ‘That’s what they say,’ said Duke.

  ‘Who says?’ asked Ruby.

  ‘No one,’ said Silas. ‘This is Walt talking garbage, as usual.’

  ‘He’s not a believer,’ said Duke, pointing his thumb at Silas, ‘that’s his trouble.’

  ‘Likes to cash in on it though,’ said Walter, holding up a flying saucer serviette.

  It was actually all good-natured banter, and clearly had been said a thousand times before.

  ‘So if there was a space base somewhere here on this mountainside, then why doesn’t anyone talk about it?’ asked Clancy.

  ‘It was all very much on the downlow, if you know what I’m saying,’ said Duke. ‘Not for civilians to know about.’

  Silas shook his head. ‘You guys and your conspiracy theories. It’s a bunch of hogwash. Sven’s father worked at the plant for a whole number of years and he never once mentioned little green men from Mars.’

  ‘Well, he wouldn’t, would he,’ said Walter.

  Duke nodded his head. ‘That’s right, Walt. Sven’s dad would have signed some official secrecy document, everyone who worked there would have.’

  Walter nodded gravely and Silas chuckled to himself.

  ‘I promise you this: if a Martian ever walks into this diner, I’ll shake him by the tentacle and give him a side order of fries on the house.’

  IT WAS DISAPPOINTING TO RETURN to Cedarwood Drive empty-handed, but Ruby had enjoyed a more than interesting day, and Clancy, with all this new information about space craft and aliens, could not be shut up. They caught the bus just as it was about to pull out of the stop, clambered on, taking seats towards the back away from the other passengers. Not that it was crowded: there were only seven other people taking the Mountain bus back to Maple Falls.

  Ruby had a small, spiral-bound notepad and she was staring hard at a list of things set neatly out down the page. On one side:

  What I know

  And on the other:

  What I don’t know

  Some of the things had been crossed out, and moved from the don’t know column to the do know column.

  Why Buzz was called Buzz, for example.

  ‘Why is Buzz called Buzz?’ asked Clancy.

  ‘It’s not as exciting as you think,’ said Ruby.

  ‘What, it’s some kinda nickname?’ asked Clancy.

  ‘Less exciting,’ said Ruby.

  ‘It’s her actual surname?’ said Clancy

  ‘Less interesting than that,’ said Ruby.

  ‘I give up,’ said Clancy.

  ‘It will disappoint you to know,’ said Ruby.

  ‘Try me,’ said Clancy.

  ‘They’re her initials, Brenda Ulla Zane.’

  ‘Oh, that’s kinda disappointing,’ said Clancy.

  ‘I told you,’ said Ruby.

  ‘It’s just totally obvious when you think about it.’

  ‘I know,’ said Ruby.

  ‘Mind you, there’s only one Z,’ said Clancy.

  ‘Yeah, but you would still call her Buzz, one Z or two.’

  ‘I guess.’ He looked back at her list.

  One object, the 8 key, had been crossed out altogether and replaced with:

  The Lucite key-tag.

  ‘The Lucite key-tag,’ read Clancy. ‘What key-tag?’

  ‘The key-tag that was attached to the 8 key,’ explained Ruby.

  ‘Why are you suddenly interested in that?’ asked Clancy. ‘I thought it was all about the Spectrum security key?’

  ‘I figured it had to be the key-tag that was of interest. I mean the locks were all changed as soon as the key went missing. Unless the whole point of the theft was about rattling the whole of Spectrum by proving security was so weak that anyone could break their way in, then stealing the key served no purpose whatsoever.’

  ‘So what’s the purpose of stealing a Lucite key-tag?’ asked Clancy. He frowned before adding, ‘By the way, what is Lucite exactly?’

  ‘You know, like Perspex or Plexiglas – Lucite is just a trade name. It’s acrylic. Or, if you want to get technical, Poly methyl methacrylate, a transparent thermoplastic, shatter-resistant, lightweight alternative to glass.’

  CLANCY: ‘So it was light?’

  RUBY: ‘Well, not light light, but not as heavy as glass.’

  CLANCY: ‘Was anything written on it? A number? An image?’

  RUBY: ‘Nothing I could see.’

  CLANCY: ‘So what makes it interesting?’

  RUBY: ‘Nothing.’

  CLANCY: ‘Nothing?’

  RUBY: ‘Nothing except for who it belonged to.’

  CLANCY: ‘So who did it belong to?’

  RUBY: ‘Bradley Baker.’

  CLANCY: ‘Really? You know this? Like for sure?’

  RUBY: ‘Not actually, and not exactly for sure. I guess I’m guessing in a way, but it just stands to reason, cos LB told me it was a memento, that someone gave it to her when she was a child, and I sorta figured the person closest to her was Baker.’

  CLANCY: ‘Why not her dad, or her mom or maybe her grandpa? I mean it could even have been her junior karate master, he was important to her, no? Or her trombone teacher, if she ever learned trombone, that is.’

  RUBY: ‘I don’t imagine she did.’

  CLANCY: ‘Whatever, my point is, it doesn’t automatically follow that it had to be Bradley Baker who gave her the key-tag. It could have been a person of influence.’

  RUBY: ‘OK, you’re right, it doesn’t, but you see, well, I kinda have this strange feeling that it was.’ She looked at him. ‘Do you think I’m losing it?’

  CLANCY: ‘Nah, you’re listening to your gut feeling and …’

  Pause.

  CLANCY: ‘I actually think you’re right.’

  Another pause.

  CLANCY: ‘Well, almost right.’

  RUBY: ‘Almost?’

  CLANCY: ‘You’re saying that the boss of Spectrum 8 was given this key-tag by her best friend when he was a kid?’

  RUBY: ‘Yes, LB said it was sentimental.’

  She stopped talking. And then her eyes widened like she was seeing something.

  It was unusual for Ruby Redfort to feel like she was the last one in the room to see the gorilla. It was more unusual still for her to feel like a complete and utter chump, but this was that moment.

  RUBY: ‘What a bozo! LB wouldn’t use some old key-tag given to her years ago to attach something as valuable as the 8 key, a coder key. Spectrum is a professional outfit, LB’s a professional agent, she hasn’t got time for this stuff.’

  She looked at Clancy.

  RUBY: ‘That’s what you were going to say, right?’

  CLANCY: ‘I wouldn’t have called you a bozo, but yeah.’

  RUBY: ‘How did I swallow that garbage?’

  CLANCY: ‘Quit beating yourself up, everyone screws up once in a while – if we’re talking about me, that would be most days.’

  RUBY: ‘Yeah, well, you saw through LB’s lie right away, why didn’t I?’

  CLANCY: ‘Because why would you? You had no reason to doubt her two months ago. Plus, when LB told you this story you had just survived being dropped from a high building. Your mind was on other things, i.e. wow, I’m not dead.’

  RUBY: ‘Life and death – being thrown from high buildings – I’m supposed to be able to deal with things like that.’

  CLANCY: ‘Yeah, I’m sure it’s all part of the job, but don’t you see, at that
moment, right at that particular instance, this whole key-tag tale was just a detail. LB mentions it in passing and why wouldn’t you believe her? Like I said, back then you trusted her completely, if she told you the same story today you’d probably question it.’

  He was right about that.

  ‘So how do you think she did end up with the key-tag?’

  ‘Beats me,’ said Ruby.

  Silence.

  CLANCY: ‘Just one thing I don’t get: if LB is the overarching villain and she is the one commissioning the Count to acquire all these truth serums and cyan scents and stuff, then explain why she would go to all the trouble of stealing her own key-tag?’

  RUBY: ‘That’s easy. She wants to throw Spectrum off the scent. You see, everyone gets paranoid about moles and double agents. They’re all busy wondering who it could be, but no one’s gonna point the finger at her.’

  CLANCY: ‘Seems kinda far-fetched.’

  RUBY: ‘Everything’s far-fetched.’

  CLANCY: ‘OK, but what if LB isn’t the bad guy here, then what?’

  RUBY: ‘Then I guess I’m right, there is more to that piece of Lucite than meets the eye.’

  Clancy took another look at the list of unknowns. ‘So what do you think the deal is with the Jade Buddha? I mean the cyan scent and the truth serum make sense. What criminal wouldn’t want a scent that can lure anyone anywhere? Or a drug that can make anyone blab the truth. But what does the Buddha have to do with any of it? What’s with that?’

  ‘I don’t know,’ said Ruby, ‘but I think that Buddha holds one pretty big secret, and personally I think the eyes have it.’

  ‘Huh?’

  ‘It’s in the eyes of the Buddha,’ said Ruby.

  ‘Isn’t that just some old legend?’ said Clancy. ‘Look into the eyes of the Jade Buddha at midnight and halve your age and double your wisdom … I mean what fool believes in that nonsense apart from your dad … no offence intended.’

  ‘None taken, Clance. What I’m saying is, I have no idea what the Count read when he shone that light into its ruby eyes, but I’m guessing he was able to see something, a symbol, or even a code maybe.’

  ‘So can’t you get someone to look into its eyes for you?’

  ‘It’s back in Khotan,’ said Ruby. ‘Who am I going to ask?’

  ‘Can’t you phone someone in China?’ suggested Clancy.