Extreme Instinct

by Robert W. Walker

  #1 is #9—Traitors

  #2 is #8—Malicious Frauds

  #3 is #7—Violents

  Where is it leading .. . Where will it end? John Thorpe wondered now as he stared at the killer's sick compilation of words and numbers. And what does it have to do with Jessica Coran? Why is this madman fixated on her?

  THIRTEEN

  He who takes a stand is often wrong, but he who fails to take a stand is always wrong.

  —Anonymous

  On returning to the Wahweap Lodge on Lake Powell in Page, Arizona, Jessica learned that a call from Warren Bishop was waiting for her. He'd left her his direct line. She immediately sought her room and telephone, placing a return call to Warren. Sheriff Colby at Yavapai East had mentioned that Bishop had left word there, too, for her to call him, but she'd not wanted to waste any more time there, deciding that a call from her room at the Wahweap would be far more convenient and productive.

  Bishop came right on once Jessica announced herself to his secretary. There was a trace of desperation in his voice when he asked, “Jessica? Jessica, how are you?”

  “Fine. We just returned from investigating the incident at the El Tovar at the canyon.”

  “So, you did get my message after all. I've been anx­ious to hear back from you. I got a cryptic message from Repasi that you and Thorpe went to Yavapai East without him, but otherwise I had no idea of your steps.”

  “Yes, well, I'm sorry I didn't call you sooner, but you're out of range of my cellular phone, Warren, and as you might imagine, we've been damned busy here. By the way, what else has... did Repasi have to say about me?”

  “What do you mean?” Jessica told him of Repasi's allegations. She waited for a response.

  Bishop was either stunned or trying to find words to reply. Finally he said, “That's the most asinine thing I've heard in my entire career with the FBI, and I've heard some pretty bizarre shit.”

  “So I hear the Phantom telephoned me there in Vegas again?”

  “Harry Furth and the actress we hired to mimic you received a call detailing the burning death of a woman there at the El Tovar. We contacted the local sheriff's of­fice there, and they confirmed that there had been a fire death at the El Tovar. That's when we sent separate tele­grams to you and John Thorpe there.”

  “John got word early, but my message got held up, I'm afraid.”

  “So, then you've seen the body at the canyon? Is it part of the string?”

  “It most definitely is, yes.”

  “We have the killer's own voice clearly now on tape then. We can assume it's him. He speaks to you directly.”

  “Bloody bastard. What does he say?”

  “More than enough to nail him to the cross.”

  “And he thinks I'm still there, in Vegas, then.”

  “Ahhh, not exactly. He somehow figured out our case, I'm afraid. Good news is, he doesn't know where you are.”

  “That is good news.” Jessica then repeated herself, ask­ing, “What does he say on the tape?”

  “Enough to hang himself many times over. Care to hear it?”

  She braced herself. “Go ahead. Play it.”

  Bishop fiddled with the machine at the other end for a moment before the chilling voice of the killer came over the line, saying, “I'm sorry I couldn't reach you earlier, Dr. Coran. I did so want your .. .participation.”

  “What is it you want?” asked the actress playing her. “I've taken the liberty of sending another evil soul to her reward. I'd hoped to contact you so that you could share the moment with us, but unfortunately, that was not to be. Fate stepped in.”

  “What do you mean by us! Who are you and who is this us?”

  Either the actress was good, or Furth was feeding her questions to ask the killer. Either way, she sounded an exact duplicate of Jessica's voice.

  “Us, me, number two, the malicious fraud bitch, my god, and you, Doctor, you,” replied the monster.

  “Charon... we know you want our help, Charon.”

  He laughed and said. “You think yourself clever, Doc­tor, but you are an ignorant creature, unaware of your own nature. Charon is no longer here with us! I am Nessus now.”

  “All right, then, Nessus. Why are you doing this?”

  “Telephoning you?”

  “Killing innocent people!”

  “No one is innocent.”

  “Why must you call me, report to me?”

  Jessica thought it the question of the hour, the same question Repasi was asking.

  “I only do my lord's bidding for all of us.”

  “Why are you calling me? What have I ever done to you?”

  “You've offended my god.”

  “Who is?” The actress had been coached well to keep the killer on the line as long as possible, and since she had no emotional interest invested, she was able to remain far more calm than Jessica had been capable of, Jessica be­lieved.

  “What god is that?” she urged him on and awaited an answer, but when none came, she added, “Won't you tell me?” The actress's voice was close, near identical to Jes­sica's own, but perhaps due to her calmness, somehow the killer detected the subterfuge. “Wait a minute, you're not Dr. Coran. Who the fuck is this?” He slammed down the receiver. “That's it,” said Warren, coming back on the line now.

  “Did Harry Furth get a fix on where the call originated from?”

  “He did, and that's why I've been so frantic to get in touch with you all day.”

  “So, where did it come from?”

  “Are you sitting down?”

  “I am.”

  “Two hours from Page.”

  “Here Page?”

  “Arizona, yes. Someplace called Long Valley Junction. Between Zion National Park and Bryce Canyon.”

  “He was only two hours ahead of J.T. and me at six this morning?”

  “It would appear so, yes, but the route he's taking re­mains a mystery.”

  She gasped into the receiver.

  “You okay, Jess?”

  “Any leads from the call? Anybody know what the hell he means by Charon and now by calling himself Ness-it, Ness-what?”

  “Nessus, and no, but we do know he paid for the call with Chris Lorentian's phone card.”

  “Why doesn't that surprise me?”

  “I'm flying up there.”

  “Not on my account.”

  “This business began in my jurisdiction. I've got every reason to pursue it with you.”

  She unnecessarily shrugged. “I've never known you to do anything but what you intended. If you intend coming, come ahead. I won't argue, but it's getting a bit crowded here.”

  “What do you mean, 'crowded'?”

  “The Arizona guys, Karl Repasi, J.T., me, and now you.”

  “Oh, yeah. I see what you mean.”

  “Repasi says he has your blessings coming here to Page... claims he simply wants to help us out, forensically speaking. Then he attacks me.”

  “Out to prove himself better than you or something? I'm sorry. I had no idea.”

  “J.T. warned me to be wary of him. J.T. questioned Karl's motives from the start.”

  “And you?”

  “Right now I've got my hands full with a killer. I can't worry about what's in Karl's head.”

  “Just the same, I'm going to join you as soon as I can.”

  “As I said, you're quite welcome here.”

  “I've listened to every one of the tapes Harry Furth created from your phone tap, Jess, and this guy scares the hell out of me. Just listening to him... and me in a safe, well-lit office Well, it honestly has taken its toll on me. Hany and I have listened to the tapes at every speed, and Harry has separated out the back-scatter noises in the earlier tape.”

  “And?”

  “Harry tells me that much of the back-scatter noise be­fore the roar of the fire engulfs every other noise is of two distinct sounds.”

  “Yes, go on, Warren.”

  “One is of a... a moaning, groani
ng as if of a sexual nature and a click-zip, click-zip sound, a noise we've du­plicated as—”

  “A camera, the self-developing kind, right?”

  “Yeah, but how did you know?”

  “Found a scrap of processing paper at the El Tovar scene.”

  “Jess, this madman could be there in Page, in the lodge with you right this moment. You may want to sleep with that Browning of yours tonight, but I'm flying up first thing in the morning.”

  “One consolation,” she said.

  “What's that?”

  “We're closer on his trail than I'd thought. And if he figures I'm on his trail, if he knows I'm here, perhaps he'll make the mistake of coming back this way to make contact with me again.”

  “You need to get that phone bugged.”

  “I will, as soon as possible.”

  When she hung up, Jessica felt her heart sink. Just mo­ments before, she'd felt safe here at the Wahweap Lodge, subconsciously telling herself, At least the creep won't be telephoning you anymore. He can't know where you are.

  Jessica had been feeling both relief and guilt over the fact that she would not be getting another phone call from the Phantom. If and when he did call again, someone else, the actress hired by Bishop and Furth in Vegas, would be having to deal with it, answering the phone calls of a ma­niacal killer. But now she didn't even have this cushion.

  These thoughts flowed through her weary mind river like when suddenly the phone under her fingertips shrieked to life. She didn't want to answer; didn't want to chance its being the monster.

  She no longer felt safe at her bedside here at Lake Pow­ell's Wahweap Lodge.

  Finally, on the third ring, she said aloud to herself, “It's got to be Eriq Santiva or someone else connected with the case.” She lifted the receiver and tentatively spoke into it, say­ing, “Hello, this is Dr. Coran.”

  “Jess?” The voice instantly put her at ease. It belonged to psychic and coagent, Dr. Kim Desinor, calling from Quantico, Virginia.

  “Kim? It's so wonderful to hear from you!” Kim hadn't any idea how wonderful, she thought.

  “I'm just reassuring myself you're all right out there. I'm astonished about what's going on out there, and frankly, I don't like it, not one damned bit.”

  “Eriq forwarded your reading of the situation. It's much appreciated.”

  “I have my good days; others, the well seems dry, the source gone, you know.”

  “In any case, it's great to hear from you. How's Gin­ger?” Jessica always asked after Kim's calico cat

  “Never mind Ginger. I want to caution you about what you're dealing with. Santiva's just as concerned over this madman's obsession with you. We're both very worried. How do I know Santiva's worried? Easy! He came straight to me for my input on this creep, and I've become increas­ingly worried, too, so look—”

  “I'm all right, Kim, really.”

  “Listen to me. There's no worse a fanatic lunatic than a religious nut, and it feels to me as if this guy has some religious quest he's on, and you, dear, are at the heart of it all. Obviously enough.”

  “The hardest part is knowing that others are dying be­cause of me,” Jessica replied.

  “Stop it right there, kiddo. You mustn't and cannot ever blame yourself for this screwball's actions.”

  Kim always knew precisely how to cut through the bullshit, Jessica thought now. “I will try not to—”

  “Don't try anything, just do it!”

  “All right, I'll do as the Nike ads say.”

  “I just had to make sure you're all right there, Jess.”

  “Seems you're not the only one.”

  “Really? Don't tell me, a new man?”

  “No, nothing like that.”

  “Well, dear, Ginger is fine, and it is quite late this side of the Rockies, so good night.”

  “Night, Kim, and thanks for the support.”

  “Always. Ciao.”

  Jessica decided sleep wasn't going to come until she telephoned J.T. with the latest news on the whereabouts of the killer at the time he had called in his second kill. If the killer was as close by as she feared, J.T. had as much right to know as she.

  She lifted the receiver and began dialing for J.T.'s room when she realized someone else was on the line. She heard breathing. It sounded like flames being fanned.

  “You can't hide from me, Dr. Coran,” he said. “Nor from the truth, from this!” Jessica froze on hearing his now familiar voice, replaced now with a whining gibber­ish, as of someone attempting to speak through a gag— yet another fright-filled, slurred voice, the voice of a fourth victim on the other end, she surmised.

  She desperately held on to her calm and resolve to learn more about the Phantom, this creature behind the awful string of fire murders. She recalled the calmness of the actress who'd played her, and grasping at straws, she pre­tended to be that actress.

  “Are you in the lodge?”

  No answer, just the gasping noise of the poor sacrifice at the other end.

  Jessica shouted, “At least tell me where the hell you are! You coward!”

  Taking the phone off the victim, the raspy-voiced killer replied, “I am climbing from the depths of Hell, which takes courage. I am no coward.”

  “We can help you out of the pit,” she assured him.

  “You can help me? Really?” he asked, his voice rising maniacally.

  “Yes, we can get you the best doctors in the country to—”

  His laugh drowned her out. “You are going down into the pit as I rise from it, Doctor. Don't you see that? Don't you feel it? You can help no one. Not even yourself.”

  “Where are you?”

  “You must know by now. You must see.”

  “No, I don't see a thing. Make it clear for me.”

  “You're a smart woman. You can figure it out. Isn't that how you normally play out your petty games, Doctor? I just want you to know that we are both cut of the same cloth, Dr. Coran“

  “Really? How so?” Damn this bastard, damn his soul and his body, she thought.

  “We are both concerned with the same... fears, pho­bias, you and me.”

  “What the hell fears are you talking about? And what's your name?” she challenged, hoping to keep him on the line for as long as possible, to somehow reason with him, to somehow save the poor victim he held hostage some­where in the lodge, or somewhere beyond.

  “Call me... call me Nessus.”

  “Ness? Ness-suss? How do you spell that?”

  “Spell it how you wish.”

  “Is that your name?”

  “It is the name my god calls me. I am his messenger and your guide.”

  “I see, Nessus. So you're not responsible for your ac­tions, your having killed three people? You're just an in­strument of some power you cannot control. Is that it, Mr. ahhhhhh...?”// isn't working, she realized. He's not giv­ing out any names or reasons that make sense. “Perhaps if you'd crack a book once in a blue moon, you'd know what the fuck's happening here!” The sound of the torch and the screams of his latest victim suddenly filled Jessica's ears, along with the back-scatter noise of a clicking camera, followed by the deafening stillness after he, the man of the moment, the godhead in control, slammed down the receiver.

  “Where are you, you cowardly freak bastard?!” Jessica shouted into the dead receiver. “Cowardly bastard!” Tears of frustration filled her eyes.

  Jessica was left alone with the sound of the victim's screams filling her ears and her silent room. The phone was untapped. No one knew that the monster had again somehow reached out and touched her. She felt angry, con­fused, outraged all at once. She wanted to lash out at the creature causing her such pain. But how? How did she fight what she could not see?

  Jessica immediately called J.T. to inform him of the latest communiquée from the killer and her certainty that another victim had already been sacrificed in the Phan­tom's unholy game. When Thorpe arrived, half dressed, at her door, his hair wildly dishevele
d, he was still zipping his fly while asking if she were all right. She pulled him through the doorway, clinging to him, telling him verbatim what the killer had said, ending with the fact he no longer called himself Charon but Nessus.

  “The names must mean something important, at least to him,” suggested J. T„ who now watched Jessica pace ti­gress fashion about the small room.

  “More likely to his developing, his metamorphosis, per­haps. Maybe he thinks he's going to turn into some sort of superhuman being or winged creature or god by killing nine victims and sacrificing them to his fucking demons.”

  “Easy, Jess.”

  She continued, not hearing him. “I don't know, but whatever we can learn from these bits and pieces he's of­fering, we've got to take full advantage of—now, J.T., before there's a number five, you understand?”

  J.T., seeing she teetered on the edge, pleaded, “Calm down, Jess.”

  “Calm down? I don't fucking want to calm down.”

  “You're on your way to a burnout, Jess, if you keep this up,” he warned.

  “Burnout—just the right image, as always, with you, John.”

  He knew that she seldom called him John, and when she did, it meant she was either displaying real affection for him or that she'd become annoyed. “You're going to stay in my room tonight.” He instantly waved his hands to any disagreement she might have, adding, “You'll take my bed, and I'll sleep here, in your room. And I'll take any calls that come in for you. Okay? Understood?”

  “No way. If that creep comes looking for me here in this room, finds you, and kills you, I'd never forgive you, John.”

  “All right, then, we'll compromise.”

  “Compromise? How?”

  “Weil both stay in my room with you on the sofa, then. Happy?”

  The following morning they learned of a fire that had gutted several rooms at Ruby's Inn the night before. Ruby's, they learned, referred to a well-known stopping- off point for people going into Bryce Canyon National Park in Utah, west of Glen Canyon.