After breakfast she went back to her cabana and put on a pair of shorts and a light blouse. She had not thought to pack a swimming suit, considering the nature of her business here. She walked out onto the beach, and young Roberto came running up to provide her with a folding chair down by the tideline.
Karyn adjusted the chair so she could see the row of cabanas and the front of the hotel. Shortly before noon Chris came out, blinking at the sunlight. He started for the surf, then saw Karyn and veered over toward her. He wore brief white swim trunks, and Karyn could not help noticing the smooth tan on his well-muscled body.
“Good morning,” he said.
“Hi. I hope you didn’t interrupt anything important just to come out and talk to me.”
“Don’t you start now. I’m getting enough static from Audrey. She thinks the only reason you came down here was for my body.”
“Oh? What did you tell her?”
“Nothing. It’s easier to let her believe that than to try to explain the real reason.”
“I see what you mean.”
Both of them were silent for a moment, looking out to sea.
“Did you come up with any ideas?” Karyn said.
Chris sat down on the sand next to her chair. He continued to look out over the water as he spoke. “The way I see it, there isn’t much we can do until they make a move.”
Karyn whirled on him. “Make a move? You mean until they attack someone else?”
He faced her soberly. “Have you got a better idea?”
“I… oh, I don’t know. I guess I expected you to magically solve all my problems. I’m sorry, Chris. I shouldn’t have come here. It’s not fair to drag you into this again.”
“Cut it out,” he said. “You came to me because there is no one else. It was the right thing to do. Now settle down and we’ll try to approach this logically.” After a moment he added, “If it’s possible to be logical about werewolves.”
Karyn drew a deep breath and gave him a small smile. “All right, let’s be logical. Where do we start?”
“Do you expect them to follow you down here?” Chris said. “Marcia and Roy?”
“I’m positive they will. It took them no time at all to find me in Los Angeles. I don’t know how, but they seem to know my movements. I wouldn’t be surprised if they were here already.”
“Okay, let’s assume the worst. They’re in Mazatlán, and they know where you are. Our best chance is to find them in the daytime. They have no special powers then. Once the sun goes down and they can take on the wolf shape, no man is a match for them. Nothing can stop them in that form except fire and silver.”
“So if we don’t want to meet them at night, how do we go about finding them in the daylight?”
“We don’t,” Chris said. “They find us. Find you, rather. You’re the one they’re after. Even with all the power the night gives them, they can’t move around freely as wolves without attracting a lot of attention. As you saw up in Seattle, they found you in their human shape first, then when they were ready to attack they came as wolves. It’s up to us to be alert, always watching, during the day.”
“And at night?” Karyn said.
“At night we are careful as hell.”
“Do you think they’ll be clumsy enough to let us see them in the daytime?”
“I don’t think clumsy has anything to do with it,” Chris said. “I think letting you see them was all part of their plan. It was meant to frighten you before they attacked.”
“Well, they sure succeeded,” Karyn said.
A slim shadow fell across the sand at their feet.
“Hey, how cozy.”
Karyn looked up and saw Audrey Vance standing behind her chair. The girl smiled tightly and let her eyes flick back and forth between Karyn and Chris. There was no doubt about it, Karyn thought. The girl did have a body. Her pink one-piece swimsuit was thin enough and tight enough to emphasize her nipples and the bush of pubic hair.
“Hi,” Chris said. “Ready for lunch?”
“Yes, if you haven’t already had yours.”
Chris ignored the sarcasm. He stood up and brushed the sand from his trunks. “I’ll go get wet and be with you in a minute.” To Karyn he said, “Damned if the girl isn’t making a swimmer out of me.”
He loped down to the water and splashed into the surf while the women watched. He dived into an incoming wave and disappeared from sight momentarily, bobbing up again as the wave rolled over him and broke on the shore.
“Have you known Chris a long time?” Audrey asked.
“Yes. He was a friend of my first husband.”
“No kidding.”
There could not have been, Karyn figured, more than seven or eight years difference between her own and Audrey’s ages, yet Audrey Vance made her feel positively middle-aged. She was acutely aware of her awkward position, sitting in the low folding chair while Audrey stood, straight and slim, a little behind her. Karyn stood up end faced the younger woman and felt better.
“Let’s get something straight here,” she said. “Whatever you and Chris are to each other makes no difference to me. I wish you both good luck or happiness, or anything else you’re after. Chris is a friend of mine, and I’m here to see him as a friend. That’s all.”
“Sure you are.” Audrey made her eyes wide and childlike. “What else could it be?”
Karyn met Audrey’s baby stare for a moment, then turned away.
“Shit,” she said.
If Audrey heard, she gave no sign.
Chris came jogging back from the surf scrubbing the salt water out of his hair.
“Let’s go,” he said to Audrey. Then to Karyn “Want to have lunch with us?”
Karyn hesitated for a moment, just to give the girl something to think about. Then she said, “No, thanks. I had a big breakfast.”
Chris and Audrey walked off toward their cabana. Audrey tucked her hand possessively under his arm. Karyn turned back to the beach and saw the young Roberto raking the sand smooth. She beckoned to him and he came running to her, his smile dazzling in the sunlight.
“Si, Señora?”
“Could you get me an umbrella, Roberto? I think I’ve had enough sun for today.”
The boy nodded eagerly and took off at a run toward the rear of the hotel. In a few minutes he came back carrying a huge beach umbrella, which had alternating panels of orange and green. He planted it in the sand next to Karyn’s chair and opened it, taking care to adjust it so she was properly shaded.
Karyn reached into her bag, then looked up apologetically. “I’m afraid I left my money in the room.”
“Is no problem, Señora,” said Roberto. “If you want to give me a tip, is plenty of time when you check out.” Still smiling, he trotted off to attend to another guest who was holding up an empty highball glass.
Left alone, Karyn settled back with the umbrella shading her from the glare of the sun. She closed her eyes, lulled by the susurration of the surf, and dozed in the gentle breeze. Some time later she awoke with a start. The sun had moved to the west and the shadow of the umbrella had crept up to expose her feet and ankles. She decided to see if she could get a sandwich in the dining room.
Karyn picked up her bag and walked through the sand, back toward the hotel. As she reached the main building she saw a small crowd at the far side gathered around the badminton court; Karyn strolled over to see what the attraction was. On the grassy court, under the approving eyes of the mostly middle-aged guests, Chris and Audrey were playing an energetic, laughing game of badminton. Chris wore his white trunks and a striped rugby shirt. Audrey had changed into a pale blue shorts and halter outfit. They were a fine-looking couple, Karyn thought unhappily. Like a travel ad in a magazine.
At that moment Audrey looked over at her. There was an unmistakable glint of triumph in her clear young eyes.
I could really learn to dislike that girl, Karyn thought, giving Audrey a bland smile in return. She left the badminton game and crossed the
patch of lawn to the main building of the hotel.
From his position behind the desk in the lobby, Señor Davila, the manager, gave her a welcoming smile.
“Is it too late for me to get some lunch?” Karyn asked.
“Not at all, Señora Richter. Please go right in.”
“Thank you.” Karyn started for the dining room.
“Did your friend find you on the beach all right?” the manager asked.
“Mr. Halloran? Yes, he did.”
Señor Davila looked puzzled. “Oh, no, señora, I mean the lady.”
Karyn felt a chill. “Miss Vance?”
“No, it was your other friend. The dark lady. She asked for you and I told her you were on the beach. Is anything wrong?”
Karyn stared at him. “There was a dark woman here? Asking for me?”
The manager began to look worried. “Si, Señora. Dark, with a mark of white in her hair. The lady said she was your friend. I hope I did not speak out of place.”
“No… it’s all right,” Karyn said vaguely. She turned and started out of the building.
“Your lunch, Señora?” Davila called after her.
“I’ve lost my appetite,” Karyn said, without looking back.
Back at the badminton court, she edged past the people who were watching, and stepped out to where Chris was preparing to serve.
“Can I talk to you?” she said.
He caught the note of urgency in her voice, “What’s happened?”
“They’re here. Marcia was at the desk asking for me.”
Chris frowned. “When we went into lunch there was a woman who came in a cab. She said a few words to the manager then went away.”
“What did she look like?”
“Tall. Slender. Wore sunglasses. Long, black hair.”
“With a streak of silver?”
Chris nodded.
“That was her. I forgot that you never saw Marcia Lura. At least not as a woman.”
“Damn,” he said. “I was almost close enough to grab her.”
The people alongside the court were watching them curiously. Across the net Audry stood with her fists planted on her hips.
“Can we go somewhere?” Karyn said.
“Yeah.” Chris handed his racket to a paunchy man in a flowered shirt. “Here, you take over for me.” He called across to Audrey, “I’ll be back in a little while.”
They walked away from the court together. Before she turned, Karyn caught the flash of pure female hatred in Audrey’s eyes.
* * *
In a nameless cantina in the old Mexican section of Mazatlán, Roy Beatty sat listlessly at a table in the rear. It was dark in the cantina. Roy stared down at his hands, spread out flat on the sticky tabletop. He looked up at the sound of Marcia Lura’s footsteps.
Marcia pulled out the chair next to him and sat down. She leaned close and spoke in an excited whisper.
“She’s here.”
Roy looked at her with dulled eyes, but said nothing.
“Did you hear me? I said she’s here. I found her.”
“I heard you.”
“By now she will have been told that I asked for her at the desk. She will realize now that there is no escape for her.”
Roy did not answer.
Marcia reached around behind his chair. She slipped her long fingers under the hair at the back of his neck and rubbed him there. “Don’t you feel it?” she said. “This is the end of the chase.”
He rolled his head around as Marcia’s fingers worked on his tense trapezius muscles. “I’m glad it’s almost over,” he said. “That’s all.”
She brushed his ear with her lips. “Maybe you will feel something more when I tell you who she is with.”
“Karyn is here with someone? I thought you said she came down alone.”
“She did. But she met someone here.”
Marcia’s tongue probed at his ear, sliding in and out sensually.
Roy pushed his chair away and turned to face her. “Who? Who did she meet?”
“Your old friend, Roy, and her old lover.”
“Chris Halloran? Chris is in Mazatlán?”
“You didn’t think she chose this place by chance?”
“And you say they’re together?”
“Oh, very much together. They’re staying at the Palacio del Mar Hotel north of the city. It’s very quiet there. Isolated. Perfect for lovers. And perfect for us.”
Roy Beatty’s lips drew back from his teeth, and for a moment the image of the wolf overlaid the man. He seemed to look out through the walls and across the city to the bed where his imagination put the naked bodies of his wife and his friend.
Marcia watched him. The corners of her wide, pale mouth lifted in a smile.
“Tonight, my Roy, we will pay them back for everything.”
20
That evening Chris insisted that Karyn share a table with him and Audrey for dinner. Karyn was reluctant, but decided that any company, even Audrey’s, was better than being alone. Her nerves had been ragged since she heard about Marcia coming to the hotel earlier in the day.
She dressed in her cabana, watching nervously through the window as the sun dropped toward the horizon. The day was still warm, but Karyn shivered as she hurried down the walk toward the main building.
Chris and Audrey were waiting for her in the dining room. Chris was unconvincingly jovial. Audrey was plainly unhappy with the situation. She wore a tight-fitting jumpsuit of simulated suede. Her hair was brushed to a coppery glow. Her eyes were continually on Karyn.
“It’s so nice that you could eat with us,” she said, showing her teeth.
“It’s my pleasure,” Karyn answered.
“No doubt,” said the younger woman.
Chris cleared his throat and made a show of studying the menu. “I’m going to try the crabmeat enchiladas. How about you two?”
There was a short, uncomfortable silence. Finally Audrey said, “I want a steak. Medium well. I don’t like the way they fix Mexican food down here. It’s better in L.A.”
“I’ll just have a salad,” Karyn said. She kept glancing through the archway that opened into the lobby. She could see the main entrance, and through the glass in the doors, the darkening sky outside.
“You shouldn’t worry about dieting when you’re on vacation,” Audrey said. “So what if you do put on a few more pounds? Relax. Live a little.”
Another time Karyn might have taken up the girl’s challenge, but there were other things to think about. She said, “I just don’t have the appetite.
“Mexico does that to some people,” Audrey said. “You shouldn’t have drunk the water.”
Chris signaled to the waiter and ordered dinner. He tried half-heartedly to keep the conversation going, but had little success. Audrey fell into a sulk, returning her steak twice because it was not done properly. Karyn tried to follow Chris’s inconsequential remarks, but her thoughts were outside where the night had once again claimed the world.
When they were finished, the waiter came and took away the empty dishes. Chris ordered sweet little Mexican cakes for dessert. Audrey found something else to complain about when she was told the kitchen was out of tea.
They dawdled over dessert until they were the last ones left in the dining room. It became plain that Chris was stalling. Audrey looked pointedly at her watch every two or three minutes.
Karyn badly wanted to leave, but she was terrified at the thought of walking alone through the dark to her cabana. She wondered how she could suggest that Chris walk with her without causing a scene with Audrey.
Before she could think of anything, Audrey spoke up. “If we’re going to sit here half the night drinking this crappy coffee, I’m going to the little girl’s room and at least get rid of some of it. You two will excuse me, I hope?”
She left the table and walked off toward the lobby, her heels ringing angrily on the tile floor.
“You’d better take me back to my room,” Karyn said.
“I can’t let you stay there alone,” Chris said. “If Marcia was here today asking for you, it’s a good bet that they’ll be back tonight.”
Karyn shuddered. “What can I do? I asked the manager, and there are still no rooms available in the main building. I can’t sit in the lobby all night.”
Chris rubbed his jaw thoughtfully. “You can come to our room.”
“All night?”
“At least until we can think of something better.”
“Audrey will love that.”
“Audrey will have to learn that things don’t always go her way.”
“Have you considered telling her?”
“You mean about Drago and the werewolves?”
“Yes.”
The Howling Trilogy Page 29