The Jacq of Spades

by Patricia Loofbourrow

  Dr. Salmon didn’t seem surprised to see me appear in maid garb, carrying a child. The doctor paid the taxi-carriage then sent a messenger to fetch the boy’s mother. We stood there, somewhat awkwardly.

  I thought I might not have another chance to ask, so I did. “Mr. Roy Spadros told me that he has known you since he was a boy.” My voice sounded too quiet, and buzzing filled the room.

  “Yes, indeed.”

  “So you’ve known Mrs. Molly Spadros for some time as well.”

  “I have.”

  I was unsure how to proceed. “How did they come to marry?”

  He smiled. “What do you know of her background?”

  I wasn’t sure how much he knew of mine. I shrugged. “She told me she came from the same place as I.”

  He nodded, then peered at me for a moment, evaluating me. “Yes, she did.” He paused. “I first met her as a … young girl, really. She was sixteen. Mr. Acevedo Spadros called me to the Pot, wishing me to ensure she had no illness.”

  I felt confused. “Mr. Acevedo?”

  “Yes, Mr. Roy’s father. The man was in his late 40’s, if I recall … yes, his 50th celebration was later that year. But oh, he was smitten. I have never seen two people so in love.” His lined face lit with the memory. “When she came of age, he brought her into the quadrant, set her up in a little grocery over on 2nd street. I believe a fabric store is there now.”

  A shock went through me at his words. “Why in the world would she marry Mr. Roy?”

  “You know what Roy is,” Dr. Salmon said, his tone bitter. “I was never privy to their reasoning. I suppose they felt it a good way to move her into the house, to have their affair in front of Mr. Acevedo’s wife without anyone knowing.” He shook his head. “It’s a miscalculation I’m sure she regrets.”

  My vision blurred. I couldn’t imagine the pain Molly must have gone through, losing the man she loved. And to such foul murder, betrayed by his own men. Men he trusted, men she probably trusted as well. Then to be yoked with Roy Spadros ….

  Dr. Salmon gave me his handkerchief. “As I told you before, she’s a strong woman. I admire her a great deal.”

  And suddenly, I did too. She had been harsh with me at times, but only to make sure I survived. To live with Roy Spadros so many years and still live must have taken all the ability she possessed. “I have underestimated her.”

  The doctor smiled. “Many do. I hope one day the two of you become friends.”

  Through our entire conversation, the boy stared, sucking his thumb, rocking back and forth, as if his world were gone forever.

  Once his mother arrived, the doctor examined the boy. “It as if he hasn’t had a finger laid upon him —”

  “Was he —?” Mrs. Bryce said, and it was clear from her tone what she meant.

  “No,” Dr. Salmon said, shocked. “No abuse of that kind …”

  Mrs. Bryce sighed in relief.

  “… he’s malnourished, but that can be rectified in time.”

  “Why is he acting this way?”

  “He suffered severe mental trauma, which may take time to heal. It’s common in these cases for a child to regress to a former age. But gentle care over time will give him a feeling of safety. Eventually he’ll come to his senses.” The doctor smoothed David’s hair. “You’re safe now. Your mother will take good care of you.”

  But the boy never said a word. So we brought him home — it took all the money Mrs. Bryce had on her to pay for the taxi-carriage — and laid him in his bed.

  “The police will come when they discover the boy is here,” I said. “Don’t trust them; don’t let anyone near David. Tell your neighbors to watch for those men who took him. If David speaks, even one word, contact me at once. Our lives may depend on it.”

  “I’m so grateful,” Mrs. Bryce said. “You brought my boy home, as you said you would. I’m in your debt.”

  I shook my head, feeling bleak. It might have been kinder for all involved if the boy had been found dead, instead of in this terrible condition. But I tried my best to smile, and made my way outside.

  Mrs. Bryce lived on 2nd street.

  Spadros Manor was on 192nd.

  I had a long walk home.

  When I got three blocks away, the rain poured down, and me without an umbrella.

  The Vow

  As I walked up Snow Street in the lightning storm, sodden and discouraged, I thought about the Masked Man.

  Ma thought I slept. But after Eleanora took Air’s body, the Masked Man entered our quarters. I peeked through the gap between the too-small door and its jamb. Ma told him everything while he listened.

  “Well, this is a situation,” the Masked Man said.

  “She’s gonna ask,” Ma said. “What do I tell her?”

  “You know very well what to tell her.” They went out of view and sound.

  After he left, I heard my mother sobbing, and the memory brought me to tears as I walked that rainy street ten years later. It was the first and last time I ever heard her cry.

  I never saw him again.

  The rain poured down. A carriage pulled up beside me. Major Blackwood leaned out of the window. “Madam, would you care for a lift?”

  I stared at him while a footman came round. Then I thought, what the hell, and got inside.

  “Spadros Manor,” Major Blackwood called out, and the carriage lurched into motion.

  “Thank you,” I said.

  The round old man smiled. “Always glad to be of assistance, my dear. I almost didn’t recognize you with that get-up on, but I had a time when I was temporarily snow-blinded when I was in the military, and I learned to take note of the way people walk as a means of identifying them. It is like a habit to me, and I was riding along and saw you and thought to myself, Major Blackwood, that is Mrs. Jacqueline Spadros walking in this hellish weather, and her without so much as a coat! Why, it wouldn’t have been gentlemanly of me to just let you —”

  “I appreciate your help. I would also appreciate you not speaking of this matter further.”

  “But of course, my dear. I wouldn’t think of it. I remember when I was in the military, the scrapes I got into … you know, once when I was in the academy, I lost a bet, and was forced to walk home wearing a DRESS!”

  “Scandalous.”

  “Quite! So I know the value of good and discreet acquaintances.”

  This man has done me a service, I thought. I underestimated him as well. The thought humbled me. “Thank you. This means a great deal.” I paused for a moment, considering all the possibilities. “Would you be available for Queen’s Day dinner? I have a cancellation … if it wouldn’t be too much trouble.”

  Major Blackwood beamed. “I would very much enjoy the pleasure of dining at Spadros Manor. Very much so.”

  It took me a few minutes to persuade Major Blackwood to leave before I had gotten inside. He finally did after I told him my husband would be vexed if he learned I rode in a bachelor gentleman’s carriage unescorted. This pleased the Major no end.

  When I went around the back, Rocket began to bark. I rushed into the house, keeping him outside as I locked the door. I managed to sneak into my bedroom and get into dry house clothes. Right as I exited the closet, Tony walked in, leaving the bedroom door open a bit.

  “Good heavens, I thought you were with Mrs. Hart!”

  “I was, and we had luncheon, and we went boating, but then the storm came up, and we were drenched! Fortunately she had clothes I could change into to return home. Pearson must not have heard my knock with the thunder, because I had to go round the back to get in.”

  Tony laughed softly and took me into his arms. “You poor dear. What a day!”

  Rocket came bounding into the room, barking, the stable-boys and maids chasing behind, and shook water everywhere.

  “Get that dog out of here!” Tony said. They dragged Rocket off, howling as he went.

  And so it was done, and no one was the wiser. I went downstairs later and told Rocket what
a good dog he was. Both Pearson and the doctor looked at me strangely for a while, as if not sure what to think. I never explained to Dr. Salmon why I was with a traumatized boy and his mother wearing the blood-spattered dress of a maid. But he never asked, and to this day has never said a word about it.

  Pearson never missed a knock or a bell, no matter what the weather. He must have felt a deep sense of personal failure at missing mine, especially since I had a terrible cold for the next few days. He was especially attentive to any bell for months after.

  Poor man — but it would have been suicide to appear at the front door in a maid uniform, much less tell anyone where I was that day.

  * * *

  We ran laughing down a glorious moonlit alleyway, then leaned against a wall.

  Air put his head on my shoulder. I put my arm around him, feeling safe and at peace as we gazed out at the wide plaza before us.

  Snow glittered on old Bridges: the soaring curved lines of the ‘scrapers and mansions, the majestic statues, the stately fountains. Beautiful sleek steam automobiles chugged through the streets, while ladies in flowing gowns strolled past.

  Air’s face was full of wonder. “‘Tis pretty, here at night.”

  Tony and I were wakened by a gunshot.

  We rushed towards the sound in the pre-dawn light, to find Tony’s man standing aghast. Duck was dead, peacefully, as if asleep. Crab had put a gun in his mouth.

  We stood there stunned until Tony’s man picked up a note, which had fallen to the floor:

  I am sorry to disturb your rest, but I can’t bear to see another sunrise. I will do this one last service and spare you the trouble.

  “I asked too much of him,” Tony said, his face stricken. “I killed everything he held dear.”

  “It’s not your fault.” In truth, I wasn’t sure, just as I wasn’t sure about Herbert and Stephen. Or David.

  “Where did he get the gun?” Tony said.

  Sawbuck came up behind us. “Must have been when the doctors were with Duck. We put him in Mr. Roy’s old room. Mr. Roy must have had a gun hidden in there; we never thought to search Crab afterward.”

  We stood there listening to Crab’s blood drip on the floor.

  “May they be dealt better hands next time,” Sawbuck murmured.

  Tony leaned against the door frame. “I have lost four men, four more are badly injured, two horses had to be put down, a whole shipment lost … Frank Pagliacci has much to answer for.”

  I didn’t know what to tell him. Was the man dead?

  I shot him. I heard him scream. I saw him fall.

  * * *

  We buried our men. I had Zia’s uniform cleaned, pressed, and sent to the address on Blaze Rainbow’s card. A few hours later, I happened to be downstairs when the bell rang. “I’m right here, Pearson, I’ll answer.”

  A tear-stained messenger boy of about twelve stood with Zia’s package, his bicycle on the ground. “There’s no such place, mum. I asked, and they laughed at me.”

  No such address.

  I took the package. “I’m so sorry they laughed. I’m grateful you tried, and that you brought it back.” I put my arm around his shoulders and had Pearson find him a treat, which seemed to make them both happy.

  So Morton didn’t live in Hart. Who was he? Why give a false address? Did he even work for the Harts, as he claimed?

  Perhaps he really was Blaze Rainbow, an investigator hired to find David and solve the mystery of the false Red Dogs. We both got much more than we bargained for on this case.

  But why abandon me and David and before we had gotten away safely?

  I suppose I no longer needed his help, and perhaps Zia needed him more. I couldn’t fault a man for going to the aid of his sister. Joe would have done the same for Josie. But the fact that Morton took the carriage and left us irked me. And he didn’t pay what he promised, either.

  A few days later, a large package came with my belongings. Included were my cleaned gun and my wedding ring, neither of which I thought I would see again. The package was without a sender, a postmark, or even a note. “Amelia, who brought this?”

  “I don’t know, mum. Pearson said it wasn’t the usual messenger boy; this one was much older, with an eye-patch.”

  * * *

  David constantly rocked, curled into a ball, sucking his thumb, just as I found him. He refused to sleep in his bed, hiding underneath it all night. His thirteenth birthday came and went. He grew taller; a few hairs sprouted on his chin.

  Mrs. Bryce brought in another doctor to examine the boy. No injury, no evidence of violation, but his mind …. Whatever happened to him, David Bryce refused to talk, to walk, to do so much as feed himself, as if he became a babe again.

  Sometimes I visited, just to let Mrs. Bryce do her shopping. I sat with the boy as he rocked, asking, “What did he do to you?” Just like the time I asked before, and the time before that, he gave no answer.

  I vowed to find the answer. Frank Pagliacci might be gone, but I had no doubt that Jack Diamond was involved in this boy’s ruin, if only to offer that villain sanctuary.

  I was tired of his threats, tired of his madness, tired of being afraid.

  Jack Diamond needed to be stopped.

  This would not end until one of us was dead.

  ~This ends Chapter One of the Red Dog Conspiracy~

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  NO ONE IS AS THEY SEEM ...

  While the villain Frank Pagliacci has been defeated, all is not well in Bridges. The Four Families accuse each other of spying while Red Dog attacks escalate. Aristocratic jewel merchant Dame Anastasia Louis, styling herself “The Queen of Diamonds,” hires her long-time friend, private eye Jacqueline Spadros, to collect from her debtors so she can leave the city.

  But Jacqui can’t leave David Bryce’s kidnapping and the murders of her teenage informants unpunished. Convinced that her mortal enemy, the madman “Black Jack” Diamond, was complicit in the crimes, she pursues ways to prove it. The scoundrel and his crew, however, seem to be one step ahead: the terrifying man in white is seen outside David’s home, forged letters are appearing across the city, and merchants in the Spadros quadrant report threats from a man who fits his description.

  Jacqui is warned of a plot against her life. Those who try to warn Jacqui are murdered, and evidence emerges that Jacqui’s mother is next on the list. With time running out, Jacqui is forced to make a horrifying choice.

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  Appendix

  The History of Bridges

  1400 AC (After the Catastrophe): Benjamin Kerr charters the domed garden city of Bridges as a neo-Edwardian city-state with the North American Federal Oversight Authority.

  Over the next 300 years, the Kerr family becomes a benevolent hereditary monarchy. Around 1700 AC, mismanagement and greed causes the rich/poor gap to widen. Corruption increases, and gangs begin to form in the swath of slums outside the opulent city center known as “The Pot of Gold.”

  Around 1750 AC, many crime families emerge, engaging in racketeering, extortion, bribery, etc. Wrought-iron fences are raised to keep the hungry from coming into the wealthy areas of the city. A religious group called the Dealers, based in the Cathedral, raise charity houses just outside the fence to help the poor.

  1799 AC: The Alcatraz Coup begins.

  Opposition leaders dynamite the bridges on each side of the Pot. Hungry mobs, backed by Opposition forces, storm the Pot of Gold, while Kerr loyalists retaliate in force. Bombing, cannon, ray fire, and torching leaves the Pot of Gold a ruin.

  Many flee to the countryside or leave the city. The first Polansky Kerr and his family, unable to flee after the zeppelin station falls to the Clubbs, go into hidin
g.

  Bridges falls into deep financial straits, and Party Time use skyrockets. A radical religious group called the Bridgers begins lobbying for the drug to be made illegal, linking it to the decadence of the Kerrs.

  Once made illegal, dozens of gangs take over factories and begin converting them to production of the drug. All-out war over the distribution and market share of Party Time begins.

  Four Families emerge, who eventually seize the four quarters of the city. The Families are led by Caesar Diamond, the first Acevedo Spadros, Charlie “The Cowboy” Hart, and Johnny Clubb.

  The Four Families

  (Those members named so far)

  Spadros

  Motto: We never changed our name

  The Spadros family has been in Bridges since the raising of the dome, being among the original laborers brought in to work on the project.

  Patriarch: Roy Spadros (wife: Molly, daughter: Katherine, age 13)

  Heir: Anthony (Tony) Spadros, age 22 (wife: Jacqueline, age 22)

  Inventor: Maxim Call

  Retainers:

  John Pearson, butler (wife: Jane, daughter: Mary)

  Jacob Michaels, manservant

  Amelia Dewey, lady’s maid

  Peter Dewey, stable-man

  Skip Honor, day footman

  Blitz Spadros, night footman

  Dr. Salmon, private surgeon

  Rocket, a bomb-sniffer dog

  Poignee, kitchen maid

  Ottilie, kitchen maid

  Treysa, kitchen maid

  Business:

  Sawbuck (Ten Hogan), Tony’s right hand man

  Crab, Associate

  Duck, Associate