The Last Cop Out (29 page)
He hoped Helga had some crazy innovation ready for him. This had to be a very special night.
A very special night.
When he turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open he knew it was going to be the wildest night of all, because Helga came off the couch in all her nakedly amazing glory, ran at him and jumped in his arms so hard he almost tumbled backward and while he was still struggling to regain his balance her mouth was all over him, her fingers tearing at his clothes and he was fighting to hold her back before she ripped him apart. It was as if she were trying to rape him and the thought shocked his loins into an immediate erection too sensitive to tolerate and he locked his arms around her and carried her into the other room and tossed her into the middle of the king-sized bed.
She bounced back before he could get a single button undone, her fingers clawing, little mewing sounds coming from wet lips that kissed every inch of flesh that became visible as she undressed him.
Finally he stopped resisting the aggressive demands she made and let himself go into a completely passive state, being the recipient of all the things she gorged herself on, lolling in the total splendor of absolute sexual fulfillment. He was asked to give nothing. All she wanted was for him to enjoy, to take, to spend, to rise to the heights of screaming physical pleasure where everything becomes blanked out in those nerve-shattering waves of orgiastic abandonment that left the body spasm-wracked and helpless.
He knew then, why it was called the
little death.
little death.
His mind was too satiated to wonder what had encouraged the superb performance on her part. He lay spread-eagled on the bed, his formerly stiff member a humorless blob, his eyes slowly closing until he was asleep.
From the doorway, Helga watched him until she was sure he was in the exhausted embrace of sexual fatigue and let herself shiver finally, her body tight with fear and anxiety.
She had thought it was Nils coming in and she had prepared herself for her lover with all the ardor she could muster. Her bath had been scented, her hair had been carefully arranged and the handsome young man with the fluttery hands and falsetto voice had been skillful enough to electrify her mind and body with all the erotic technique he had accumulated over the past four years so that when he had left she was at an emotional peak that only a woman sensitized in the arts of sex could understand or a man so practiced and appreciative in its application could enjoy.
It had all been arranged for Nils and then that stupid lout who paid the bill walked in and she had to waste it all on him.
Draining the bastard wasn’t the hard part. Any five dollar whore could have done that. It was hiding her own fear that tore her insides out and depleted any emotion she thought she owned. Oh, it wasn’t the little gun he always carried. He had money enough on his person to warrant the protection it offered ... no different from the jewelry salesman she used to know or that real estate broker from Phoenix she once serviced who only dealt in cash deals.
What scared the hell out of her was that magazine she had picked up with the paper ... the special edition rushed out to capitalize on the monstrous things that had happened in Miami and Chicago ... the one that carried the candid shot some itinerant photographer, dead now, had taken of the syndicate leaders coming out of a conference in the midtown hotel, and there in the nearby obscure background was the man she had thought to be an innocuous wholesale grocer from Trenton, New Jersey, when, in reality, he was Mark Shelby, suspected head man of the mob.
And Nils’ plane was late. He had been due in an hour ago. The apartment belonged to the naked man on the bed. He could have bought off the doorman so she couldn’t try to alert him. All she could do was play it by ear and hope to hell she wasn’t caught in the middle.
Helga was far from dumb. She had so much time on her hands she had to read everything to occupy the idle hours. She could think and she could speculate. Her past had incorporated enough diverse activities in the area outside the legal concept of normal living so that she could put fact and fiction together and glean a strip of truth that was enough to make brave men quake, and being only a woman, she not only quaked, she went to the bathroom when she didn’t even have to, like a kid watching a horror movie, and evacuated her emotions into a toilet bowl. While she wiped, she considered getting Shelby’s gun and killing him.
That was too risky. Helga wasn’t all that brave, either.
She could wait for Nils and let him kill Shelby.
But Nils wasn’t that brave, either. A great lay, a big talker, a fabulous body, but guts for a shootout he didn’t have.
All she could do was wait and hope some hidden gene inherited from their forebears, a gene with spunk and determination, would show up and between the two of them they could get away from the terror who lay limply on the bed for the moment, and trust that their mutual anxieties and knowledge of cowardice wouldn’t interfere with all those lovely sex games they had planned on playing.
Helga looked at the clock again.
Where the hell was that fucking airplane?
What would she do when it got here?
She could feel it all around her, an invisible force as though someone were stretching the air too tight. There was a tension in the city, in the way people moved, unconsciously nervous. Unreleased energy was back in the night sky again, rumbling with displeasure and spitting intermittent belches of heat light night, waiting and daring anything to trigger it into celestial madness.
Helen Scanlon looked at the two of them, Burke and Captain Long, sensing that something had happened to their friendship, challenging it so that whatever had matured in all the years was balanced on a knife’s edge, and no matter which way it fell, both of them would lose.
She knew she shouldn’t have been there. It was a time for men alone, yet in a way she was like a catalyst whose action could temper or instigate a cataclysm. Inside each of them was a locked secret and they probed each other to bring it out ... not overtly, but just a single word or expression that would satisfy their own conclusions.
For a second she felt a flash of hatred for the whole world, the entire stinking system that could turn men into animals and the earth into a laboratory of destruction to benefit a few warped minds.
She looked at her watch. It was a quarter to nine.
Bill Long put down his coffee cup and took the cigarette Gill offered him. “If you’re right it makes the entire department look like it’s pretty damn stupid or on the take.”
“Not necessarily.”
“No?” Long leaned into the match and blew a thin stream of smoke across the table. “You realize how many men we had working that deal?”
“Sure.”
“Top guys, not rookies. Guys all pulling for you, yet the kind of guys who would lay the evidence on the line no matter what they found.”
“They found plenty of it, didn’t they?”
“Nothing you could refute.”
“Oh, I refuted it,” Burke told him. “I just couldn’t prove it.”
“Why didn’t you stick around and sweat it out?”
“Who needed the aggravation. Things kept piling up against me and there was no way out. There was enough basis of truth so that the whole package looked good. All I could do was make matters worse and you damn well knew it. There wasn’t a chance in the world when it became a public issue the politicals could capitalize on and I’ll be damned if I was going to take any more of a beating from those pricks. The committee at Compat knew the score better than you did and offered me the job. I didn’t have to think twice then. I made more in a month than I did in a year on the force without having to face a rule book that worked against me or a crowd of cop haters and superior officers running scared to protect their pensions.”
“Don’t hand me that, Gill.”
“What could you have done, buddy?”
“Kept your case open until we got the break, that’s what.”
“That sounds good, but I don’t like starving or having to eat the shit I was having thrown at me.” He stopped, took a drag on the butt and shook his head. “The other side was just a little too good for your boys. They didn’t have any rule book to fight against. They could pull out all the stops. They yanked my teeth very effectively and saw to it that when I was gone, everything settled back to normal.”
“But it didn’t, did it?”
The smile Burke gave him was almost frightening to Helen. There was something about his eyes over the hard slash of his mouth that sent a shudder down her spine.
“No,” Burke said, “it didn’t.”
“In fact, it got worse.”
“For some people, perhaps.” Burke had stopped smiling and was watching Long.
The cop nodded. “When you look back at it, the whole thing seems to have been a well-engineered deal.”
Burke’s shrug was enigmatic. “Who knows? In this business, anything can set off a chain reaction.”
This time it was Bill Long’s face that had a peculiarly strained expression. “True.
If
... and only
if
... you know where, when and how to touch off the original action.”
If
... and only
if
... you know where, when and how to touch off the original action.”
“It could be accidental.”
“Accidents,” Long said, “are like coincidences. In this business they don’t happen. They’re planned.”
“A lot of things are planned, kid. Then suddenly they get unplanned and the shit hits the fan.” He looked at his watch and tossed a bill on the table to cover the coffees. “And right now we’re about to plug in the fan.”
The captain’s face got tight again, his words sounding clipped. “Suppose you brief me on this bit, Gill.”
“Suppose I just let you see it happen and explain as I go along. You haven’t got much choice anyway.”
Helen saw the tendons in Long’s hand stand out against the flesh. Finally he said, “Okay, it’s your show, Burke.”
She reached out and laid her hand on top of Gill’s. “If you’d rather . . .”
He didn’t let her finish. “You’ve been there before, doll. We’re simply going to make an inquiry, that’s all. Maybe an intimidating-type inquiry, but no rough stuff. You see ... it’s partially because of you that I began to understand how it was done.”
Whenever Mark Shelby recovered from the effects of an orgasm he was a hollow shell forced to look inward upon himself and disgusted at what he saw. What he thought was manhood expended itself in a fiery gush leaving nothing at all to disguise the self-contempt, the loathing and the bitterness of having been a gutless, wanton puppet whose prowess lay, not in his own ability, but in the hands of those who owned him and twitched the leash to make him respond to their demands. There was nothing brave or daring about the way he had killed. Anyone could shoot or knife from ambush, or in the back, or under the guise of being a friend. He always knew what he would do if faced with an adversary who didn’t fear him at all and came at him with a death weapon in his hand. He’d run. He’d hide. He’d wait until somebody else destroyed the enemy before he would reappear with a logical explanation and claim credit for the victory.
Alone, Mark Shelby was a weak thing who could hate himself to death.
Fortunately, he was never alone. The power was still with him, outside there in the other room, a cylindrical waxen tower of power.
He wiped the bitter taste from his mouth, got out of bed, showered and dressed. Outside in the living room she’d be waiting for him, all vibrant, active sex ready to relieve herself in a dozen more climaxes, ready to bring him into the heady rapture of a gut-wrenching spasm ... and again, like almost all the other times, he was going to have to make some excuse so he would not have to participate in an act that would expose his incapabilities. Maybe he never did fool her, but he couldn’t be sure. At least she understood and gave him the benefit of the doubt.
That was why he was so damn crazy about her. She was all his, from the top to the bottom with all those good parts in between. He was strictly one hell of a big man to her and nobody could come near him for sheer physical magnetism. She let him know it, too. He grinned and sucked in his stomach a little. When he had the operation in the palm of his hand, he’d let her know just who he was, take her right in with him and tell the old lady to fuck off. Then he and Helga would really swing.
But it wasn’t at all like it should have been. She wasn’t bare-assed naked at all. She was sitting cross-legged on the couch with her dress hiked up around her thighs and she was smiling, but there was something forced in the way she did it and the drink in her hand was heavy with scotch and half empty. There was enough animal in him to smell the nervousness in her.
He was about to yank the glass out of her hand when the phone rang and she almost dropped it. Then his fingers beat hers to the receiver and he said in a soft, deadly voice, “I’ll get it,” and watched her eyes go wide and scared for a brief instant. Shelby said, “Yes?” then grunted and handed the phone to Helga. “Some broad for you.”
There was no doubting the relief in her eyes at all. Her voice had the quick, staccato tone of relief as she went into a vivid description of the dress she wanted altered and she didn’t look at him at all while she was talking. She hung up almost reluctantly and was staring at him when he came back from the bar with a drink in his hand.
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