The Mike Hammer Collection, Volume 2 (21 page)

They should have turned around and seen the faces of the people. They would have had their pants scared off. All at once I felt good. I felt swell!

Then I saw the two guys in the second row. They were dressed in ordinary business suits and they looked too damn smug. They were the boys who came in with General Osilov that night. I sat through two more hours of it before the judge broke it up for the day. The press boys made a beeline for the phones and the crowd started to scramble for the doors.

A lot of the people covered it up, but I had time to see the general’s aides pass a fat brief case to another guy who saw that it reached one of the defendants.

All I could think of was the nerve they had, the gall of them to come into a court of law and directly confirm their relationship with a group accused of a crime against the people. Maybe that’s why they could get ahead so fast. They were brazen. That brief case would hold one thing. Money. Cash in bills. Dough to support the trial and the accompanying propaganda.

Nuts.

I waited until they went through the doors and stayed on their heels. At least they had the sense not to come in an official car; that would have been overdoing it. They walked down a block, waved a cab to the curb and climbed in. By that time I was in a cab myself and right behind them. One nice thing about taking a taxi in New York. There’re so many cabs you can’t tell if you’re being followed or not.

The one in front of us pulled to a stop in front of the hotel I had left not so long before. I paid off my driver and tagged after them into the lobby. The place was still jammed with reporters and the usual collection of the curious. General Osilov was standing off in a corner explaining things to four reporters through an interpreter. The two went directly up to him, interrupted and shook his hand as if they hadn’t seen him in years. It was all very clubby.

The girl at the newsstand was bored. I bought a pack of Luckies and held out my hand for the change. “What’s the Russky doing?”

“Him? He was a speaker at the luncheon upstairs. You should have heard him. They piped all the speeches into the lobby over the loudspeaker and he had to be translated every other sentence.”

Sure, he couldn’t speak English. Like hell!

I said, “Anything important come out?”

She handed me my change. “Nah, same old drivel every time. All except Lee Deamer. He jumped on that Cossack for a dozen things and called him every name that could sneak by in print. You should have heard the way the people in the lobby cheered. Gosh, the manager was fit to be tied. He tried to quiet them down, but they wouldn’t shut up.”

Good going, Lee. You tear the bastards apart in public and I’ll do it in private. Just be careful, they’re like poisonous snakes ... quiet, stealthy and deadly. Be careful, for Pete’s sake!

I opened the Luckies and shook one out. I hung it in my mouth and fumbled for a match. A hand draped with mink held a flame up to it and a voice said, “Light, mister?”

It was a silly notion, but I wondered if, I could be contaminated by the fire. I said, “Hello, Ethel,” and took the light.

There was something different about her face. I didn’t know what it was, but it wasn’t the same any more. Fine, nearly invisible lines drew it tight, giving an Oriental slant to her eyes. The mouth that had kissed so nice and spoke the word that put the finger on me seemed to be set too firm. It pulled the curve of her lips out of shape.

She had a lesson coming to her, this one. Bare skin and a leather belt. Either she was playing it bold or she didn’t think I had guessed. Maybe she thought she couldn’t have made it out the door without my seeing her and decided to make the first move herself. Whatever her reason, I couldn’t read it in her voice or her face.

I was going to ask her what she was doing here and I saw why. The reputable Mr. Brighton of Park Avenue and Big Business was holding court next to a fluted column. A lone reporter was taking notes. A couple of big boys whose faces I recognized from newspapers were listening intently, adding a word now and then. They all smiled but two.

The sour pusses were General Osilov and his interpreter. The little guy beside the general talked fast and gesticulated freely, but the general was catching it all as it came straight from Brighton himself.

A couple hundred words later Ethel’s old man said something and they all laughed, even the general. They shook hands and split up into new groups that were forming every time a discussion got started.

I took Ethel’s arm and started for the door. “It’s been a long time, kid. I’ve missed you.”

She tried a smile and it didn’t look good on her. “I’ve missed you too, Mike. I halfway expected you to call me.”

“Well, you know how things are.”

“Yes, I know.” I threw my eyes over her face, but she was expressionless.

“Were you at the luncheon?” I asked.

“Oh ...” she came out of it with a start. “No, I stayed in the lobby. Father was one of the speakers, you know.”

“Really? No need for you to stick around, is there?”

“Oh no, none at all. I can ... oh, Mike, just a moment. I forgot something, do you mind?”

We paused at the door and she glanced back over her shoulder. I turned her around and walked back. “Want me to go with you?”

“No, I’ll be right back. Wait for me, will you?”

I watched her go and the girl at the counter smiled. I said, “There’s a ten in it if you see what she does, sister.” She was out of there like a shot and closed up on Ethel. I stood by the stand smoking, looking at the mirrors scattered around the walls. I could see myself in a half dozen of them. If Ethel watched to see whether or not I moved she must have been satisfied.

She was gone less than a minute. Her face looked tighter than ever.

I walked up to meet her and the girl scrambled behind her counter. I took out a dime, flipped it in my hand and went over and got a pack of gum. While the girl gave me my nickel change I dropped the ten on the counter. “She spoke to a couple of guys back in the hall. Nothing else. They were young.”

I took my gum pack and offered Ethel a piece. She said she didn’t want any. No wonder she looked so damned grim. She had fingered me again. Naked skin and ten extra lashes. She was going to be a sorry girl.

When we got in the cab two boys in almost identical blue suits opened the doors of a black Chevy sedan and came out behind us. I didn’t look around again until we had reached the lot where I left my car. The black Chevy was down the street. Ethel kept up a running conversation that gave me a chance to look at her, and back over my shoulder occasionally.

If I had been paying any attention I would have gotten what she was driving at. She kept hinting for me to take her up to my place. MAN MURDERED IN OWN APARTMENT. More nice headlines. I ignored her hints and cruised around Manhattan with the black sedan always a few hundred feet behind.

Dusk came early. It drove in with the fog that seemed to like this town, a gray blind that reduced visibility to a minimum. I said to her, “Can we go back to your cabin, kid? It was pretty nice there.”

I might have been mistaken, but I thought I saw the glint of tears. “It was nice there, wasn’t it?”

“It was you, not the cabin, Ethel.”

I wasn’t mistaken, the tears were there. She dropped her eyes and stared at her hands. “I had forgotten ... what it was like to live.” She paused, then: “Mike ...”

“What?”

“Nothing. We can go to the cabin if you’d like to.”

The Chevy behind us pulled around a car and clung a little closer. I loosened the .45 with my forearm and a shrug. The dusk deepened to dark and it was easy to watch the lights in the mirror. They sat there, glowering, watching, waiting for the right moment to come.

How would it be? Ethel wanted it in my apartment. Why? So she would be out of the line of fire? Now what? They’d draw alongside and open up and they wouldn’t give a hoot whether they got the both of us or not. It was a question of whether I was important enough to kill at the same time sacrificing a good Party worker. Hell, there were always suckers who could rake in the dough for them. Those two headlights behind me trying to act casual said that.

We were out of the city on a wide open road that wound into the dark like a beckoning finger. The houses thinned out and there were fewer roads intersecting the main drag.

Any time now, I thought. It can happen any time. The .45 was right where I could get at it in a hurry and I was ready to haul the wheel right into them. The lights behind me flicked on bright, back to dim and on bright again, a signal they were going to pass.

I signaled an okay with my lights and gripped the wheel. The lights came closer.

I didn’t watch the mirror. I had my eyes going between the road and the lightbeams on the outside lane that got brighter as they came closer when all of a sudden the beams swerved and weren’t there any more. When I looked they were going in a crazy rolling pattern end over end into the field alongside the road.

I half whispered, “Cripes!” and slammed on the brakes. A handful of cars shot by the accident and began to pull in to a stop in front of me.

Ethel was rigid in her seat, her hands pushing her away from the windshield where the quick stop had thrown her. “Mike! What ...”

I yanked the emergency up. “Stay here. A car went over behind us.”

She gasped and said something I didn’t catch because I was out and running back toward the car. It was upside down and both doors were open. The horn blasted, a man screamed and the lights still punched holes in the night. I was the first one there, a hundred yards ahead of anyone else.

I had time to see the tommy gun on the grass and the wallet inside the car. So that was it. That was how it was to be pulled off. One quick blast from a chatter gun that would sweep my car and it was all over. Somebody groaned in the darkness and I didn’t bother to see who it was. They deserved everything they got. I grabbed that tommy gun and the wallet and ducked behind the car in the darkness and ran back down the road. The others had just reached the wreck and were hollering for somebody to get a doctor.

Ethel screamed when I threw the trunk open and I yelled for her to shut up. I tossed the tommy gun on the spare tire and shut the lid. There were more cars coasting up, threading through the jam along the road. A siren screamed its way up and two state cops started the procession moving again. I joined the line and got away from there.

“Who was it, Mike? What happened back there?”

“Just an accident,” I grinned. “A couple of guys were going too fast and they rolled over.”

“Were they ... hurt?”

“I didn’t stay to look. They weren’t dead ... yet.” I grinned again and her face tightened. She looked at me with an intense loathing and the tears started again.

“Don’t worry, baby. Don’t be so damn soft-hearted. You know what the Party policies are. You have to be cold and hard. You aren’t forgetting, are you?”

The “no” came through her teeth.

“Hell, the ground was soft and the car wasn’t banged up much. They were probably just knocked out. You know, you have to get over being squeamish about such things.”

Ethel shifted in her seat and wouldn’t look at me again. We came to the drive and the trees that hung over it. We pulled up to the front of the cabin that nestled on the bluff atop the river and sat there in the dark watching the lights of the river boats.

Red and green eyes. No, they were boats. From far away came a dull booming, like a giant kettledrum. I had heard it once before, calling that way. It was only a channel marker, only a steel bell on a float that clanged when the tide and the waves swung it. I felt a shudder cross my shoulders and I said, “Shall we go in?”

She answered by opening the door. I went into the cabin behind her.

I closed the door and reached behind my back and turned the key in the lock. Ethel heard the ominous click and stopped. She looked over her shoulder at me once, smiled and went on. I watched her throw her mink on the sofa then put a match to the tapers in the holders.

She thought it was a love nest. We were locked in against the world where we could practice the human frailties without interruption. She thought I didn’t know and was going to give her all for the Party so as not to arouse my suspicions. She was crying softly as if the sudden passion was too much for her.

I put the key in my pocket and crossed the room to where she was and put my hands on her shoulders. She spun around, her hands locking behind my waist, her mouth reaching up for mine. I kissed her with a brutal force she’d remember and while I kissed her my fingers hooked in the fabric of her dress.

She ripped her mouth away from mine and pressed it against my cheek. She was crying hard and she said, “I love you, Mike. I never wanted to love again and I did. I love you.” It was so low I hardly heard it.

My teeth were showing in a grin. I raised my hand until it was against her breast and pushed. Ethel staggered back a step and I yanked with the hand that held her dress and it came off in one piece with a quick loud tear, leaving her gasping and hurt with vivid red marks on her skin where the fabric had twisted and caught.

She gasped, pressed the back of her hand to her mouth and looked at me through eyes wide with fear. “Mike ... you didn’t have to ...”

“Shut up.” I took a step forward and she backed off, slowly, slowly, until the wall was at her back and she could retreat no more. “Am I going to rip ‘em right off your hide, Ethel?”

Her head shook, unbelieving what was happening to her. It only lasted a moment, and her hands that trembled so bent up behind her back and the bra fell away and landed at her feet. Her eyes were on mine as she slid her hands inside the fragile silk of the shorts and pushed them down.

When she stepped out of them I slid my belt off and let it dangle from my hand. I watched her face. I saw the gamut of emotions flash by in swift succession, leaving a startled expression of pure animal terror.

“Maybe you should know why you’re getting this, Ethel. It’s something you should have gotten a long time ago. Your father should have given it to you when you started fooling around with one of those Commie bastards who was after the dough you could throw his way instead of yourself. I’m going to lace the hell out of you and you can scream all you want, and nobody will be around to hear you but me and that’s what I want to hear.