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Chapter 18
I
t was well past midnight by the time I got home. Elaine's Girls' Night Out had evidently had an early ending; she was sleeping soundly, and didn't stir when I got in beside her. I was exhausted— it had been a long day— but the time I'd spent with Jim Shorter had energized me, leaving me tired but wired. My mind was all over the place, and I thought I was going to have to get up and read or watch television to unwind. I was bracing myself to do just that when sleep came along and took me by surprise.
Over breakfast I told her how I'd spent the evening. "I don't know if he'll ever get to another meeting," I said, "let alone get sober and stay sober. He says he didn't drink that much and it didn't screw him up that badly, and for all I know he's right. But I'll tell you, it did me good. They say there's nothing like working with a newcomer to reinvigorate your own commitment to the program."
"Did he have anything helpful on the murder in Forest Hills?"
"Nothing," I said. "He had a lot of questions and a couple of theories, but he didn't suggest anything I hadn't thought of myself. As far as Forest Hills is concerned, I think I'm going to have to go out there. What's the forecast? Is it going to rain?"
"Hot and humid."
"That'll be a change, won't it?"
"More of the same tomorrow. Possibility of rain on Monday."
"That won't do me any good," I said. "I was hoping it would rain today, or at least threaten to."
"Why?"
"So I could get out of traipsing out to Forest Hills. I ought to see Alan Watson's widow and I'm not looking forward to it."
"No, but you'll do it," she said. "And if it was raining you'd go out there in the rain, knowing you. It'd be the same trip, only you'd get wet. So you're lucky it's only hot and humid."
"I'm glad you pointed that out to me."
"So enjoy yourself with the widow. What's the matter? Did I say something wrong?"
"No, of course not. Although I can't say I expect to enjoy it."
"Whatever, darling. Just so you're back here by eight this evening. We've got a date, remember?"
"You still want to go?"
"Uh-huh. We should get there by ten, and we'll want to have dinner first. Should I cook something for us or do you want to eat someplace downtown?"
I told her not to cook, that there was no end of nice restaurants within a five-minute walk of Marilyn's Chamber. "Although for fifty bucks a couple," I said, "you'd think the bastards could feed us."
"The body parts are just for show," she said. "It's considered bad form to eat them."
I went across the street to my hotel, collected my mail at the desk, went upstairs, and called the number I had for Alan Watson. It rang ten times, unanswered by human being or machine. I sorted my mail, threw out most of it, wrote checks for the rent and phone bill, checked the number with Queens Information to make sure I had it right, then dialed it again and listened to it ring another eight or ten times.
I broke the connection and called Lewis Hildebrand. The woman who answered told me he was working and offered to give me his office number. I told her I already had it, and when I dialed Hildebrand answered it himself.
"You're as bad as I am," he said. "Working on a Saturday. Though I don't know if I'm working or I just felt like getting out of the house. There's something extremely relaxing about a suite of offices when you're the only person around. It feels as though the whole place belongs to me."
"Doesn't it?"
"Well, yes, in a manner of speaking. But it's different when I'm the only one here. Late at night, or on a weekend. I had a call from Ray Gruliow."
"I was there."
"A second call. As of last night, there are still two members he hasn't been able to reach. Three of the others said they definitely can't make it on Tuesday, and a fourth has a conflict but will try to be there."
"Assuming he can't work it out, how many is Gruliow expecting?"
"Eight."
"That's including you and Gruliow?"
"Yes, and you'll be the ninth person present. I believe we'll be expecting you at three-thirty."
"I thought three o'clock."
"We'll be getting together at three," he said. "The members. The consensus was that we'd have half an hour together to discuss the situation, and then you'll join us."
"All right," I said. "That sounds good. I don't know exactly what role I'll play, but I suppose I'll be reporting on what I've determined and making recommendations as to what I think you ought to do."
"I would assume so, yes."
"But you're the man who hired me, so I wanted to give you a preliminary report." And I did, going over what I'd learned and what I'd come to suspect, summarizing, running it all down as much for my own benefit as for his.
"It sounds," he told me, "as though you've done a great deal."
"I know it does," I said. "It sounds that way to me, too. God knows I've been busy. I haven't kept track of my hours, but it seems to me I've put a lot of time in."
"If you've done more work than your retainer covers—"
"I don't know if I have or not, and that's something I don't want to worry about now. No, the point is I've done a lot and I've even assembled a fair amount of data, but I'm not sure what it amounts to. Am I any closer to wrapping it up than I was when we sat down to lunch at the Addison Club? I don't know that I am."
"What would constitute 'wrapping it up'?"
"Answering the major questions."
"Which are?"
"Is someone killing off the members? If so, who is he? And where is he, and how can we nail him for it? I'd say those are the main questions. I'm inclined to answer the first question with a tentative yes, but as far as the other questions are concerned, I'm still completely in the dark."
"Answering them would constitute bringing the entire case to a conclusion, wouldn't it?"
"I guess it would."
"So it's hardly surprising they're as yet unanswered. There's another question which I would certainly call a major one, although it's less a matter for investigation than for decision. Is it time for us to go public? Have we gone as far as we can reasonably expect to go with a discreet, low-profile investigation?"
"That's a big question," I agreed. "But it's not one for me to answer. I'm glad there'll be eight of you at Gruliow's house Tuesday. I'd rather there were more. I wish you could all be there."
"So do I."
"Because the question of where we go from here is one of the things you'll have to decide," I said. "And I guess that's when you'll have to decide it."
I spent the rest of the day in my room at the Northwestern. Every hour or so I tried the number in Forest Hills, and each time it went unanswered. I made other phone calls throughout the day, and watched the Yankees on the MSG channel. (Elaine asked me once, in all apparent seriousness, why they had named a cable channel after a food additive. Madison Square Garden, I told her. Oh, she said.) Wade Boggs tied it for New York with a rare home run in the top of the ninth. Two innings later, Travis Fryman hit a hard grounder down the third-base line. Boggs bobbled it, then threw it over Mattingly's head. Fryman wound up on second and scored on a shot to left by Cecil Fielder, all of which made them very happy in Detroit.
I turned off the set and the phone rang. It was Jim Shorter.
"I hope I'm not, you know, interrupting anything," he said. "But you gave me your card and said to call anytime."
"I'm glad you did," I said. "How's it going?"
"Not so bad. I haven't had a drink yet today."
"That's great, Jim."
"Well, it's early. The day's not over yet. Anyway, there's days when I don't drink at all." And, after a pause, "I went to a meeting."
"Good for you."
"I guess it was good for me. I don't know. I can't see how it could have been bad for me, right?"
"Right. Where'd you go?"
"The same place we went last night. I put a buck in the basket and I had two cups of coffee and a handful of cookies. You can't lose on a deal like that, can you?"
"The price is right."
He told me about the meeting. The crowd was lighter than last night, he said, but he recognized a couple of the same people. He gave me some highlights from the speaker's story.
"I wanted to raise my hand," he said.
"You could have."
"People who'd been sober for less than ninety days were raising their hands and giving their day count and getting a round of applause. I was going to raise my hand and say it was my first day, but I thought, shit, let me wait a few days."
"Whatever you're comfortable with."
"Maybe I'll go again tonight," he said. "Is it okay to go to more than one in a day?"
"You can go all day long," I said. "There's no limit."
"Are you going? Maybe I could check out a West Side meeting, see if there's a difference."
"I'd like that," I said honestly, "but I've got plans tonight."
"Another time, then. How's the case coming?"
"Let's say it's a slow day."
"Well, I won't keep you," he said. "Maybe I'll, uh, give you a call tomorrow."
"Anytime," I said. "I mean it."
oOo
I was crossing the lobby on my way home when I remembered I hadn't put Call Forwarding back on. I went upstairs, punched in the code, dialed the apartment across the street, and told Elaine I'd be home in two minutes. "So why call?" she said. "Oh, right. Call Forwarding."
She was already dressed when I got there, wearing the leather outfit she'd modeled for me earlier, along with more perfume and makeup than was her custom. "What I decided," she explained, "is that a dungeon is no place for understatement."
"You don't think people will be exercising a little restraint?"
"I'll forgive you for that," she said, "but only because I love you. You probably want to shower, and your clothes are laid out for you on the bed."
I showered and shaved and put on the pair of dark slacks she'd laid out for me, then walked into the living room holding the shirt. "What's this?" I asked.
"It's a guayabera."
"I can see that. Where did it come from?"
"Yucatán, originally, except I think this particular one was produced in Taiwan. Maybe it's Korea. It says on the label."
"What I mean is—"
"I bought it for you. Try it on. Let me see. Hey, it looks great."
"What are all these pockets for? And all this piping."
"It's the style. Don't you like it?"
"If you'd told me in time," I said, "I could have let my sideburns grow and grown a little mustache. Then, with just the right haircut, I could look like a pimp in a 1940s movie."
"I think you look casual yet commanding. It's a present, incidentally, but you don't have to thank me."
"Good," I said.
Marilyn's Chamber was located in the basement of a warehouse on Washington Street. Meat packagers occupied the premises on either side, and across the street. There was no sign to lead you to the club. The green door was unmarked, with a low-wattage red light bulb just above it. It was ten o'clock when we knocked and were admitted by a young man with dark black skin, a shaved head, a sleeveless black jumpsuit, and a black mask. It was a quarter after one when the same young man opened the door and let us out.
There was a cab cruising down Washington Street and I stepped to the curb and hailed it. I gave the driver our address and sat back, and when Elaine started to say something I interrupted her to suggest that we ride home in companionable silence.
"I'd rather talk," she said.
"I'd rather you didn't."
"Are you afraid I'll embarrass the driver?"
"No, I'm afraid—"
"Because his name is Manmatha Chatterjee. He's from India, home of the Kama Sutra. His people invented fancy fucking."
"Please."
"So he's not going to be embarrassed."
"I am."
"Besides, if he blushed, who'd know?"
"God damn it…"
"I'm whispering," she said, "and he can't possibly hear me, you silly old bear, you. I'll stop. I'll behave. I promise."
She didn't say anything the rest of the way. In our elevator she said, "May I speak now, master? Or do you suppose the elevator is bugged?"
"I think we're safe."
"I had a good time. And I wasn't too warm in the leather."
"You might have been if you kept the top on."
"I suppose. You looked dashing in your guayabera."
"Casual yet commanding."
"I'll say. I'm really glad we went. I'll tell you, it's going to be a while before you see anything like that on television."
"Let us hope."
"What I really loved is how ordinary the people looked. I'm not talking about what they were wearing, but the people themselves. You go expecting extras from a Fellini movie and you run into folks who could host a Tupperware party."
"Some sexual underground."
"But that makes it more exciting," she said, "because it's more real. With the body piercing, everybody was so matter-of-fact. And it all seems so weird, doesn't it? Tribal, primitive."
"And permanent."
"Like tattoos, but more than skin deep. But my ears are pierced, and when you come right down to it, what's the difference between an earlobe and a nipple?"
"I give up," I said. "What's the difference?"
We were in our apartment now. "I don't know," she said, slipping both arms around my waist. "What's the difference between mashed potatoes and pea soup?"
"Anybody can mash potatoes."
"I already told you that one, huh?"
"Many times."
"The old jokes are the best jokes. That was fun, wasn't it? Did you have a good time?"
"Yes."
"Did it upset you when I took my top off?"
"It surprised me," I said. "It didn't upset me."
"Well, with all those tits in your face, I didn't want you to forget what mine look like."
"No chance of that. Yours were the prettiest."
She danced away from me. "Ha," she said. "You're gonna get laid tonight anyway, kiddo. You don't have to lie."
"Who said I was lying?"
"Let's put it this way— if you were Pinocchio, now would be a good time to sit on your nose."
"I'll tell you what else surprised me," I said. "I thought we agreed we weren't going to participate."
"So who participated? Oh, you mean the girl-girl stuff? I didn't think that counted."
"Oh."
"I sort of got into the spirit of things, I guess. Did it bother you?"
"I don't think 'bother' is the right word for it."
"Did it upset you?"
"I'm not sure 'upset' is the right word, either."
"Got to you, huh?"
"Got to me."
"Well," she said, "that's why we went, isn't it? So it would get to us? You old bear, you. You know what I think I'm going to do? I think I'm going to tie you up. You're not going to fall asleep this time, are you?"
"Probably not," I said. "Not for hours."
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