Unspeakable
Graham Masterton
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Graham Masterton
The Dunamai Memorial Collection
This ebook is part of a collection to honor the memory of Hugh Dunamai Miller who passed away on the evening of January 19th, 2006.
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For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and melt into the sun. And what is it to cease breathing but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek god unencumbered. Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then you shall truly dance.
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Poor Richard's
For her thirty-third birthday, Holly's boss, Doug, took her to Poor Richard's on Northeast Thirty-ninth and Broadway. Katie came along, too, of course, since she was not only Holly's case director but Doug's "significant other."
It was a Tuesday evening so the special was steak and snow crab, which was Holly's favorite, although Doug always swore by the tenderloin, medium rare, with a deep-fried onion blossom on the side.
The restaurant was crowded and noisy, so that they had to shout to make themselves heard. "Who's the Long Island Iced Tea?" yelled the server. Holly raised her hand and he passed it over. "Who's the Fuzzy Navel?"
Doug raised his beer glass and said, "Here's to Holly the sweetest girl in thePortland child welfare service. May your days be blessed with sunshine and may your nights be filled with thrills."
"Doug-" Katie protested, but Holly shook her head and laughed.
"Don't worry. Just because I'm thirty-three and unattached, that doesn't mean that I'm going to be living like a nun forever."
"I don't know why you broke it off withEugene ," said Katie. "I know he wasn't exactly Brad Pitt, but he wasn't Quasimodo, either."
"Yes Eugene ," said Doug. "IlikedEugene. It struck me that he was always so considerate."
Holly kept on smiling-that tight, determined smile she always put on when other people tried to order her life for her. "I wasn't looking forconsiderate," she said. "I was looking forimpetuous. I was looking forwild. Besides,Eugene wore garters."
"Garters?Oh my God. You never told me that."
The server brought their starters: shrimp sauté for Holly, teriyaki chicken strips for Katie and Doug. "You want dip? Blue cheese? Lemon mayo? Tomato and honey?"
"He had a phobia about showing his legs because they weren't very hairy. He said they looked like a girl's."
"Hey, we can't all be gorillas."
Over in the dark, oak-paneled bar, more than fifty feet away, a bleached-blond woman in a shiny green cocktail dress was leaning toward a man with a short, iron-gray crewcut. "I have champagne in the icebox," she was saying. "Well, not real champagne but sparkling wine. We could kick off our shoes and drink sparkling wine and dance."
Her companion flapped his hand dismissively. "I don't want to kick off my shoes and drink sparkling wine and dance, okay? I'm fine here. I'm totally " He searched for a word, but all he could come up with was "fine."
The woman leaned even closer and started to play with the man's earlobe. "You don't know what you're missing. I could make all of your wildest dreams come true."
"I don't have any wildest dreams. I don't even have any tamest dreams."
The woman stroked his cheek. The man raised one finger and the bartender poured him another shot of Jack Daniel's.
"Do you know who you remind me of?" the woman purred.
"No, who do I remind you of?"
"Burt Lancaster, when he was younger."
"Burt Lancaster's dead."
"But you remind me of him. Like,all man,you know? Quiet, but all man."
The man tossed back the Jack Daniel's and raised his finger again.
A little farther along the bar, two men in crumpled business suits were talking and laughing. One of them was saying, "So this seventy-year-old guy is sitting in bed reading, okay? And his wife flings open the bathroom door and she's standing there bare-ass naked, okay, and she shouts out, 'Super pussy!' The old guy doesn't even look up. He just turns the page in his book and says, 'I'll take the soup, please.' "
Right in the far corner, sitting at a small table with a hammered-copper top, Holly could see two men drinking beers. One of them had his back to her, and because of the red-shaded table lamp, all she could see of his companion was the lower part of his face. He was talking quickly and quietly, and endlessly feeding himself with smoked and salted almonds.
"-depends when you want it done. I don't know. It's your decision. Whatever you decide, I'll work around it. But you have to make up your mind, you know? And once you've made up your mind, that's it, there's no going back. Because once I've told the guy, once I've told him, he's not going to be in contact anymore, he's going to vanish,piff,and I can't call him up at the last minute and say, 'Sorry, the client's changed his mind,' you get me?"
The woman in the shiny green dress was trying to stick her tongue in the man's ear and he kept flinching away from her.
"Listen, I washed my ears before I came out, okay?"
"Don't you like being licked? I could lick you in places you didn't even know you had."
"Give me a break, will you?"
"Why don't you take me home and let me find out where you like to be licked the most."
Doug was already looking flushed. He had peppery hair and a freckly complexion and it took only two glasses ofBridgeport ale for his neck to turn crimson. Katie was dark and pale, with iron-gray streaks in her shoulder-length hair, and whenevershedrank she pushed her wire-rimmed glasses onto the end of her nose and became very, very meaningful.
"We were thinking, Holly, you know, that maybe you could use some more social interaction."
"You mean I need to get out more?"
"I mean try new people. Broaden your acquaintanceships."
"-so this Japanese tourist goes to the bank to change his yen into dollars, right?" said the joker at the bar. "And he says, 'What's going on, I got a hundred dollars yesterday, now you've only given me ninety-six. Why's that?' And the bank teller says, 'Fluctuations.' So the Japanese says, 'Yes, and fluck you Americans too.' "
"We're going out toMirrorLake this weekend. We were wondering if you were interested in coming along. Doug hasn't been salmon fishing in months, and I just feel like getting out of the city."
"Just us three?"
"Well I was thinking of asking Doug's friend Ned. You know, it's always better when it's a foursome."
"Have I met Ned?"
"I don't think so. No, you haven't. But you'll really like him."
"He's a really terrific guy," Doug put in. "Great sense of humor, you know. Great practical joker."
"You
'd really like him. He used to play quarterback forPortlandU. He's done pretty well for himself in the wood pulp business. And I can guarantee that he doesn't wear sock suspenders."
The man at the table in the corner said, "-you just let me know exactly where she's going to be, and when, and we'll take care of the rest. Don't go variegating your routine. Stay in town and have the cat sense not to do anything that's different from what you normally do. That's the mistake that so many clients make. They have a perfect story but for no reason they do something out of character, and that gets the cops asking themselves why did this guy do something out of character-cops being professionally nosey, which is what they're paid for."
He said something else, and by the way he curled his lip it looked like something of a threat, but Holly couldn't quite catch it.
"Oh, come on," said the woman in the shiny green dress. "We'll have a ball. I promise you won't regret it."
"All right. Allright. You win. Shoes off, sparkling wine, licking, whatever you want. No dancing, though. Definitely no dancing."
"But Iliketo dance."
"Listen, I'll be lucky if I can stand up, forget about dancing."
"Then maybe we should leave it."
"What do you mean? I said yes, didn't I? You've been nagging me all evening and now you want to leave it?"
"I know, but you're drunk. Maybe we should leave it till you sober up."
The man turned and looked at her for the first time. "I don't think it would be a good idea to wait until I'm sober, because you don't turn me on when I'm sober."
Holly laughed. The woman heard her laugh and turned around, frowning, but Holly was obviously too far away to have overheard what she was saying, and she turned back to the man again, looking cross.
"Lipreading again?" said Doug, sucking teriyaki sauce from his fingers.
"Yes. I know I shouldn't."
"Look, how aboutMirrorLake ?" Katie persisted. "We can swim, we can take the boat out."
"And what else? Matchmaking 'round the old campfire?"
"Holly, it's just that I care about you. You're special."
Holly kept on smiling. "Let me think about it, okay? But just because I happen to be deaf, that doesn't mean that I need you to find lovers for me."
"Did I say anything about lovers? Doug, did I say anything about lovers?"
Holly glanced over to the table in the corner. The man finished his beer and wiped his mouth with a neatly folded paper napkin. "-there won't be a trace, I guarantee it. You won't even know she ever existed. How? You don't want to know how. In fact, the less you know, the better. But this guy's a pro. You won't be turning on the news to hear that somebody's found her detached head in a bus-station locker."
A Meeting with"Mickey Slim"
Mickey was waiting for her outside the restaurant, lounging back in his shiny black Oldsmobile Aurora, smoking a cigarette, which he tossed out onto the sidewalk as soon as he saw her.
She said good night to Doug and Katie. "That was great. I had such a good time."
Doug checked his watch. "You sure you don't want to come on to C.C. Slaughter's? Jesus, it's only a quarter after nine."
"I'd love to, but I'm really tired. Daisy has a math test tomorrow and I have to see the Joseph family at nine."
"Oh, the Josephs . Okay, you'll need all of your strength for that."
She kissed them and gave them a wave as they walked away. Then she crossed the sidewalk to the Oldsmobile. Mickey leaned across the seat and unlatched the door for her.
"How's the sexiest public servant in thePacific Northwest ?"
"A year older. It's my birthday today."
"Hey, why didn't you tell me? I would have bought you something. One of those magic Tillamook necklaces you like so much."
"You police detective, me social worker. Let's keep it strictly professional."
"But I love you."
"No you don't. You only love you."
Mickey was skinny and rangy and almost always wore a black suit and a black shirt with a black necktie. He would have been the first to admit that he wasn't particularly handsome. His cropped black hair was receding and he had a sharply pointed nose, but he had wounded gray eyes and a kind of etched, half-starved look that seemed to appeal to almost all of the women he met.
His real name was Mickey Kavanagh, but years ago one of his sergeants had christened him "Mickey Slim"-not just because he was so thin, but in honor of the 1950s down-and-outs' cocktail of choice, gin mixed with DDT, which had the effect of being an upper and a downer at the same time. Which pretty much summed up Mickey's personality to a T.
"Thanks for that text message," he told Holly, holding up his cell phone. "Those guys you were lipreading are they still inside?"
"No, they left about ten minutes ago."
"Get a look at them?"
"Not very clearly. The one who was doing most of the talking was forty-five, maybe, broad shoulders, long gray hair tied back in a ponytail. Craggy kind of face, if you know what I mean. Acne scars. His accent wasn't local: The way he was biting the ends of his words, I'd say that he was almost certainly out ofChicago . He used the wordscat sense,too, and you very rarely hear anybody outside ofChicago saying that."
"What about the other one?"
"I never saw him speak. He had his back to me most of the time but he looked as if he were older, more stooped, you know? He was wearing a green raincoat and he was carrying a yellow plastic shopping bag. I think he may have had a mustache."
"Want to tell me exactly what was said?"
"It was very oblique, most of it. But I'd definitely say that they were arranging to kill some woman. The guy with the ponytail said that he was going to get a real pro to do the job. He said, 'You won't even know she ever existed.' "
"Want to come back to headquarters and look at some pictures?"
"This is my birthday, Mickey, and Daisy's waiting up for me."
"I'll make it up to you, I promise. I'll take you out to McCormick and Schmick's tomorrow night and then we can go back to your place and make love until the steam comes out of our ears."
"Sorry, Mickey."
"All right, we can go back tomyplace and make love until the steam comes out of our ears. You'll just have to be careful not to kneel in the cat litter."
"I'll look at some pictures at home, okay? And if I see a face that rings a bell, I'll call you."
"Okay, okay. I know when I'm spurned."
The Three Concubines
They drove through the brightly lit center ofPortland , along the tree-lined transit mall, where people were still strolling between the flower tubs, window-shopping. It had rained earlier, but now the evening was dry and warm, although the lights from the stores and the streetlights and the forty-storyInterstateBankTower were still reflected in the sidewalks.
"Been busy?" Holly asked Mickey.
"Are you kidding me? Those missing women are driving me nuts."
"No leads?"
He shook his head. "We still don't know for sure if they're in any way connected. I know they were all successful professional women, all four of them, and they all disappeared without telling their husbands or their friends where they were going. But until at least one of them shows up "
"Any theories?"
"Personally, I think they all decided that their family responsibilities were holding them back and that the simplest thing to do would be to walk out the door and never come back."
"You think theyalldid that, independently of each other? That doesn't seem very likely."
"Why not? One walks out, the others see it on the news and think,What am I doing here with this Homer Simpson of a husband and these snotty ungrateful kids?Icould do that."
Holly shook her head. "I'm not so sure. I knowmenwalk out on their families sometimes."
"Why not women? Sarah Hargitay ran a very successful real estate business; Jennie McLellan had a thriving patisserie; Kay Padowska was a senior manager at First Portland Bank; and Helena Carlsson
was a big noise in the Port Authority. All dominant, single-minded women."
"I'm a dominant, single-minded woman, but I wouldn't just walk out on my life."
"That's because you'd miss me too much."
"Are you kidding? I'd miss you like I miss hay fever when it starts to rain."
Ahead of them they caught sight of three burly women in red, blue, and yellow cheongsams, with high collars and slit skirts, tottering arm in arm along the mall together. Mickey put down his window and called, "Hey, girls!"
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