The 1st Deadly Sin
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“Chilton One from Chilton Two. Chilton Three is now going down. We will stop at six feet for a radio check.”
“Chilton Two from Chilton One. Delaney here. We can see you. Any movement on top of the rock?”
“None at all, Captain. Just an outline of a body. He’s under the snow. Radio check now. Chilton Three from Chilton Two: How do you read?”
They watched the man dangling on the cable beneath the ’copter. He swung lazily in slow circles.
“Chilton Two from Chilton Three. I’m getting you loud and clear.” Farber’s voice was breathless, almost drowned in the rotor noise.
“Chilton Three from Chilton Two. Repeat, how do you read me?”
“Chilton Two, I said I was getting you loud and clear.”
“Chilton Three from Chilton Two. Repeat, are you receiving me?”
Captain Delaney swore softly, moved his hand-held mike closer to his lips.
“Chilton Three from Chilton One. Do you read me?”
“Christ, yes, Chilton One. Loud and clear. What the hell’s going on? Do you hear me?”
“Loud and clear, Chilton Three. I’ll get right back to you. Chilton Two from Chilton One.”
“Chilton Two here. Barnes speaking.”
“Delaney here. Major, we’re in communication with Chilton Three. He can read us and we’re reading him. He can hear you, but apparently you’re not getting him.”
“Son of a bitch,” Barnes said bitterly. “Let me try once more. Chilton Three from Chilton Two, do you read me? Acknowledge.”
“Yes, I read you, Chilton Two, and I’m getting fuckin’ cold.”
“Chilton Two from Chilton One. We heard Chilton Three acknowledge. Did you get it?”
“Not a word,” Barnes said grimly. “Well, we haven’t got time to pull him back up and check out the goddamn radios. I'll relay all orders through you. Understood?”
“Understood,” Delaney replied “Chilton Three from Chilton One. You are not being read by Chilton Two. But they read us. We’ll relay all orders through Chilton One. Understood?”
“Understood, Chilton One. Who's this?”
“Captain Delaney.”
“Captain, tell them to lower me down onto the fuckin’ rock. I’m freezing my ass off up here.”
“Chilton Two from Chilton One. Lower away.”
They watched the swinging figure hanging from the cable. Suddenly it dropped almost three feet, then brought up with a jerk, Farber swinging wildly.
“Goddamn it!” he screamed. “Tell ’em to take it fuckin’ easy up there. They almost jerked my fuckin’ arms off.” Delaney didn’t bother relaying that. He watched, and in a few minutes the cable began to run out slowly and smoothly. Farber came closer to the top of Devil’s Needle.
“Chilton Three from Chilton One. Any movement?”
“No. Not a thing. Just snow. Mound in the middle. Snow drifted up along one side. I’m coming down. About ten feet. Tell them to slow. Slow the fuckin’ winch, goddamn it!”
“Chilton Two from Chilton One. Farber is close. Slow the winch. Slow, slow.”
“Roger, Chilton One. We see him. He’s almost there. A little more. A little more…
“Chilton Three here. I’m down. Feet are down.”
“How much snow?”
“About an inch to three inches where it’s drifted. I need more fuckin’ cable slack to unshackle the horse collar.”
“Chilton Two, Farber needs more cable slack.”
“Roger.”
“Okay, Chilton One. I’ve got it unsnapped. Tell them to get the fuck out of here; they’re damn near blowing me off.”
“Chilton Two, collar unshackled. You can take off.”
The ’copter tilted and circled away, the cable slanting back beneath it. It began to make wide rings about Devil’s Needle.
“Chilton Three, you there?” Delaney asked.
“I’m here. Where else?”
“Any sign of life?”
“Nothing. He’s under the snow. Wait’ll I get this fuckin’ collar off.”
“Is he breathing? Is the snow over his mouth melted? Is there a hole?”
“Don’t see anything. He’s covered completely with the fuckin’ snow.”
“Brush it off.”
“What?”
“Brush the snow away. Brush all the snow off him.”
“With what, Captain? I got no gloves.”
“With your hands—what do you think? Use your hands. Scrape the snow and ice away.”
They heard Farber’s heavy breathing, the clang of shotgun on rock, some muffled curses.
“Chilton One from Chilton Two. What’s going on?”
“He’s brushing the snow away. Farber? Farber, how’s it coming?”
“Captain, he’s naked!”
Delaney took a deep breath and stared at Forrest and Sneed. But their eyes were on Devil’s Needle.
“Yes, he’s naked,” he spoke into the mike as patiently as he could. “You knew that; you saw the photos. Now clean him off.”
“Jesus, he’s cold. And hard. So fuckin’ hard. God, is he white.”
“You got him cleaned off ?”
“I—I’m—”
“What the hell’s wrong?”
“I think I’m going to be sick.”
“So be sick, you shithead!” Delaney roared. “Haven’t you ever seen a dead man before?”
“Well…sure, Captain,” the shaky voice came hesitantly, “but I never touched one.”
“Well, touch him,” Delaney shouted. “He’s not going to bite you, for Chrissakes. Get his face cleaned off first.”
“Yeah…face…sure…Jesus Christ.”
“Now what?”
“His fuckin’ eyes are open. He’s looking right at me.”
“You stupid sonofabitch,” Delaney thundered into the mike. “Will you stop acting like an idiot slob and do your job like a man?”
“Chilton One from Chilton Two. Barnes here. What’s the problem?”
“Farber’s acting up,” Delaney growled. “He doesn’t enjoy touching the corpse.”
“Do you have to rough him?”
“No, I don’t,” Delaney said. “I could sing lullabies to him. Do you want that stiff down or don’t you?”
Silence.
“All right,” Barnes said finally. “Do it your way. When I get down, you and I will have a talk.”
“Any time, anywhere,” Delaney said loudly, and saw that Forrest and Sneed were staring at him. “Now get off my back and let me talk to this infant. Farber, are you there? Farber?”
“Here,” the voice came weakly.
“Have you got him brushed off?”
“Yes.”
“Put your fingers on his chest. Lightly. See if you can pick up a heartbeat or feel any breathing. Well…?”
After a moment: “No. Nothing, Captain.”
“Put your cheek close to his lips.”
“What?”
“Put. Your. Cheek. Close. To. His. Lips. Got that?”
“Well…sure…”
“See if you can feel any breath coming out.”
“Jesus…”
“Well?”
“Nothing. Captain, this guy is dead, he’s fuckin’ dead.”
“All right. Get the horse collar on him, up around his chest, under his arms. Make sure the shackle connection is upward.”
They waited, all of them on the porch now straining their eyes to the top of Devil’s Needle. So were all the men in the compound, sentries, snipers, reporters. Still and TV cameras were trained on the rock. There was remarkably little noise, Delaney noted, and little movement. Everyone was caught in the moment, waiting…
“Farber?” Delaney called into his mike. “Farber, are you getting the collar on him?”
“I can’t,” the voice came wavering. “I just can’t.”
“What’s wrong now?”
“Well…he’s all spread out, Captain. His arms are out wide to his sides, and his legs are s
pread apart. Jesus, he’s got no cock at all.”
“Screw his cock!” Delaney shouted furiously. “Forget his cock. Forget his arms. Just get his feet together and slip the collar over them and up his body.”
“I can’t,” the voice came back, and they caught the note of panic. “I just can’t.”
Delaney took a deep breath. “Listen, you shit-gutted bastard, you volunteered for this job. ‘I’ll bring the fucker down,’ you said. All right, you’re up there. Now bring the fucker down. Get his ankles together.”
“Captain, he’s cold and stiff as a board.”
“Oh no,” Captain Edward X. Delaney said. “Cold and stiff as a board, is he? Isn’t it a shame this isn’t the middle of July and you could pick him up with a shovel and a blotter. You’re a cop, aren’t you? What the hell you think they pay you for? To clean up the world’s garbage—right? Now listen, you milk-livered sonofabitch, you get working on those legs and get them together.”
There was silence for a few moments. Delaney saw that Captain Bertram Sneed had turned away, walked to the other end of the porch. He was gripping the railing tightly, staring off in the opposite direction.
“Captain?” Farber’s voice came faintly.
“I’m here. How you coming with the legs?”
“Not so good, Captain. I can move the legs a little, but I think he’s stuck. His skin is stuck to the fuckin’ rock.”
“Sure it is,” Delaney said, his voice suddenly soft and encouraging now. “It’s frozen to the rock. Of course it would be. Just pull the legs together slowly, son. Don’t think about the skin. Work the legs back and forth.”
“Well…all right…Oh God.”
They waited. Delaney took advantage of the pause to pull off his coat. He looked around, then Chief Forrest took it from him. The Captain realized he was soaked with sweat; he could feel it running down his ribs.
“Captain?”
“I’m here, son.”
“Some of the skin on his legs and ass came off. Patches stuck to the fuckin’ rock.”
“Don’t worry about it. He didn’t feel a thing. Got his ankles together?”
“Yes. Pretty good. Close enough to get through the collar.”
“Fine. You’re doing just fine. Now move his whole body back and forth, side to side. Rock him so his body comes free from the stone.”
“Oh Jesus…” Farber gasped, and they knew he was weeping now. They didn’t look at each other.
“He’s all shrunk,” Farber moaned. “All shrunk and his belly is puffed up.”
“Don’t look at him,” Delaney said. “Just keep working. Keep moving him. Get him loose.”
“Yes. All right. He’s loose now. He didn’t lose much skin.”
“Good. You’re doing great. Now get that horse collar on him. Can you lift his legs?”
“Oh sure. Christ, he don’t weigh a thing. He’s a skeleton. His arms are still out straight to the sides.”
“That’s all right. No problem there. Where’s the collar?”
“Working it upward. Wait a minute…Okay. There. It’s in position. Under his arms.”
“He won’t slip through?”
“No chance. His fuckin’ arms go straight out.”
“Ready for the ’copter?”
“Jesus, yes!”
“Chilton Two from Chilton One.”
“Chilton Two. Loud and clear. Barnes here.”
“The collar is on the body. You can pick up.”
“Roger. Going in.”
“Farber? Farber, are you there?”
“I’m still here, Captain.”
“The ’copter is coming over for the pickup. Do me a favor, will you?”
“What’s that, Captain?”
“Feel around under the snow and see if you can find an ice ax. It’s about the size of a hammer, but it has a long pick on one side of the head. I’d like to have it.”
“I’ll take a look. And do me a favor, Captain.”
“What?”
“After they pick him up and land him, make sure they come back for me. I don’t like this fuckin’ place.”
“Don’t worry,” Delaney assured him. “They’ll come back for you. I promise.”
He watched until he saw the helicopter throttling down, moving slowly toward the top of Devil’s Needle. He walked back inside to place his microphone on the radioman’s counter. Then he took a deep breath, looked with wonder at his trembling hands. He went outside again, down the steps, into the compound. The photographers were busy now, lens turned to the ’copter hovering over Devil’s Needle.
Delaney stood in the snow, his cap squarely atop his head, choker collar hooked up. Like the others, his head was tilted back, eyes turned upward, mouth agape. They waited. Then they heard the powered roar of the rotors as the ’copter rose swiftly, tilted, circled, came heading toward them.
At the end of the swinging cable, Daniel Blank hung in the horse collar. It was snug under his outstretched arms. His head was flung back in a position of agony. His ankles were close together. His shrunken body was water-white, all knobs and bruises.
The helicopter came lower. They saw the shaved skull, the purpled wounds where skin had torn away. The strange bird floated, dangling. Then, suddenly, caught against the low sun, there was a nimbus about the flesh, a luminous radiation that flared briefly and died as the body came back to earth.
Delaney turned, walked away. He felt a hand on his shoulder, stopped, turned to see Smokey the Bear.
“Well,” Captain Sneed grinned, “we got him, didn’t we?”
Delaney shrugged off that heavy hand and continued to walk, his back to the thunder of the descending ’copter.
“God help us all,” Captain Edward X. Delaney said aloud. But no one heard him.
Epilogue
IN THE MONTHS after the events recounted here, the following occurred:
Christopher Langley and the Widow Zimmerman were wed, in a ceremony attended with great pleasure by Captain Delaney. The happy newlyweds moved to Sarasota, Florida.
Calvin Case, with the assistance of a professional writer, produced a book called “Basic Climbing Techniques.” It had a modest but encouraging sale, and seems on its way to becoming a manual of Alpinism. Case is currently working on a second book: “The World’s Ten Toughest Climbs.”
Anthony (Tony) Montfort rejoined his parents in Europe. The whereabouts of Valenter is presently unknown.
Charles Lipsky became involved in a criminal ring forging welfare checks and is currently being held for trial.
Samuel and Florence Morton opened the first of a chain of “health clubs” featuring mixed nude swimming. They are under indictment for “maintaining a public nuisance,” but are free on bail pending trial.
Former Deputy Commissioner Broughton was defeated in the primary to select his party’s candidate for mayor of New York City. He is attempting to form a new political party based on the promise of “law and order.”
Former Lt. Marty Dorfman passed the examination for captain, and was appointed Legal Officer of the Patrol Division.
Lt. Jeri Fernandez, Sergeant MacDonald, and Detective Blankenship received commendations.
Reporter Thomas Handry, apparently giving up hopes of becoming a poet, has been reassigned to his newspaper’s Washington Bureau.
Dr. Sanford Ferguson was killed in an automobile accident early one morning when returning to his home from a visit to his mistress.
Deputy Mayor Alinski is still Deputy Mayor. Former Inspector Johnson and former Deputy Inspector Thorsen have both been promoted one rank.
Captain Edward X. Delaney was jumped to Inspector and made Chief of the Detective Division. About a month after the death of Daniel Blank, Barbara Delaney died from Proteus infection. After a year’s period of mourning, Inspector Delaney married the former Monica Gilbert, Mrs. Delaney is pregnant.
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