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THE GORDONS
Once
Damn
again
serious trouble
Cat Randall
is
in
—and he's involved
his
old nemesis, the FBI, as well as his
Unwittingly, D.C. draws his
family.
"people"
— the
Randalls
— into
frontation with an ingenious
a con-
and ruth-
less criminal.
her teen-age
Patti Randall,
and
Ingrid,
their
sister,
younger brother,
Mike, become the targets of mysterious threats from an extortionist with a bizarre
scheme for making the Randalls
accessories to a crime.
Old Mrs. MacDougall, the nosy next-door neighbor, engages in a classic
shoot-out with the criminal, Bogie,
who
thinks of himself as
Bogart. Greg, the
Humphrey
handsome young
at-
torney, finds himself forced to help
rescue
D.C, though he would
hang him from the nearest through
all
tree.
And,
wild escapade, D.C.
this
almost wrecks
like to
Patti's
FBI Agent Zeke
engagement
Kelso.
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CATNAPPED! The Further Adventures of Undercover Cat
by
The Gordons
Doubleday
& Company, Inc., Garden City, New York 1974
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All of the characters in this book are fictitious,
any resemblance to actual persons, is
and
living or dead,
purely coincidental— with the exception of D.C.
Excerpt from
Ann Landers column,
copyrighted by
Publishers-Hall Syndicate, which appeared in the
Los Angeles Herald-Examiner August reprinted
by permission.
7,
1972,
For Lisa Drew, with love and admiration
from
all
us cats.
CATNAPPED!
Patti Randall eased her
one hundred and
five
pounds
out from behind the wheel of her four-year-old compact car,
reached back in for a sack of groceries, then
bumped
the door
shut with her hip. She turned suddenly at the sound of angry shouting. For a second she stood in shock.
Greg Baiter, armed with a torch of some kind, was chasing Darn Cat Randall across the street. He was yelling, a car's brakes shrieked, and another's horn deafened her. As D.C. shot by, she stepped into Greg's path and barely escaped being knocked down. He was livid. "Greg Baiter!" she screamed. She was eyeball to eyeball with
He lived alone across the street, an attorney one year her He had threatened repeatedly to cut D.C.'s tail off inch by He was good-looking, an excellent conversationalist, fun to
him.
senior.
inch.
be around, with a white sports car that alone was worth setting a trap
for.
He had
But he was prone
when
it
came
to
D.C.
taken exception to the cat digging in his petunia bed,
stealing his fish catch
and teasing
onds,
to violence
if
He waved an
left it
his aging
once had dated him, she shouted. "I
he
dachshund, Blitzy. Although Patti
now detested the
acetylene torch.
was burning
thing. I tried pulling
it
exposed for more than two sec-
off
the
"It's
sight of him.
not what you think," he
Bermuda
up, and putting
grass. It's taking every-
weed
killer
on
but
it,
nothing worked and—" "I fire
saw you," she broke
in.
"You were trying
to set
him on
with that flame-thrower. In another second, you'd
you'd
." .
.
.
.
.
"No, no, you got
it all
when he—" "When he what?" "He was trespassing.
wrong.
It
was a
"So for that you set him on "No, no. You
where
see,
was burning the Bermuda
up— and
grass
clear case of trespassing."
fire?"
he was up in the tree looking
Blitzy sits— and using
getting Blitzy riled
I
all
I
in the
window
kinds of horrible obscenities and
guess you
know
Blitzy's got a
bad
heart and diabetes— and he could have died right then."
speak to D.C. about
"I'll
Mr. Baiter.
it,
I'll
tell
him how
an-
noyed you are when he looks in the window at your dog." "Now, look, Patti, don't fly off the handle. You're so sensitive about that
and
Mike
I
old,
want
moth-eaten
to
.
.
I
get along with
all
the neighbors
me— Inky
and
." .
.
"They're too young to
He
.
with you. All the kids love
know
better."
forced a smile and a normal voice.
He remembered
come over and
extinguish the torch. "I've been wanting to well, let
then to .
.
.
bygones be bygones, and go dancing or bowling."
"With a flame-thrower?" She scooped up D.C. and placed him on her shoulder, where he liked to ride, and stalked off. Greg shouted after her, "Immolation's too good for that cat!" What a temper that man had. How could he be a good at-
was true the kids liked him, includBut that was because he was always giving them something. He bought them off. Probably bought the juries, too. What a horrible man. D.C. agreed. He seldom talked but now he did. He had had a
torney, like everyone said? It
ing Ingrid and Mike, the
traitors.
harrowing experience and wanted her to know lapped up the sympathy. There was nothing after a
day
ing his
humans
As
If
10
love
him and
tell
about
He
it.
home
among the weirdos, and havhim what a great guy he was.
for that scoundrel across the street, wait until tomorrow.
.
.
.
she hadn't been so tired, she could have cried. She sat on
and chin, and talking she hadn't arrived home when she had
the floor If
in the concrete jungle,
all
like getting
by D.C. rubbing
his ears
.
.
.
to him.
Even
in the pitch dark, seventeen-year-old Ingrid
when people were
dall could tell
to conceal themselves. sister,
Patti,
about, no matter
how
She could hear them think, which her
seven years older, said was ridiculous, and her
brother, Mike, four years her junior, said proved she case. It
Ran-
they tried
was a
fact,
was a mental
though. Thinking could be heard, the kind
that stems from fear, not quiet, ordinary thinking. But when one was frightened, then that persons thinking gave off emanations which another could pick up. In slow stages, she aroused out of a sound sleep. Her mind, she discovered, was a computer gone berserk, ordering her one minute to wake up, then commanding her to sleep, nudging her sharply,
warning her something was amiss, then paralyzing her
with stupor.
She scooched herself up on the pillow, got into position on her
window with the drapes stirring The last thing she did nights was
elbows, and looked out the open in the chill
October breeze.
open the drapes. She enjoyed awakening
to a
sun-drenched room.
Full moonlight bathed the backyard, green with dichondra, still
arranged as their mother had planned
fore her death. other,
The
flower beds.
patio furniture
it
was on one
and on the
side,
The only change was Mike's worm bed
which he had "planted" when they had taken up the
Mike was
raising
and
a year or two be-
worms
to sell to fishermen.
He
iris
bulbs.
always had
something going.
Even barely awake she was conscious that D.C. was not asleep The cat must really be tying one on, she thought. He was an old maid, usually in by nine during the winter months. But in the summer he prowled until dawn, then curled up in the bathroom washbasin, which necessitated everyat the foot of her bed.
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one using the kitchen
sink,
which resulted
in toothpaste in the
salad and soap suds in the cereal.
She wondered
if
Patti
had checked
in.
This was the night of
the big office party, a bridal shower. In three weeks Patti would
He was the had always wanted. He rapped with her. And, more important, he listened to her. He'd sit down and they'd discuss life. "I should be terribly jealous," Patti had said. "I think marry FBI agent Zeke Kelso, and Ingrid was
ecstatic.
older brother she
the guy's in love with you."
That had
femme
set
her to thinking.
If
she had played the part of a
fatale instead of the little sister, she
might have won him.
Not that she would ever do that to Patti. Besides, she had to admit, regretfully, Zeke was too ancient for her. He was quite old, all of twenty-eight, at least. And besides, she never could compete with Patti, who was something gorgeous. There was no other way to describe her. She had a slender figure that was pronouncedly feminine in the right places, but not overly exactly right to be provocative but not brazen. She
and
so, just
had
poise,
and was kind and understanding. Ingrid could go to her with problems, and Patti always had time. Still, if Patti ditched Zeke for any reason, Ingrid might just pick him up on the rebound. It was a mischievous thought. She was about to slide down into the bed when she heard the thinking. It came over very clearly. Not the words but the faint rumble of the machinery. She admitted later she might have
too,
confused
it,
intelligence,
it
with heavy breathing.
She listened again, and there was no sound. She had imagined and she lectured herself. "You're seventeen," she said, "and
you know
there's
a child, she ers,
no Wolf
Man coming
would awaken
for you." Years ago,
in the night
when
and hide under the covwould feel
trying not to breathe, fearing any second she
furry hands on her
and long teeth sinking
She wished D.C. would come. usually
came
trance.
When
in that
When
in.
the
window was
way; when closed, he used
open, he
his private en-
he was half-grown, her father had cut a small
swinging door in the lower part of the service-porch door. At the 12
time, he did not
in mind.
have a twenty-five-pound cat
opening served as D.C/s calorie counter.
When
Now
the
he rattled the
door squeezing through, he was overweight, and they would cut
down on his handouts. Man, how she loved him.
If
anything had happened to him
She organized her body for sleep but her mind thoughts sial
flitted in
resisted.
.
.
Her
a jumble, eventually landing on the controver-
subject of pierced ears.
Her
father
had taken the joking ap-
proach which he used when he was adamant but didn't want to show. "Okay, Inky,"
want
to get
through
.
he
okay with
said, "it's
me— anytime
it
you
your nose pierced at the same time and wear a bone
it."
Tomorrow she would to-father letter.
write
He was on
him a
long, appealing, daughter-
an antelope-hunting
trip in
Wyoming,
He had been suffering recently from exhaustion and needed rest. He blamed it all on D.C. "That cat," he said. "I think I've got a hair ball. Other men get ulcers, I get a
near a town called Gillette.
hair ball."
At eight she had discovered that her father was most susceptible
when he was away from home, and seldom
He would be homesick
est wish.
cluding D.C, great father,
whom
for her, for all of them,
he pretended to loathe.
and she would
him
tell
She had already picked out her
first
that dangled a couple of inches.
refused her slight-
He was
even
in-
really a
so in her best purple prose.
Mexican
earrings,
They would add
silver
ones
at least a year
to her age.
Then, right in the midst of happily contemplating the ear-
was quite pronounced, and listening intently, she pegged the location. It was coming from just beyond the window. Her heart zoomed in its beat as she slipped out of bed. Moving rings, she
again heard the thinking.
noiselessly
It
toward the window, she remembered the board that
squeaked and by-passed
it.
She remembered,
kicked her shoes and skirted that hazard. heater clanked, and she froze.
It
too,
where she had
Then the hot-water
clanked another time, and once 13
more, and was
and she took a deep breath, as she had to get the old blood moving again. She stopped a foot or two from the window to reconnoiter, and was debating her next step when she saw the man. He stood motionless as a fence post, not more than four feet away. His form merged on one side into the dark shrubbery, and on the other, stood out in profile, back-lighted by a shaft of moonlight. She couldn't be certain, it was too dark, but something about his stance indicated his gaze was aimed in another direction. He was not tall, nor short, and she could not make out his features been taught
in
silent,
gym class,
or even his approximate age.
She wanted to scream. Everything inside her yelled at her to cry out for help but even
when her
imagination pictured him
with furry face and hands and long fangs, she
still
stood para-
lyzed.
Then a loud banging and crashing came
over, explosive
and
magnified a thousand times by the tension of the moment, and the whole house seemed to shake. Racing as
Mans
if
he
felt
the
Wolf
hot breath on him, D.C. hit his private entrance, and des-
perate to get his bulging sides through, threatened to tear the
door from
its
That did
hinges.
it.
She screamed.
bacon to a warm platter and began breaking the eggs into the sizzling skillet. She heard the old familiar hiss, the same as yesterday and all the days before. An egg slipped out of her hand and spattered on the freshly Patti
mopped
floor,
removed the
crisp
and she muttered
in vexation.
She was a well-
adjusted and co-ordinated person, and her erratic movements this
morning upset
her.
had come, two young officers. They had been courteous but cursory. They had played their flashlights under every bush, and gone through the shoddily built Shortly after three, the police
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garage that was packed high with valuables no one had looked at in ten years or ever would.
The
car sat nights in the driveway
collecting dust and, occasionally, fog.
On
leaving, they
They looked
hood, and that a cruise car would patrol the
The
inside
it,
too.
promised they would check out the neighbor-
older officer took Patti to one side.
street.
"Don t open
the door
tonight for anyone. Anyone, see? This guy could be someone you
know— even
a friend.
We've got
to figure he's either a burglar,
peeping Tom, or some kind of a psycho
a rapist, a
like a strangler.
We had a rape near here the other night." When
they were gone, Patti repeated the conversation to In-
and added,
grid,
"I wouldn't' ve told
you but we've both got to be
on guard." Ingrid would sleep with her until their father returned. After
some discussion, they decided against notifying him. He had not had a vacation in years. Through all of the coming and going and loud talk, Mike slept soundly. D.C. had joined him, and he, too, was fast asleep. A few minutes after the officers left, Mrs. Macdougall, the next door neighbor, hustled in. She had no figure, no beginning and no ending, but what she lacked in form she made up with a zeal for learning the neighborhood's
quarrels,
sins,
menus, diet cam-
romances, television preferences,
paigns, pregnancies, job firings
and
items that comprise the gamut of
moved day
or night that her quick,
mistakes,
transgressions,
hirings,
human little
and
the other
all
existence.
Nothing
bird eyes, aided at
times by powerful binoculars, did not follow. Only her husband,
He once told her she was a snoopy, meddling busybody who'd end up with a butt full of buck-
Wilbur, handicapped her. old,
shot.
He
garnished that verdict with a few choice blasphemies,
then proceeded to turn
off his
hearing aid.
"You poor, poor dears," she said when she heard what had "I had a cousin once— she was a second cousin come
happened.
to think of it—no, she
and the
was a
third because
Randolph was
boy—well, she was in bed and this man came window and strangled her. Left no marks at all. his
my
first
in through
Folks said
*5
likely
to
he was a piano player. Such strong
fingers.
You
got a
gun
defend yourselves?"
When
Patti shook her head, Mrs.
Macdougall pulled out a
she had been holding under her robe. "Always keep
Got another,
pillow.
"I don't
so
know," Patti
you take said.
it
under
.38
my
this/'
"We've never
"Don't matter whether you hit him.
fired a gun."
It'll
scare the living day-
Caught Wilbur coming in a back window one his key. Missed him by a good two feet. take him to the doc the next day—he couldn't quit shak-
lights outta him.
night.
Had
He'd clean forgot
to
ing."
Mike,
who had
cleaned windows for the Macdougalls,
ported the place was an arsenal.
Weapons were hidden
re-
every-
where, small hand arms in flower pots, a shotgun in an ancient
umbrella rack, and a .38 behind a rubber plant. Mrs. Macdougall
was not about
to
be taken without a gun
battle.
dropped two slices of bread into the toaster. She needed up her eyelids. Neither she nor Ingrid had slept. She must look a wreck. A cold shower, ice cubes on the eyelids followed by Murine, and a careful make-up job should do the trick. And maybe a brisk turn around the block before she reported for work at the Exclusive Shop in Beverly Hills where Patti
toothpicks to prop
she was a combination model and salesgirl.
From
the backyard
came the
filtered voices of
Mike, Ingrid,
and Zeke. She hadn't called Zeke until an hour ago since he needed his sleep. He had been working twelve and fourteen hours a day on an extortion case. He had come over at once and was running what he described as a crime-scene search. She hurried. She wanted nothing more than to be out there with him. Their moments together were so
The second she
brief.
started the can opener, a black streak penciled
ended at her feet, and rose in exclamation point. If that cat were in his grave, the sound of the can opener would resurrect him. There was no symphony quite as stirring. across the kitchen,
"No, 16
it's
not for you," she told him, pouring the orange
juice.
He
promptly hopped up on a
and from there propelled
stool
himself to the top of the refrigerator.
From
that vantage point
he could assure himself he was not missing out on any edible
Most human food was not fit for cat consumption, although at breakfast he would accept a bite or two of bacon, to be sociable. Nothing they ate, however, compared with a good, juicy food.
lizard's tail.
Mike stormed in, letting the back door slam. Between D.C. and that boy, Patti thought, they would soon need a carpenter. "That guy last night walked all over my worm garden."
Mike had been hurt
that they
had not awakened him. He
might have caught the intruder before the police arrived. proceeded
now
to
rough up D.C, who put
his ears
He
back and
clenched his boy's wrist between his teeth but didn't bear down.
Mike threw him back against the wall and D.C. almost slid off. for more but sheathed his claws as he grabbed
He came back an arm.
"Don't be so rough," Patti admonished.
'Who's rough? You old wildcat, you." D.C. liked it. Mike was the only one who would wrestle with him. Before his Uncle Willie died—Willie was a large orange-colored cat, and his idol, since Willie had protected him in his kitten days from all kinds of dangers out in the
bush country— the two had wrestled every Sometimes, though, Uncle Willie
morning, no holds barred.
would get mad and swat him one that would send him skidding across the kitchen. D.C. always recognized the swat as the final bell.
"Your old worms!" Ingrid said in disgust. She started setting the breakfast-nook table. "Who's going to
buy them?"
"They're big business in Canada," Mike said. "They've got in
vending machines and I'm going to
sell
the idea
down
them
here."
"Candy bars and worms. Yuck!" She turned to Patti. "I'm going math test. I just know I am. I'm so shook up. Zeke doesn't think it was a peeping Tom." "If any guy ever saw you nakedj' Mike said, "he'd drop dead.
to flunk that
I've seen a lot of horror films
but—" 17
"Mike Randall!"
Patti shouted.
He washed
"Okay, okay."
hands in the kitchen sink and
his
dried them on the dishtowel. "I was being objective. In business,
you got
up
to face
to the facts."
bowl
"That's enough, Mike. Sit down." She put a
kidney on the
from a can.
He
"Come
floor.
Do you want to
on,
come
chopped
of
on," she said to D.C. "It's
see the label?"
and one particular brand. Thank
liked only canned food
goodness, he thought, he wasn't like that garbage disposal three
down who wolfed
doors
Patti
emptied
was
said that
his
common
leftovers like a
water bowl and
He
ridiculous.
refilled
hadn't used
it
it.
dog. Ingrid, watching,
in months.
He
pre-
ferred to dip his tongue into flower bowls, detergent dishwater,
the
swimming pool two doors away where he had
neck a foot to lap
had been
to extend his
up, and the bathroom, just after someone
it
He would
in the tub.
rush in and wipe up the few re-
maining drops with the urgency of a
man dying
of thirst.
Or
rather, a cat. "I
hope daddy puts him
"Yeah,
maybe
"Well,
it
what
if
he'll
makes
in his will," Ingrid said.
leave
him your
share,"
Mike suggested.
sense. I got to thinking, that
something should happen to
all
man
Who'd
of us?
last night,
take care of
D.C?" "Yeah, the
Manson gang,
if
we
all
got
mowed down
or
knifed, blood all over everything."
him something than some of the relatives Uncle George. That old grump. You should leave what
"I'd rather leave
we've
got.
you've got to people
who
love you. Not because they're rela-
tives."
Patti said, "See
if
Zeke wants to come
in."
Mike yelled out the
door and reported back that Zeke had had breakfast. at least
have come
course. Zeke
was
He
in for coffee, Patti thought. It was
allergic to cats. It
could
D.C,
was mutual. D.C. was
of
allergic
to him.
Ingrid asked the blessing. She was tempted to ask give
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Mike and
his sins.
She had once, and
all hell
God
to for-
had broken
morning she simply did not have the stamina
loose. This
for a
scene.
"You're sure
it
wasn't Greg?" Patti asked her unexpectedly.
"How
Ingrid looked at her in shock.
could you, Patti?
How
could you?"
Mike got up
to go.
He
who had paw on
could eat faster than D.C,
taken over their fathers chair and, braced by a tentative
was straining his neck Mike announced.
the table, to rain,"
"Get your elbows ter
to
check out the food.
off the table," Patti told
"It's
going
D.C. "You know bet-
than that. Not while we're in the room. Don't you remember?
You wait till we get out." D.C. removed his paw. He recognized the tone. "You know if Mrs. Macdougall had lived in Pilgrim times," Mike continued unnoticed, "they'd of burned her at the stake. Sizzz! She's weird— knows all, sees all." "Patti!" Ingrid shouted.
"What makes you "Sis!" Ingrid
think
it's
going to rain, Mike?" Patti asked.
screamed. "You say something terrible— and then
you—"
"Now
don't get into a tizzy."
That had been
their mother's
mean Greg was spying on you. But know how that woman gets any sleep-
favorite expression. "I didn't
Mrs. Macdougall— I don't said
when
she got
up
a couple of nights ago, she
ing a cat— she was sure
it
was
D.C— across
saw a man chas-
her front yard. So
thought that maybe Greg'd chased him over here, like
I
when he
him on fire, and then he'd gotten trapped. Greg, I mean. Discovered someone was watching him and he hid in the
tried to set
bushes."
"Oh, client
sis."
Ingrid was constantly defending Greg.
for her. Also, the very first
had "I
He had
a
with a movie theater and Greg frequently finagled passes
let
day she had her
he
driver's license,
her drive his sports car.
know
it's
going to rain," Mike said. "Mrs. Macdougall
putting her cans out."
Each
fall,
to save
on the water
bill,
is
she
spotted large cans around the yard to catch the winter rain.
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"Somebody's got a barking sounded as "It's
new
if it
dog," Patti said, clearing the table.
were
in the next
The
room.
in the garage," Ingrid said with a touch of malice.
"The garage?" "You know old Mrs. Beall on the corner?" Mike French poodle. Well, twelve dollars and
she's
fifty
said. "It's
her
on Social Security, and they get
cents at the vet's to clip a poodle. Best
you can do. And I told her I'd do it for three-fifty. dog up this morning. I'm going into the business."
I
picked the
"You've got to have a city permit," Ingrid told him. "You're
going to get arrested." "I
hope
so. I
need the advertising. Think of
all
the business I'd
get!"
After the coolness and
blinded
Patti.
lanky frame.
shadow
Then she spotted
He was on
his
the
of the kitchen, the sun
rump end
of Zeke's
tall,
knees pulling shrubbery aside. "Hi,"
she said softly.
His long neck contracted as he extracted his head. gentle blue eyes,
He had
and a deeply tanned face weathered by the the Nevada wastelands where he had grown
wind and sand of up. "Everybody gone?" She nodded and squatted down by him, and their bodies touched, and a surge of longing swept her. She held the kiss until her legs began to waver. "What're you looking for?" she asked. He rose on muscles hardened by countless miles of hard riding over burning nothingness, and walked to a sagging wooden gate. "Did the police see that?" The hasp and padlock were gone. "The guy didn't have any problem with it. The wood's rotten. I thought he might have tossed it somewhere around here and
we might
get fingerprints."
Her gaze 20
drifted about the yard, to the old familiar scenes.
Years ago they had played croquet here,
when croquet was
popular, and she could hear her mother laughing as she drove
the ball through the wickets. At the far end, gradually falling apart,
mean
was the Ping-Pong table where her mother had wielded a racquet.
was a scene that frightened her. A man shrubbery and flowers only a few hours ago, a man who intended them harm. "I'm scared," she said. He took her hand and held it softly in his rough one. He laughed quietly. "Have no fear. The great FBI is here." He led her into the yard. "How was the shower?" he asked. But now
all
of this
had crept about
in the
"Fun."
Or
"Didja get any good loot? "Well, five.
we
aren't going to
And a champagne
a lot of white elephants?"
need any
ice buckets for a while.
Got
cooler big as an umbrella stand."
At that moment, the back door shook and D.C. squeezed through his trap door.
ceeded with goal
in
He
mind
glanced neither right nor to the rose
left
but pro-
garden where he started
digging with considerable energy. Yelling,
Zeke descended upon him but D.C. stood
his ground,
He had had
a savage gleam in his squinty, calculating eyes.
encounters with this monster, and never yielded. Not of his kids
other
when any
were around.
"He's destroying the evidence," Zeke said, grinding to a halt.
He remembered
in time that
this little barbarian,
and
if
he was marrying
Patti,
he dared put a foot
who
loved
to him, there
might be serious repercussions. "There's a footprint there," he
added weakly. D.C. advanced a step and delivered a primeval
spit
with
all
the fury he could muster.
"Same
to you, old
"What'd you say?"
man," Zeke muttered. Patti asked in quick suspicion.
"Nothing, nothing. Just asked
him
to kindly
remove
his carcass
from the evidence." "I
wish you two'd get along/' 21
"Some men have mothers-in-law.
I've got a cat."
"Zeke Kelso!"
He
took her in his arms, knowing
full
well that Mrs.
dougall was watching from a second-story
manned with the dedication of an do like him. You know I do." She looked up. "You're a
liar
she
old Indian scout. "Honestly, I
and a hypocrite, Mr. Kelso."
"That's only hearsay. Won't hold
He had
Mac-
window which
up
in court."
tried to put aside his prejudices.
He
honestly had. It
wasn't only the fact that he was allergic to D.C., and sneezed
when he was around him, but somewhere
in his childhood
incurred an intense dislike of the entire feline tribe.
dog man, and always had been back in his boyhood, but his
pals
He
could not explain
been beholden
would have met
Patti,
As
it.
D.C.
to
If it
for a handout.
He had
a
and a collie had been went deeper than that.
since he bias
Patti pointed out,
he should have
hadn't been for the cat, he never
and there would be no wedding.
when D.C. wandered
started
he had
He was
It
had
all
into a strange apartment looking
returned
home
that night with a wrist-
by a woman bank teller held hostage by two criminals. Zeke had been assigned the case —to run surveillance on D.C. in the hope D.C. would lead the FBI to the apartment.
watch around
his
neck, put there
Eventually D.C. did— and ended up getting the credit and the
The media built him into something Walt Disney even made a film about him.
publicity.
hero.
Up
like a national
there in her eyrie, Mrs. Macdougall pulled the glass cur-
view of young love that had no shame, no shame whatsoever. "Disgusting!" she said, giv-
tains aside a covert inch to get a better
ing the
word a coughing
her navel. "In ".
.
.
my
day
we sneaked
inflection
.
off into the dark," finished
passing by, coffee in hand.
"Wilbur!"
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produced by an upheaval of
." .
Wilbur,
"Do you remember—"
who was
They stood
arm about her. "There're four good bed outside In grid's room— and over
in the yard, his
footprints in the flower
there"— he indicated a hibiscus twenty feet struggle took place.
may
Some branches
away—"it
looks like a
He
broken, leaves scattered.
And there're a couple footprints don't know why he moved around
have slipped and fallen.
worm
Mike's
garden. I
in
so
much." "Let's
doubt
it.
be honest, Zeke.
And he
He
could have been a burglar but
wasn't a peeping
Tom
because we'd
all
been
I
in
bed a couple of hours. So what does that leave?"
He
held her tighter.
She continued, "I'm scared for Ingrid. She doesn't take seriously because she doesn't
know
fear.
this
At her age everything's
an adventure." "I'm coming over to stay tonight."
"Mrs. Macdougall
.
."
.
she began.
"So what?"
She laughed. "So what/'
Somehow
or other she found herself in the bushes that filled a
corner where two flanking walls met, and
somehow
or other in
the half dark, half light and fresh smell of greenery their bodies
melded. She
felt
the throbbing of his heart and heard the wild
beat of her own, and
somehow
or other
it
seemed
as
if
there
had
been no lurking man, no nightmarish night, and never would be.
That night Zeke
slept at the Randall
home on
a back-
yard chaise that he placed alongside the garage. Several times
he awoke with a
stiff
neck and paralyzed
legs,
and looked out
over a scene bathed in moonlight. Nothing stirred, not even the
wind.
D.C. chose to curl up between Patti and Ingrid. Usually he slept at the foot of the
bed but now he sensed that something ^3
was
amiss.
Any
little
changes in routine would tip him
off,
or
voices off their normal level, or an increase in tensions.
Shortly after breakfast, Zeke
"Don't
car.
let
down your
nothing happened
out.
Patti
walked with him
to his
guard," he said quietly, "just because
last night."
Mike rode by on he called
left.
his cycle. "Don't let
any goblins get you,"
Tonight was Hallowe'en. Zeke shouted back, "Same
to you."
D.C. jumped up on the hood and walked about with a proprietary
air.
acts excited
He
took a couple of turns across the windshield.
humans more than a
he looked up in
all
cat on a car. Patti shouted
Few and
innocence. There was one cardinal rule he
had learned in kittenhood. Never look guilty. She clapped her hands, which was a rather silly act in itself, and he slowly walked across the hood to the other side, looked down, and taking his time— to indicate he had intended all along to do just this— jumped down. Passing Zeke, he spat, and, very satisfied with himself, walked on. "D.C!" Patti reprimanded. He pretended he had not heard. Zeke had discovered long ago that all cats suffered from a peculiar medical phenomenon: periodic lapses of hearing. The degree varied from slight deafness, indicated by a flick of an ear or twitch of a tail, to total deafness in which there was no response.
Mrs. Macdougall materialized. Despite her
size,
that
woman
could pop up without warning. "Didn't sleep a wink. Not a wink.
Up
all
night watching."
Watching Zeke and me,
was good eyes darted from
Patti thought. "That
Patti told her. Mrs. Macdougall's little
of you," Patti to
Zeke and back again. They said clearly that she could put two
and two together and the answer was a ning with a big red
A off.
word begin-
horn honked nearby and she was a dirigible ready to take
"My
goodness," she said and hurried away.
Smiling broadly, Alan Webster,
"Web" 24
three-letter
S. Sin!
or "the
Web," stepped out
known among of an ancient
his peers
as
Volkswagen
waxed and groomed like an 1890 mustache. The windshield was spotless and not a speck of dust marred the replaced chrome. "Hi, Miss Randall, Mr. Kelso." He was about Ingrid's age, and hungry-looking and tall in his black boots. Unlike his car, everything about him was in studied disarray, the jeans, the flowered shirt that a hummingbird would love, and the massive belt with the massive western buckle.
Web
down
the street with his widowed up at 2:30 a.m. to deliver the Los Angeles Times, and Saturdays worked as a box boy at the Westward Ho supermarket. He was inordinately proud of the fact that he supported himself and helped his mother. His two most valued possessions were his old car, named Zacharia, after no one in lived three doors
mother who was
particular,
He
ill.
got
and a battered trumpet that he played
school band.
He
loved the old horn; he took
it
in the high
everywhere, and
when waiting
for Ingrid, would practice. "The only thing worse you could' ve taken up with would have been a drummer," Patti told her.
He and
Ingrid were constantly together, at one or the other's
homes, a fact that concerned George Randall, usually a gentle, tolerant father. "It's
that all the time."
no good," he told
Patti,
And when Web gave
"being together like
Ingrid a promise ring,
had to restrain him. She more than going steady but not as much as being engaged. She's not going to run off and marry him, if that's what you're thinking." Her father was not so sure. "How do you know?" he asked, and Patti said flatly, "I know. I was her age once myself, remember?" Ingrid came running from the house, and Web hurried around to open the door, which balked. Mike, riding away, shouted back, "Get a Can opener." Web yanked some more and, with much screeching, the door yielded. Then he couldn't get it shut, and Ingrid had to hold it closed. "Happens every time," she said, George Randall blew
his stack,
and
explained, "The ring
means a
little
Patti
laughing.
After considerable use of the starter, the innards groaned and
shuddered, and the car took
off in
slow motion. Patti turned to
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make
Zeke. "They're not going to last half
Seldom
it.
do. They'll
walk the
mile to school."
his car's motor, and she leaned in the window to him good-bye. This was the way, she thought, it would soon be every morning. She would walk to the car with him and they would kiss good-bye. What a glorious way to begin a day.
Zeke started
kiss
En
route
home
that evening, she planned the night.
taking Ingrid to a enterprise.
The
frighten them.
Haunted House
When
she was
little,
days to
these
Patti recalled, she got her
down
Hallowe'en kicks from shuddering and shivering street
was
Culver City, a commercial
in
paid professionals
teen-agers
Web
a dark
with amateur ghouls and ghosts ready to pounce. In the
era before that,
it
was daring each other
walk through a ceme-
to
tery.
She would get
Web
to stay close to Ingrid.
and was going
aside, explain the situation,
Mike would be bound
as a pirate, taking
and ask him
for a private party,
an old Samurai sword their
had brought back from Japan after World War II. She dreaded to think what could happen if Mike were set upon.
father
Since Zeke doubted
be
if
he would arrive before
ten, she
would
alone to answer the door for the trick-and-treaters. Zeke
left
had admonished her not
answer but she could not disappoint
to
would ask Mrs. Macdougall over, them. Mrs. Macdougall was certain to
the neighborhood kids. She
and heaven help both of bring a shotgun.
He was whom he
D.C. raced to meet her at the door.
When
a door opened, he didn't care
getting through. She
zipping
it
went
to
to Ingrid.
change into a housecoat. She was
up when she heard
mirror at her hair, flounced
When
there
no gentleman. knocked down
it,
Ingrid's voice.
and, going
She glanced in the
down
the hall, called
was no answer, she raised her
voice, then
hearing a commotion close-by in the backyard, stopped and tensed.
Dogs somewhere— in the garage, she thought—yelped
wildly. Hurrying, she called again to Ingrid.
In the dining room, she stood at the picture
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window
overlook-
ing the yard. Nothing stirred in the darkness and the strange noise that she could not
peg was no more. She glanced through
the other rooms, and lingered a
moment
crimson graphic on one wall of a
under
"Let
it:
me
in Ingrid's.
girl riding into
A
today do something that will take a
ness from this world."
A
brilliant
the sunset, and little
sad-
photograph of a rock singer over the
and a Ringling Brothers circus poster. A bulletin board with school mementos, theater and concert tickets, and a slogan: "Love your enemies. It drives them nuts." And beyond the locked window, the hibiscus where the prowler had hidden. She definitely had heard Ingrid. She could not be mistaken and she was not losing her mind. Once again she was cold with the fear of two nights before. She thought of calling Zeke or the police, but what would she tell them? Only that she had heard a voice? That sounded ridiculous. But many sane people did hear voices. Ghost voices. They came out of nowhere and never could be explained. By now the dogs had quieted and she rationalized that Ingrid had probably dashed into the house for some reason, dresser
then gone
off
with Web.
In the kitchen she expected to find D.C. waiting for his tuna sit up on his haunches. He was a very He prayed twice a day in front of the refrigerator.
dinner, ready to cat.
religious
But there was no D.C. waiting. At the back door, she whistled and called his name. Always on Halloween, they shut him in a bedroom. Too many tricksters picked up black cats. She got the silent whistle that hung alongside the car keys on a kitchen wall. She
felt silly
blowing that whistle, which a human
could not hear. Tonight, though,
She blew and blew, and
it
called,
was her lifeline
to D.C.
but he did not come.
6 Mrs. Macdougall did
come over and did bring
a shot-
gun, an old automatic that was a collectors item. She sat on the sofa facing the outside door, the
gun
across her lap, her lips set
determinedly.
27
A ties.
Mike and Ingrid had left for their parhad not been home earlier. Patti was posi-
half hour before,
Ingrid swore she
tive. "I
heard your voice.
"When you
get older
I couldn't've .
.
."
imagined
it."
Ingrid said blithely, and Patti took
a swat at her.
The
came and went in droves. They were of all ages, from toddlers brought by their parents to high school students who by now should have quit the racket. The arrival of every contingent was announced by the yelp-yelp of the dogs. As Patti nervously handed out candy bars, she was more fearful of trick-and-treaters
being shot in the back than of the few adults
who
the background watching their offspring. D.C.
still
lingered in
had not
re-
turned but that could be explained by the excitement of Hal-
He was
lowe'en.
a law-and-order
doctrine of a stable society.
Still,
man who
believed in Plato's
small fears scampered mice-like
over her.
At
ten, after
Mrs. Macdougall had left—when
it
was apparent
would be no more customers—the FBI switchboard operwould be unable to keep his appointment with Miss Randall. He was "involved." That meant the extortion case had broken. Mike burst in then. He had his Samurai sword unsheathed and came lunging for her. She dodged, and shouted, "Quit that, there
ator called. Mr. Kelso, she said cryptically,
Mike! You almost knocked over mother s flower vase. ther gets
He those
home
When
fa-
." .
.
gave her the kid-brother grin that infuriated her. "And
dogs—how many have you got out there
"Only
in the garage?"
three."
"Get rid of them tomorrow. We're not running a kennel."
She collapsed into a
chair.
She was emotionally spent. Mrs.
Macdougall with her shotgun, the ghouls and monsters coming
and going, the dogs barking, the ing, the
night,
call
possibility of the
prowler return-
mforming her Zeke would not be coming
and D.C. gone— all had taken a
When 28
phone
to-
toll.
she told Mike that D.C. was missing, he asked for the
He would
flashlight.
go under the house. D.C. might be sick or
hurt.
Suddenly the front door burst open, and Ingrid stood there, mouth, her head a bloody mess, and her clown
foaming
at the
suit torn
and
Web was
immediately behind her.
dirty.
and rushed
Parti screamed,
and
Web
joined
She staggered in and leaned against a wall. to her. Ingrid burst out laughing,
in.
Patti stared in shock
"Get out of here.
and
disbelief
ever want to
I don't
and then shrieked at her. see you again. Never. You
hear? Don't ever, ever come back." Ingrid controlled her laughter.
been threatening fore she
me
"Remember
with some kind of
had been elected
I told
initiation."
you they'd
The week
be-
senior class president.
Web nodded gleefully.
"They shot shaving cream over her face, then poured ketchup on her hair and sprinkled corn flakes over her. Looks like her brains were spilling out, doesn't it? I risked
my life trying to protect
"You did
her."
not!"
"Well, I wasn't going to die for you. I'm too young."
"Very juvenile," Mike said in disgust. "D.C.'s missing. I'm going
under the house."
They waited while he squirmed under.
Patti,
who was seldom
angry, gave Ingrid the silent treatment, and Ingrid
the quick. Patti
was more than a
sister;
was cut
to
she was her best friend in
whom she could confide her most sacred thoughts. "He's not here," flashlight in hand,
Mike
called back.
With Mike leading the way,
they checked other favorite spots—under an
where it was cool on a hot day, a depression under a hedge that was his lookout for dogs and other savage beasts roaming the street, and a tree crotch where he could look out arborvitae
over his domain. After Ingrid rubbed off the ketchup with an old towel, they
roamed up and down the street, Ingrid calling, Patti blowing the silent whistle, Mike playing the flashlight under bushes, and Web getting in the way. Ingrid
and Mike even invaded Greg
Baiter's
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Once before, when D.C. failed to check in, it developed Greg had caught him pillaging the garage, and locked him "to teach him a lesson."
yard. that in,
About midnight they gave up the
search.
Web
then, failing to get his car started, decided he
push
it.
late ice
He
good
said
night,
was too weak
to
hadn't had his after-dinner snack of a quart of choco-
cream and
pizza.
So he walked the hundred yards to
his
home. In the house, Mike, armed with his sword, looked in closets and under beds. Patti, her spirits dragging, locked the doors and windows. They assured each other a youngster had shut
D.C. up, and he would be back as soon as he was freed the next day. But their protestations were without the backing of any true
coin of belief.
Ingrid
When
washed her
hair,
and the bowl ran red with ketchup.
she joined Patti, she was near tears. "I'm sorry,
sis.
I
shouldn't have done that to you."
The iceberg between them melted. It took only a few words. "I did the same at seventeen," Patti confessed. "With ketchup?" "Kids have been doing
it
ever since ketchup was invented."
She smiled, remembering. "We'd turn out the
lights
and run the
poor character through the whole bloody murder routine—peeled grapes for the corpse's eyes, a mess of spaghetti for his brains, a
hunk
of cow's liver—it
rubber glove
filled
was cheap once, honestly— for
with ice water for a hand
Exhausted, Ingrid
fell
his liver, a
." .
.
asleep but Patti listened to the night
sounds, the creaking of arthritic joints in the old house, the
rumble of
tires,
the whackety-whack of a police helicopter flying
low, the plaintive hoot of the sad owl high in the evergreen tree,
the sough of leaves as a light breeze puffed in through a mountain pass from the ocean, and once a man's trudging footsteps on the
sidewalk that stirred a primitive fear until they faded.
She was dozing when the dogs barked. Their high-pitched, frantic yelps shattered the stillness. It was a sound from out of 30
the books of her childhood— and
still
terrifying— of the hounds of
the Baskervilles loose on the moors of old England.
Someone had to be stirring. Slowly she rose, careful not to awaken Ingrid. At the window, she pulled the curtains ever so slowly apart, and smiled. A tawny, yellow cat was crossing the yard. This was a cat D.C. never bothered. He came and went as he pleased. Their father had said he must have a permanent easement over the property.
Her gaze switched quickly arated their lot
hedge that sepfrom the Macdougalls. Something crouching was to a five-foot-tall
Through small gaps in the hedge she could discern a figure but not clearly enough to determine the sex. The object was headed toward the street. It paused, and this time seemed to peer through the hedge toward Patti, who instinctively backed away. The figure pulled the hedge apart and stepped through, and Patti, heart beating hard, was about to reach for the nightstand phone when she recognized one of those little identifying movements peculiar to every individual. The object was Mrs. Macdougall. She was in that old beaten robe that dated to World War II, and no doubt had a gun secreted inside its fold. She was out scouting for the prowler. Patti wanted to laugh, wanted to cry, wanted to shout at her to go home and stop scaring people. Instead, she slipped back under the covers, and shortly afterward the dogs quit giving the old medieval castle alarm, and she tried to sleep. She desperately needed it. The next day she would be modeling clothes at a women's luncheon, and who wanted a haggard, bloodshot-eyed model dragging around? Her thoughts kept going to D.C, little scenes that the memory moving along
there.
encased through a fogged the
SPCA
for
two
dollars,
lens.
The time they
first
got
him from
and how he hid in a closet for three and terrified of this new world. The
days, grieving for his mother
time he discovered the backyard, and a plane flew low, and he stood his ground and spat at
it.
Later, he
ing forth cautiously into shrubs and trails.
He
was the explorer ventur-
down
swatted at flying insects, tracked
well-worn, old, cat
down
bugs, played
31
with lizards and chased grasshoppers, but when he found a Jerusalem beetle in
what
to
make
of
then pulling
it
he
its
let it
not
go
made
all
He
it.
ghastly nakedness, he didn't
its
circled
it,
know
tentatively reaching out a
paw,
back quickly, advancing and retreating. Eventually way. Some moving things, he had learned, were
Once he had discovered the outdoors, Patti him in. He never failed to answer her whistle, but he would sometimes come close and
for play.
found
it difficult
call or
the silent
to get
mew softly, a child asking if he could stay out a little longer. At
she
last
fell into
how much
idea
later
the deep sleep of exhaustion. She had no it
was when the phone
rang. It sounded
almost in her ear since her head rested high on a pillow crushed against the nightstand. Instantly she
had programed her
for such
was awake,
as
her mind
if
an eventuality. Scrambling for the
it and a glass of water to the floor. She was on the carpet at once, fumbling for the receiver. I should turn on a light, she thought. Stupid, turn on a light! But she continued frantically moving her hands until she located the phone.
phone, she knocked both
"Hello," she said, breathless.
"What took you never heard
it
so long?" It
was a man s rough
voice.
She had
before.
She reacted as she did with peremptory people. Her back and tone stiffened. "Who's this?"
"None
of your
damned
business but I got something to
tell
you— about your cat— and you'd better get it the first time because I'm not going to repeat it. You got that, kid?" Her voice shot up. "You got our cat?" "I got him— and I'm holding him for ransom. Three hundred thousand dollars in twenties and fifties. You got that? In twenties and
fifties.
he's
dead
your
I'm going to strangle him, squeeze his if
sister. I
I
don't get it— and then I'm
got this
strangle someone,
damn
coming
thing building
some gorgeous broad
little
up
like you.
neck
for
until
you and
in me. I got to
But
if I
get the
up tell and night tomorrow you but I'll call you back, kid. I'll call you where to bring the money. You get it tomorrow— and if you three hundred thou I won't hurt you or the cat. I'm hanging
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run to the police or the FBI your sisters dead.
And
not quick
dead, you're dead, your
cat's
like. I
get
my
kicks out of seeing
people die slow. You know, gasping for breath, eyes popping, turning purple.
I'll
you watch your be a preview, so you know how
get you or your sister and let
cat squirm around
and
you're going to get
it.
die.
Okay,
It'll
that's all."
The connection broke with a finality that rocked her. "Sis, sis, what is it? Who was that?" Ingrid switched on the light. The man had talked so loudly she had heard a good part of the conversation.
She couldn't get her
Patti sat stunned, deafened, sweating.
body
in motion, couldn't pick
returned gether.
it
to the nightstand.
Who's going
to kill us?
up the phone. Ingrid did and
"Come
on,
pull yourself to-
What'd he say?"
Slowly Patti rose, took a deep gulp of he's
sis,
"He's got D.C. and
air.
holding him for ransom. Three hundred thousand dollars.
Didja ever hear anything so wild? Where's he think we're going to get the
money? He talked
like
a psycho. He's go* to be a
psycho" She remembered then. "He's going to get
kill
D.C.
if
he doesn't
it."
Ingrid began crying. "He's dead, Patti
dropped
isn't
to the bed, put the
started dialing. "No, hon, he's all right.
Suddenly she hung up. "He
may be
he?
I
know he's
dead."
phone alongside Hell be
her,
and
all right."
outside listening.
He may
have the phone bugged."
Bogie emerged from the lighted telephone booth outside the closed supermarket six blocks from the Randall home, took a
He felt good. He had really put the whammy on that broad. He could still hear the gasp when he told her he had the cat. Pump enough fear into them and they'd deep breath, and grinned.
do anything, Auntie had told him repeatedly, and she was
right.
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Dead
right.
windpipe a
You worked on them little
squeezing the old
slowly,
tighter each time. It
was a marvelous kind
of
strangulation of the mind.
Swiftly he cased the deserted parking
ghostly in the night
lot,
shadows, and the quiet street where his car was parked. 1968 dark blue Chevrolet. Must be a million of them road.
He wished he owned
a
little
still
a
on the
red Datsun sport job, but job.
Fade
Dead
right.
imagine collecting a $300,000 ransom in a red sport into the background, Auntie said,
He had
and she was
right.
Look anonymous, act stupid, drive old cars. One thing she had told him when he was a kid, it's what youve got upstairs, boy, that counts. And he had plenty upstairs. He was always one jump ahead of everybody, including Auntie, who was no slouch, except her gears did not mesh as fast as they once had. He took his time lighting a cigarette and noted he needed a manicure.
He
enjoyed
little
luxuries like that. Tonight
contemporary expensive-bum
a
patched
jeans.
He
look,
exhaled and stretched.
a
he sported
patched jacket and
He
stretched often.
He
stood only five feet six in his elevator shoes.
He
pulled the car out slow and easy from the curb. His
name
was Bogart but he wanted his friends to call him Bogie. When Auntie had picked him up off the streets when he was ten, he told her he had no other name, just Bogie. But later he had had to add a first name— Harry. It was the nearest he dared come to Humphrey. He had seen every Humphrey Bogart movie, and some many times. He patterned his talk and actions after the actor. He never told Auntie about this, and since she had never seen a Bogart film, she had no way of knowing what he was doing.
The
last picture
silent version,
and she
she had seen was King of Kings, the
still
talked about
person, although she seldom said,
went
it.
to church.
She was a religious She wanted
to,
she
but attendance invariably brought on a migraine head-
ache.
He had talent.
treated
34
never loved her, although he admired her for her
But now, to
him
as she
tell
the truth, she got on his nerves. She
had when he was twelve.
It
was "boy"
this
and "boy"
that.
But he needed
her.
He had
to
she would never squeal. She wouldn't dare. her to put her
away
until the
have someone and
He had enough on
Second Coming.
Slowly he cruised by the Randall home. Not a light burned
and no one
stirred. Strange.
There should have been something
They had probably phoned the older sister's FBI boy friend, and he would be showing up. Bogie had hoped one of them, thinking the phone was tapped—everyone thought his phone was tapped these days— might leave the house. Someone still might come out. If it were the younger sister well, he might have a little fun with her. He had threatened the older one but he really went for the teen-agers. doing, a
.
.
little
excitement.
.
Parking a half block away, he wriggled
down
in the front seat
knew he come straight home after you make the call, you hear me, boy? You wait to get a girl until we get our money. You promise, boy?" She had rattled on but he only half heard. He was shuffling cards at the time. His ambition was to become the best card so far that he could barely see over the door. If Auntie
was taking
this chance,
she would be furious. "You
cheat in the world.
The kid
had spotted him that other night. He hadn't He had never been so frightened not even the time a cop jumped him after a bank
sister
even known she was awake. in his heist.
life,
He
still
heard the scream in
his sleep.
One
say for himself, he had the reflexes of a frog.
thing he could
He had
split
the
scene in seconds. That's what came from training every day, jogging three miles at sunup.
Keep the
arteries clear, the
blood
pumping.
When
had the idea of kidnapping a cat, it never occurred to him what a job it would be. He thought he could go out any night and pick up the animal. But the scoundrel was wary of strangers. He had more twists and turns than a rabbit. For four nights straight, he had waited in dark corners and under bushes for him to show up. He had offered him fresh liver, halibut, and filet mignon. He had wheedled and called him "putty tat" and sworn at him. He had chased him and he
first
35
cornered him, and once got hold of the
tail,
most serious mistake he had ever made in
which was the
his life.
uppers and lowers had snapped shut on his
The
cat's
leg in a death
left
was no doubt he would limp the rest of his days. The second night he realized he had to give the matter some concentrated thought. In the end, he captured him electroniclench. There
cally.
One
night he recorded Ingrid
when
she called the cat.
So the next night he had crawled around in the bushes to the cat door with his tape recorder, Ingrid's voice, the cat his knees
around the
and turned
it
on.
On
hearing
emerged. Bogie got a hammerlock on him, cat's
He
mouth.
thought the chloroform
would never take effect. If he had had his way, he would have clubbed him unconscious, but Auntie feared he might kill the beast. And that would not have been a bad idea. Why, he asked, couldn't he strangle the little monster? They could collect the ransom as easily without him as with him. For what seemed an eternity, he had managed to hold onto a twisting, thrusting, rampaging twenty-odd pounds of fury. He didn't know how all of that hurricane power could be packed in one mere cat, albeit a big one. If scientists could fathom that,
they could solve the energy
crisis.
Eventually the chloro-
form took effect, and he dropped his catch headfirst into a suitcase. At that point he discovered his right arm was running with
When
he wrapped it in an old jacket. He couldn't have bloodstains on the upholstery. After spraying it with an antiseptic, Auntie had blood. It
was a mass
of torn flesh.
he got
to the car,
bandaged it. It still pained terribly, and the urge to strangle the animal was overwhelming. The vision of delivering one very dead cat to the Randalls when they brought the ransom gave him a needed lift. For a half hour he watched the house. He had hoped the boy friend would come. Then he could phone the next night and accuse them of having reported the matter to the FBI.
He
could
them the exact time the FBI agent had entered the house, and give the man's name, Zeke Kelso. His knowledge would
tell
36
He had done
panic them.
his
thing Auntie had taught him.
He
liked the idea of the
Do
homework
well.
That was one
your homework, boy.
FBI knowing about the snatch beFBI could do crime to grab a cat. Even the local
cause there wasn't anything in God's world the
about
it.
It
was no federal
cops would put
it
down merely
as petty theft.
Doc, the old lawyer he had met in a bar one night, said that
he— Bogie—could
kill
caught him, about
the cat
all
struction of property.
petty murder
Now
if
he wanted
to,
and
if
the cops
he could be charged with would be de-
Doc had
laughed. "Guess you'd call
it
."
girls, and then hang him. But this deal was foolproof. Collect a ransom on a cat whose people loved him as a human. Let the Randall girls know, of course, he would come for them if they tried any tricks. The cat was a substitute for them. Doc had used a big legal word, a surrogate. He guessed the idea had come to him when he read about that guy kidnapping a Rembrandt painting and holding it for ransom. There even had been a go-between, and the art museum had paid off big. And that other jerk who had kidnapped a cello. A cello, mind you. He had chosen this particular cat because of all the newspaper stories about him "working" for the FBI, stories that told about the Randall family and how they adored him. For weeks he had cased the Randall home, and satisfied himself that the two girls and boy were mad over the cat. He figured, though, that the father might give him trouble. He might balk at the ransom deal. And then Randall senior had taken off on a vacation. Even Auntie, who seldom gave him his just dues, admitted it was a brilliant plan. She had said exactly that. "Brilliant, boy." Petty murder. He liked the sound of that. if
he had kidnapped one of the Randall
got caught, they might
37
8
No one left the Randall home that night and no phone was placed. Patti was adamant. The risk was too great. They would wait until morning when Zeke would drop by for breakcall
fast.
"But Zeke could be doing something," Ingrid
might catch them right away
if
insisted.
"He
we got to him."
"Someone might catch us, too," Patti countered. "I want to call Zeke and the police as much as you do, hon, but he may be out there, he may be out there waiting for us— for Zeke." She reasoned that time was not a factor. The kidnapper would make no move to harm D.C.— assuming he was still alive—until he had given them further instructions. She decided, too, against awakening Mike. He might be uncontrollable. He would want to arm himself with his Samurai sword and take off. She and Ingrid talked softly in the dark. No one in his right mind would ask a ransom of $300,000. Neither their father nor they could borrow a fraction of that. They were certain the man Ingrid had seen outside her window and the caller were the same.
He had been
"He means
it
Ingrid said. "You could
"He's faking
"You don't
stalking D.C.
about
it,"
killing us if tell
the
way he
don't get the money,"
said
it."
Patti answered, "to scare us."
really, honestly, cross
Patti hesitated. "Let's see if
They
we
we
your heart, believe that?"
can't get
some
sleep."
The hours quickened only with a dog's whisper of fall leaves, the murmur of tires, and
tried but failed.
barking, the
once a man's low whistle approaching and receding.
"You remember that old movie," Ingrid whispered, "when Robert Montgomery carried the head around in a hatbox and whistled like that.
"None of kind of
38
I
think
it
was a hatbox."
that," Patti said sharply.
talk."
"Don't psych us with that
Ingrid broke then. "Oh,
with
us,
and
I'd
wake
loud you couldn't sleep
sis,
if
you wanted
Zeke looked badly used. "Guess I'm too
He paced
to."
He had had
only five hours of sleep.
Can't think. Doesn't
tired.
by now, and curled up and he'd purr so
he'd be in
up, and rub his ears,
make
sense."
He had only dallied with had prepared. He leaned against
about the kitchen.
bacon and eggs Ingrid
refrigerator, so thin of metal it
gave a
little,
and
Parti's
the the
eyes went
where D.C. would have sat watching them. Every saw him in the old familiar places. "How'd he talk?" Zeke asked. "The way I imagine a kidnapper would. Straight off. Threat-
to the top
turn she made, she
He didn't ramble. He made sense in a braggadocio sort ." He talked loud, seemed excited, but not the way
ening.
way.
.
"... a psycho would?" "Kind of, maybe in his about them to say
"Any "So
threats.
But
I
don't
of
.
know enough
." .
.
noises in the background? People? Music?"
still
I
could hear him breathing.
.
.
.
It's
seven-thirty,
Inky."
"You don't expect
me
Patti studied her.
"Of course
tell
him. But I want
to go to school?"
him
not, hon.
Go wake up Mike and
to leave us alone until
Zeke and
work
I
this out."
Ingrid
nodded and
tried laughing. "I
and Patti went into Zeke's arms. She don't want Mike's ideas. He's seen too many left,
karate movies."
Zeke continued
to
around people. Don't
hold her.
"I'll
let yourself
powder room. Go
take you to
work but
stay
get caught alone—not even in
bank sometime today. Act as if you're trying to raise the money. Can you get someone in to stay with Inky and Mike?" the
to your
She broke away, turning her back so he wouldn't see the "Mrs. Macdougall. Inky could go over there. Should I
tell
tears.
her?"
"Will she talk?"
39
'
if we ask her not to. You couldn't pry it out of her. But may shoot the postman— or someone/' She laughed nervously. He walked about, the kitchen a cage. "I don't get it. No cat's
"Not she
worth"—he saw the sudden
turn, the angry flash in her
mean, no one's going to pay three hundred thousand
"I
for a
.
.
"If I
."
He
had
eyes— dollars
trailed off.
she said quietly but firmly, "and
it,"
seeing D.C. again
.
."
.
She was about
it
meant never
to cry.
"Of course. But forget the cat— "Forget him?" The temperature was climbing.
mean maybe he's
"I didn't
angle,
other Randalls.
forget
him—but
looking at
it
from another
up with someone else. Some No criminal worth his salt would go around got you mixed
asking preposterous sums from people
who
can't deliver.
And
kidnapping a cat— this guy's got to be nuts." "You'll get right
He
on
it?
The FBI
.
.
."
took a deep breath. "Well, Patti, you see
." .
.
Her voice hardened. "Why not?" 'The Bureau I
"I don't
want the
I'll
"I
the police."
want you— and the FBI. He was an
He risked his
life!"
know and—"
"You could least
call
police. I
informant for the FBI. "I
have any authority over kidnapping—
just doesn't
mean, catnapping.
Washington, ask them. That's the very
talk to
you could do." will— I will."
I can,
Patti—in
He
said
it
too readily.
"And
I'll
do everything
my spare time."
"In your spare time!" "I've got seventeen cases to work."
"More important?" "No, no, but—well, we've got to get the police in. They won't do much about the cat. Now don't get all shook up. I can't help it. It's the way the world's made. Kidnapping a cat isn't much of a crime—but extortion, if that's what it is, and threatening you .* and Inky .
40
.
"That's
it!"
Surely the
she said excitedly.
FBI
"Please, Patti,
"He threatened
to strangle us.
going to-"
isn't
IVe told you before, the FBI investigates only
the violation of certain statutes specifically assigned to
it
by
Congress."
"And
strangling girls isn't one of them."
"Not unless
it's
a part of a violation that
such as anti-racketeering, unlawful or
some other—" "You sound just
flight to
we do
investigate,
avoid prosecution,
like a lawyer."
"I am a lawyer." He was puzzled. She knew he was one. "I know—but you don't have to sound like one." She added
"We'll have to postpone the wedding."
testily,
"But we've got people coming from
from Nevada,
all
my best man from Buffalo
"You don't think
I'd get
married
if
over.
My
Aunt Harriet
." .
.
something had
hap-
just
pened to D.C.— and go off on a honeymoon. What kind of a honeymoon would that be? You don't seem to grasp the seriousness of this. Sometimes I just don't understand you, Zeke Kelso.
gone— maybe
D.C.'s
do you hear me?
he's already dead. Zeke,
Say something." "I'm so stunned
I
know what
don't
and apprehend the kidnapper. "You'll put a tap
to say. We'll get
him back—
Now don't you worry."
on our phone, won't you, so when he
calls
back-" "I'd
have
to get the Attorney General's consent,
a federal violation, which "Well, get
even
if it
was
it isn't."
it."
"But, Patti-" "I
know.
A
cat. Tell
him
it's
a
little
boy. D.C. Randall.
Aged
seven."
He groaned.
"Please, Patti, try to understand.
I can. I love you,
you know
.
.
.
but he's one of
us,
do everything
that."
She crumpled as he took her in have
I'll
same
as
his arms.
"Sorry—I shouldn't
Inky or Mike or father." 41
"I
know.
I
had a dog when
I
was a kid ...
you about
I told
him."
Mike elected to go to school, and afterward, look business. He had two poodles to pick up for clipping.
after his
"We'll need every cent we can get," he said. "That three hundred thousand is just the asking price. We can beat him down. I've got four hundred in the bank and I'll give it all to get old D.C. back. Let calls.
Sometimes
it
me
talk
with
when he
takes a businessman."
"Too bad we haven't got one," Ingrid
He
this guy, Patti,
said.
ignored her. "I read once where they
made up
a
dummy
package of money out of newspapers and put twenties and fifties
on
top. I could
put
my four hundred—"
Patti broke in excitedly. "Mike!
and
it
was the
first
What an
idea!"
She smiled,
time since D.C. had disappeared out of their
lives.
9
Newton, the supervisor on the criminal desk, looked up from a report he was reading and nodded to Zeke to come in. Newton liked this tall, thin Nevadan who worked his Robert
Z.
cases with the quiet persistence of a
cowpuncher riding
trail
after a rustler.
"Let's see,"
Newton
said,
glancing at a calendar. His voice was
He controlled it with effort, the same as he He had been in the Bureau fifteen years, had a record, supervised a squad of seventy men with an
as big as the
man.
did his bulk. perfect
unerring instinct for reaching the right decision, and yet was
was named. was rumored, did not consider him sufficiently
passed over whenever a
Washington,
it
new
special-agent-in-charge
aggressive. "Let's see,"
Newton
an apartment yet?" 42
repeated, "only three weeks.
You two got
Zeke nodded and
up
a
set himself
"Do you remember
little.
He's in the
files
as X-14.
down
carefully. His knees stuck
that cat
we had
as
an informant?
Helped us solve a couple of
Newton's eyes narrowed. "So what?"
He
cases/'
could smell trouble.
"He's missing," Zeke continued, wanting to sound matter of fact,
which was
when reporting on a cat. an FBI agent to find himself
difficult
lous position for
grabbed him and
holding him for
is
was a ridicuin. "Some guy three hundred thousand It
dollars ransom."
Newton
Not an eyelash blinked. "You're putting
froze.
me
on."
"She took the
call at
3:07 this morning," Zeke continued.
"Who's she?" "Miss Randall.
Patti.
The
girl
I'm going to marry— I think."
"You think?" "We've postponed the wedding— she postponed it— until the cat back.
You
It's
see, I've got to
".
live
.
.
"It's sort
.
.
we
get
him from a pup.
." .
with the
.
cat. Yes,
of a package deal.
"So you've told
me
hard to explain. She raised
you
told me."
No cat, no
me—but this
girl,
no wedding."
cock-'n'-bull story
you were giving
.
"Yeah. Well, I thought since he was once an
know
thought the Bureau might like to
he's
FBI
informant, I
been kidnapped,
and—"
me you want
"Are you sitting there and telling
the Bureau to
look for a scraggly cat some crackpot stole?" stole. Kidnapped. I mean, catnapped. The suspect did ransom— and the cat did help us solve two cases." "Why'd I get out of bed this morning?"
"Not ask for
"I guess it
does sound a
little
odd."
"Weird. You got the wrong word. a kidnapping
police case. Call
it
kidnap a
a petty theft case.
dollars.
cat. It's
The
if
It's
weird.
you want
And
You know to but
you
it's
a
can't
three hundred thousand
guy's got a screw loose."
43
"Try "I
telling
know,
I
my
fiancee
know.
My
A dumb, squawking bird. "I
went by the police
it's
petty theft/'
wife, she's nuts over a parrot we've got.
She thinks
he's Kissinger."
station."
'
"Good."
"Some sergeant I
pushed a
little
I'd
never met wanted to lock
me
up. I guess
too hard."
Newton took a deep locked up for a sanity
breath. "That's
all I
need.
One
agent
Try running that through the phone
test.
to Washington." "It's
showed him
okay. I
my
identification.
my
They'll
see
fiancee can keep the
if
man
they can trace the
call tonight, if
on the
enough. I've got a theory that somebody's
line long
trying to scare her to death,
and when she breaks,
he'll
drag
her into some other kind of crime."
Newton doodled with a
pencil.
"How much
are the Randalls
worth?"
"Not much." Zeke smiled.
"I didn't
run a credit check on
her."
"No, no,
I
wasn't suggesting—"
Zeke continued,
"I
thought since X-14 had been an informant,
you might ask Washington
." .
.
"For your information, Kelso," Newton said slowly, "I'd have to put the hall to
phone
in that corner of the
room and stand out
in the
keep from going deaf."
my fiancee—well, I had to give it the old pitch." He up and stretched and seemed twice as tall. "She suggested we make up a dummy package with a few authentic bills on "I told
got
top."
"That
we make
it
up?" Newton rose too.
He had had
enough,
was what love would do no we. You keep strictly out of this, Zeke. Do you know what the Bureau would do if they caught you working a case on the too much. Zeke
to a
was a nice guy but
man. Distort
side?"
"Quarter me."
44
this
his vision completely, utterly. "There's
"Worse than
that."
few days off." Newton stared in disbelief. "Get married, and you'll get a few days off, for your honeymoon." "But-" "Now get out of here and let me do some work— and let's pray the guy who snatched the cat renders a service to mankind by removing him from the scene. This scene, anyway. I don't ever want to see him or smell him again." Zeke shook his head. "No cat, no girl, no wedding, no honeyZeke edged toward the door.
"I'd like to take a
moon."
Newton sagged back down clock.
Only
ten. It
was going
into the chair,
to
and glanced
at the
be one of those days.
10
Late in the afternoon,
when
school
had broken, the
merry-go-round began turning. The freshly painted horses rode to the music of "The Beer Barrel Polka," its gay melody spoiled by the wheezing of the old calliope. A few parents may have groaned but the kids did not mind. They had come for the eternal excitement of gaudy theatrical display plus a ride high
in the saddle.
The ocean was a backdrop, and mornings when the horses stood moored, the incessant, nervous beat of the waves broadcast as loudly as did the
music that would follow. The carrousel
was the
an amusement park that had flourished
last survivor of
in the pre-bikini era.
Only a few
feet
away was a
three-story
apartment house built in a curve around one side of the
No one knew why
it
ride.
had been constructed so close or why up that interesting bit of trivia.
it
curved. History had swallowed
In a third-floor apartment overlooking the carrousel, Auntie stood looking down. She was a thin, bony
who was beginning
to wither.
woman
Her nose went
in her fifties
to a point
and her 45
Her voice was too
eyes were sunken sparks that darted about.
high pitched, and had a whining overtone.
A
black cat crouched on top of the highboy behind her. She
turned suddenly, and looked up at him, to assure herself he was there.
She
stared, thinking, thinking
.
.
D.C. washed and re washed a paw.
.
He
pretended he had no
idea she was about. Ignore them, that was the best policy. Don't
them know you're trembling from head to paw. heard Ingrid calling him, and thought she was outside the back door. But she was not, and this jerk had seized him and about squeezed his innards out. And he hurt. Every bone. Had Ingrid called from the living room? No, his hearing was
let
He had
too acute to mistake the direction of a sound, even a wisp of a
sound.
It
could pick up a grasshopper ten feet away, and take
him unerringly to the insect. In his kitten days, before he became a gourmet, he had eaten a few but he never included them now on his menu. The aftertaste was horrible. When the old scarecrow turned to look out the window again, he quit washing and took cognizance of his whereabouts. The window. Now if there was a ledge outside The door. The next time someone was slow about closing it, he could drop to the sofa, and spring through the door. He was starving and homesick. If he ever got out alive, he wasn't going to ignore his people the way he had at times. Even if he was stalking a lizard, he would come when they called. .
Auntie heard Bogie approaching.
He was
.
.
noisy, scraping his
Coming through the door, he hesitated on seeShe eyed him coldly. "Quick, shut the door," she
feet, whistling.
ing her.
shouted. "The cat!"
Bogie closed
it
with a scant second to spare. "Whatcha
him out for?" "Where ya been?" "I phoned you." "Four hours ago. Been 46
carousin' around, ain't
you? Scared
let
me
you up.
half to death. Figured the cops picked
Lemme
smell
your breath."
He brushed by her. "Knock it off,
will you?"
"Don't you dare talk to your old Auntie that way!"
He
He
"Why
swatted at D.C.
"Had to. He was
didja let
him
a-yellm and a-screamin
outta the carrier?" .
No pets,
they said."
shrugged, went into the kitchen, got a can of beer, and
returned. "Nothin in the papers. I read 'em of pills from his jacket pocket
He
all."
took a bottle
and swallowed two.
"Whatcha talon?" "I got
a belly ache."
booze you drinkin\"
"All that
He
picked up darts from an end table and, taking careful
aim, threw
She
them
said,
at a
board across the room.
"General Motors dropped
shoulda listened to me.
He
I
They
wrote 'em."
"Come off it, Auntie. 'em how to run it."
laughed.
and you told Her head went high.
points today.
six
"I
A
billion dollar
knowed, didn't I?
I
company
knowed what they
who runs it got the lead out." "Damn that music. Can't they play something else down there?" He opened a window and yelled down, "Hey, you bastards down there. Get another record." should do. 'Bout time that guy
He threw
a dart wildly.
D.C. landed softly On the sofa behind him, and, crouching low, sneaked along toward the window. Auntie shouted, and
Bogie swung about.
He slammed
window
the
shut. "I told you,"
him out of the him out." "The manager would've been up here next with him screamin
he
said,
carrier
and
breathing hard, "I told you
if
you
let
he was going to get away. But you had to
let
yellin'."
"We
got to
dump
him."
He
started for
D.C, who stood
his
him, ya hear?"
He
ground, growling.
Auntie shouted, "You keep your hands
off
shrugged, walked away, and she quieted. "Worth three hundred grand, boy, and don't forget
it."
He turned on her. "They're
goin' to
pay up dead or
alive."
47
?"
you got no principles you get with principles
"Ain't "All
She sniveled.
He
"I
is
brought you up
a smack in the face." right/'
grinned. "I'm cutting myself in for sixty per cent since I'm
taking the
risk. All
you do
is sit
here and whine."
She stared in anger but her voice was low. "You wouldn't cheat your poor, old Auntie
who
took you in
when you had nobody."
"Poor old Auntie!" "I
took you in!" she shouted. "Fed you, put clothes on your
back."
meowed
D.C.
loudly and headed for the kitchen. Bogie threw
a dart that barely missed him.
Before he could pick up another, Auntie whacked his hand.
"Try that again, boy, and "Okay, Auntie, okay."
I'll
put ya
No
flat
on your
keister."
point in getting the old battle-ax
riled up.
She foot.
sat in her usual chair, took off a shoe,
and rubbed her
"Gotta see a corn doc."
"Not
till
we
get the dough."
"Course not." She reached for D.C,
who backed away,
spit-
ting.
"He
loves you," Bogie said.
"You love him, Auntie?"
"They gonna crack soon?" "Couple, three days. Takes time.
With
his hands,
You shoulda seen
he drew a picture in the
sure like to get a feel
air of
the model."
her figure. "I'd
." .
.
"Don't talk dirty! I'm not puttin up with
it.
About a
nice-
lookin' girl."
In the kitchen he had scotch-taped to the refrigerator door a newspaper picture of Patti, Ingrid and D.C, taken at the time
D.C had "worked" the bank robbery case for the FBI. He threw a dart within inches of Auntie. "Cut that she said. "I got this
weak heart." The doc said
"Best heart in town.
out, boy,"
so."
"Look," she said firmly, "I'm runnin' this show, and like I told you,
48
no runnin' 'round with women
till
we
get the money.
Ya hear me? though
don't care
what you do when we wrap
this
up—
get, more I respect them." and got another dart aimed in his
em. Older they
"I respect
D.C.
I
brought you up to respect womanhood."
I
meowed
again,
direc-
tion.
"Boy!" she yelled.
"Oh, come I
off
it,
Auntie. I can put one through
him anytime
when you're not looking, seeing as how you're him down on the merry-go-round, and down there'll say it's raining cats. Dead cats."
want. But
I'll
do
it
so sensitive— and toss
some kid
He
crunched the beer can into the shape of an apple core.
11
That day the "A" customers, the most expensive
clothes,
were admitted
women who bought
"B"
list
Shop
to the Exclusive
Beverly Hills for an advance preview of a Christmas
would follow the next day, and the general
the
sale.
in
The
public, the
third.
At 11:30,
Patti left the store
with two other
the Sportsmen's Lodge, where they
girls to
would model
drive to
clothes at a
women's luncheon. She headed west, down Wilshire Boulevard toward the San Diego Freeway. Before she entered the freeway, she
knew
All
she was being followed.
morning she had struggled
to
put the night out of mind.
had surfaced. Once was when she called Ingrid at the Macdougall home. Inky had struggled to sound bright but was near tears. "I can't stand it, not knowing whether he's dead, Twice, though,
it
what's happening. Oh,
sis
." .
.
In the next breath, she added, "Mike didn't go to school, either. He's
going
all
through the neighborhood asking
if
anyone
saw D.C. And Bob Hersh let him tack up a lost notice in the Westward Ho." The morning had the appearance of any other. A catastrophe had struck in Patti's life and yet she went about her work the 49
And
same.
about her the usual inane chatter. "I'm not getting
all
paid enough for
with him
last
this
kind of action. ...
Sunday.
.
.
.
I
swear
I
spent a
I've got a ninety-year-old
week
grandmother
out there and by the time the news goes through three hearing aids,
you wouldn't believe
superfluous than a
How
it.
...
I tell
man waiting while his
could the world be so normal
you nothing looks more wife buys a bra/'
when
for her
it
was
so
abnormal? Once she went outside to escape for a few minutes and was engulfed by a flow of pedestrians, each carrying his own plastic-encased box of happiness or suffering, not seeing her. She stood by the curb and felt the hot breath of the passing cars.
A little before was
was a shame a
showing
who
fussbudget
old
off tailored
should
salesgirl
beamed women
He had
eleven, Zeke called.
in the midst of
never wear tailored
could not come right out and
that they
had a hippo-behind look
would be performing a public
service.
She said "Hi" into the phone. she was, and she
to hold the line.
warmed
He
She
pants to a big-bottomed pants. tell
It
broad-
in pants. It
Like beautifying America.
only wanted to
at his thoughtfulness.
He
know how reported he
had discussed "the matter" with Supervisor Newton and
it
was
"under consideration."
A
me a line, Zeke. He risked his life,
rocket fired in her cranium. "Don't give
They're not going to do anything, are they?
worked two
cases for them, saved
some people— and they
don't
care whether he lives or dies, because he's just a cat. Well, I tell
you, Zeke,
"It's
if
the
FBI ever wants him again—"
not a violation of a federal statute."
"I'm not interested in legal technicalities."
"But Patti-"
"Efrem Zimbalist caught a kidnapper last week." He was about to remind her again that the kidnapping statutes covered people, not cats. Barely in time he caught himself.
To her way
bered once telling love
them en masse.
was people. He rememyou shouldn't people, some of them are killers,
of thinking a cat
Patti,
"Okay,
If they're
if
they're people
desperadoes, lazy, no-good bums. Say, wouldn't
50
it
be revealing
if for one day they became humans and we found out just what the dear little creatures are really like? Thieves, savages,
rapists."
That had nearly terminated
Now
She was instantly
mean
their romance.
he said slowly, hurt, "T did contrite. "I
my
best."
know you
did, Zeke. I didn't
you. I get so mad."
Deliberately she slowed
down
as she gained the freeway.
The
would shoot That Her rear-view mirror was dusty. She
car behind her did, too, although ordinarily a driver to her left
and take another
lane.
A man
was
at the wheel.
was all she could make out. had only a blurred impression.
She snailed along on the slow lane upwards to the crest of the Santa
Monica Mountains. The San Fernando Valley lay
flat
and smog-shrouded. She took the Ventura Freeway
The
tail
did the same. Her eye caught the
sign alongside the
little
emergency parking. Placed
blue call-box
at half-mile in-
tervals in the metropolitan area, the small telephones
directly with the California
Highway
Patrol.
exit.
connected
She debated. Would
she dare get out of the car to call for help? She decided not.
She swung the car quickly into a tight space on the far lane.
Her pursuer
couldn't find a spot behind her.
He
left
stayed on
the adjoining course.
Now she
could see him partially through the side window. She
slowed until she was abreast of him, and discovered the driver
was Zeke. In the
him dearly for running a surveillance on her, wanting to protect her. Then she was furious. He should have told her. He had scared the wits out of her. Wait until 1 get him alone. first
surprise, she loved
At the Sportsmen's Lodge, she zipped herself
into
an
outfit
in, and was waiting when told a man Her stomach went into a figure-eight knot. His name was Amos Hall and he looked seven feet tall. He was narrow as a telephone pole and his girth was cinched as tightly
she couldn't breathe
wanted
to see her.
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as a saddled bronc's.
On
Zeke's advice she
He was from the Van Nuys police division. had phoned the police before leaving home
and given them her whereabouts.
They stepped into a corridor to talk. He never indicated he found the kidnapping of a cat or the $300,000 ransom demand unbelievable. He was accustomed to hearing the fantastic. he said slowly. "May not be much there but you cant take a chance. Does this cat"—he hesitated,
"A
criminal's like a cancer/'
uncertain
how
to phrase it—"have
any identifying marks?
—well, some officers might consider that
I
mean
black cats look the
all
same/'
"But they
don't,
"Of course
He was really
any more than
Chinese—"
not."
totally unlike
her conception of a police
officer.
He
appeared concerned.
"White whiskers," she
said.
ers are prematurely white. I've
all
"He
isn't really old,
but his whisk-
Probably due to a vitamin deficiency.
intended to take him to the vet."
"Vitamins, or
it
could run in the family.
Any
snapshots? Good,
sharp ones?"
She nodded. Ingrid would get him
He night this if
several.
continued, "We'll be listening in on your phone line toif
you'll give permission.
guy may have
it
We won't come by the house
staked out.
You never know what
they think they're being double-crossed. That
come by
unless
you need
us.
is,
since
they'll
we
do
won't
Okay?"
That evening, exhausted, she left the shop an hour early, and once again was on the freeway. Her mind's automatic pilot took over, instructing her to slow down, speed up, change lanes. She should
call
her father.
He would want
to
know, and they needed
worked She saw D.C. coming home after a day outside and collapsing like a child, Ingrid on the floor beside him, her head pressed Mike roughing him up close to his purr-er, talking to him and saying, "If people were as smart as cats, they'd adopt somehis counsel. If nothing
out tonight
.
52
.
.
.
.
.
And the time her mother said, "That body and do nothing." His dirty feet all over my clean black-handed. him caught cat! I .
.
.
laundry."
When
be sleeping on
it,
or to
mop
broom closet, he would make a bed, he would be curled up in a
she went to get the
in the
on the pillow—and he didn't like it one whit if he were Cat wuzzies were everywhere no matter how disturbed. tight ball
.
.
.
Not fuzzy wuzzies but cat wuzzies. He purred loudly when she curried him, turned over from side to side, but didn't permit her to touch his stomach. That was inoften she vacuumed.
.
.
.
vasion of privacy. If
they never saw D.C. alive again, Ingrid would be hurt the
came home from school that she didn't look for him, and have a long talk. "You remember your Uncle Willie, don't you?" she had whispered only a few nights ago, not knowing Patti was within earshot. William, their big orange cat, had died shortly before Hallowe'en three years ago. They never mentioned his death, yet each was conscious of the date. Ingrid had continued, "Remember when you were a kitten, how you'd follow Uncle Willie around the yard, always two or three feet back of him, and watch everything he did, and copy what he was doing? Uncle Willie didn't like it because he wanted some privacy. And when Willie would get into a fight, you'd back way off but stay and watch. Your eyes would get big and bigger with all the noise. The language was foul and you'd get scared and back away a little more but always stay where you most. She never
could see the battle. Sometimes you'd hide behind a shrub or bush.
"Uncle Willie would always put the invader to rout and
when
he returned you would walk alongside of him, terribly proud that he was your uncle. Uncle Willie wouldn't pay any attention
you because
would
up and he would be But you didn't mind because Uncle Willie was your hero. He was the greatest fighter who ever lived. Even when he was sick that time and had a cast on his leg—remember?— and caught an intruder and
to
growling a
his tail
little,
still
still
be
fluffed
telling that other cat off.
53
and all. It didn't matter that he could came tearing out, sure he would be killed in his condition, with that cast and all, but nothing could hurt Uncle Willie. As long as he could drag, he'd take on the tore right into him, cast
scarcely walk.
We
all
neighborhood/'
Patti
unlocked the front door, and stepped quickly
second she did she
window
felt
inside.
Someone had
the strong draft.
The
left
a
or the back door open.
She took a couple of hurried,
little
steps,
calling,
"Ingrid!
Mike!"
Her alarm system warned her to stop. Still calling, she backed toward the front door, which she had left open. Whirling about in panic, she collided with Greg, who looked as if he had been caught in a burglary. "Don't you ever knock?" she asked angrily.
"The door was open," he answered hotly. "What do you want?" If he had come over
to complain about
D.C "There was a shoot-out over at the Macdougalls. you'd want to
know but if you
don't
.
.
."
He
I
thought
turned to go.
"A shoot-out?"
He
know what happened but there was a and an ambulance came, and they hauled old Mrs. Macdougall out. I hurried over but Wilbur had lost his hearing aid, and nobody knows what happened." She brushed by him. "Ingrid," she said. "She was over there. Ingrid." She turned back. "Did you see Ingrid?" turned back. "I don't
lot of shooting,
He
shook his head.
12
An hour
had limped down the tree-shaded He affected the limp by wearing He had a glued-on mustache and sported
before, Bogie
street toward the Randall home.
only one elevator shoe.
54
big sun glasses.
He was
in
denims and carried the kind of pad
used by meter readers. Slowly he crossed the
street,
casing the Randall house, which
he had kept under surveillance for some time from away.
He was
confident no one
was home. Yet he took the pre-
caution of ringing the front doorbell.
then
made
Working
his
way around to the
his car a block
He
waited several minutes,
service-porch door.
he bent down, and, reaching a hand through
swiftly,
the cat entrance, and up, succeeded in turning the knob.
He
hurried to Ingrid's room, where he tossed a tape on her bed, and,
ransacking a chest, took a brassiere from the second drawer
down. Auntie had wanted him to sneak the tape into the mailbox.
But by leaving
it
on the bed, he was
letting the girls
know
he could get to them any time he wished. By taking the bra, he would plant the thought that he might be a sex fiend. He was clever. He had to admit it, he just was. Auntie never would have thought of that touch. little
to this caper. It
Come
to think of
it,
bugged him that she
she had contributed
insisted
on a
split.
He
was generous in offering her 40 per cent. That was 40 per cent more than she deserved, and if she continued steaming him, he would boot her out. He had had about enough of her whining
He had paid was twelve. his way. He had been out snatching purses when he He stepped out of Ingrid's window dead into a shotgun that was shaking like a twig in a high wind. Holding the weapon was a woman shaped like a tree trunk. He guessed it was a woman by the bandanna wrapped tightly around her head. She had the eyes of a dead fish and a big nose that twitched. and reminding him she had taken him
in.
So what?
"Put'em up!" she said in a frog voice. His
first
reaction
But in view of the cided to play
it
was
St.
to think: What's she trying to pull off?
Vitus dance the shotgun was doing, he de-
cool.
"What's bothering you, ma'am?" he asked quietly.
"Whatcha doing here?"
He
did not like the setup.
The dame was
so shaky her voice
55
ran up and
down
the scale.
Her
trigger finger kept working,
he was dead center in front of the
and
barrel.
"I'm the meter man," he said slowly, calculating his chance of
grabbing the shotgun—and
living.
He
decided the odds favored
the shotgun. 'Water and Power. Shouldn't you put the gun
down? Somebody might "You
didn't read
get hurt."
my meter."
"No, ma'am. Special
call.
Energy
Please,
in there."
me—"
"In the car. If you'll let "We'll phone from
you know.
crisis,
ma'am—" "Whatcha doing in the bedroom? No meter "Had to check out the wiring." "You got something to show—"
my
house.
You
first.
Through the hedge
there."
"Can
I
put
my hands down?"
"Not unless you want a fanny
He
full of
buckshot."
resigned himself, went through the hedge at the point she
and entered a dark kitchen. She had the drapes tightly drawn. It was downright spooky. She intended to phone the police, not the Water and Power. He knew that. He was thinking all the time. When his chance came, he would be ready. "You stand over there— by the refrigerator," she said. She motioned with the shotgun, which struck the drainboard— and indicated,
He wet his pants. "My ma's kettle," she
fired.
said, groaning.
A
spewing out water from a hole low in one me. Can't get 'em like that no more." "No, ma'am," he answered politely. Children and old
She backed
women
brass tea kettle
side.
"My ma
He might win
was
left it to
her over.
loved him.
to a wall phone, then her skitterish eyes pivoted
over the area about him. "The sink.
had no intention
Move
over to the sink." She
of plugging the refrigerator
if
she had to plug
him.
She took the receiver down, and half-turned to dial. The left him, he leaped for the shotgun. She dropped
second her eyes 56
the phone and
hung
on.
He yanked and
twisted and heaved but
she had a death grip on the butt. She grunted and groaned
and he swore.
The
inevitable happened.
Her
trigger finger instinctively tight-
ened, and a blast of shots tore into the ceiling.
A
light fixture
spewed over them. Both loosened their hold on the weapon but he recovered first and tore it away from her. Backing up, he said, "I'm killing you if you move." She stood stunned. He continued, "Stay where you are. Don't move— or I'll blow your head off." He took a step toward her. He would tie her up and get out. Unexpectedly, she broke for a stairway a few feet beyond the kitchen door. He could have killed her then and there but held his fire. Commit murder, and have the police swarming all over the city? No, sir, not when he could be picking up an easy shattered and glass
$300,000.
Smart thinking.
He allow
followed her on the run.
He would
him time
neighborhood before she notified
to escape the
have to rope her up, to
the police. Already someone might have heard the shots and
given the alarm.
She stopped on a landing halfway up the
stairs,
and reaching
behind an enormous rubber plant, snatched up a .38 that exploded as she swung
it
in his direction.
He
fell flat
one side of the stairway, and in the process
to
By
pressing himself against the wall, he
and
slithered
lost the shotgun.
was out
of range.
A
couple of shots pinged close-by.
She held the weapon with both hands. She had her feet braced a couple of feet apart. She waited for his head to pop up, which it
did,
and she
let
him have a couple more
blasts.
Her hands
shook so much that the second shot put a neat hole through a window on the opposite side of the hallway. She heard Wilbur coming down the stairs behind her. If he did not have his hearing aid turned on high, he could sleep through
an atom
bomb
blast without turning over.
57
"Whatcha
doin',
you
old bat?"
silly
"Get the police," she shouted back at him. "Yell out the win-
dow and get somebody to call the police." "We don't need any," Wilbur said. "Need any what?" she screamed. What was
the old fool talk-
ing about? She triggered another shot, and clipped the newel post.
"Whatever
it
He grabbed
was you wanted," Wilbur shouted. her arms. "Whatcha shootin' at? Nothin'
down
there. You're wreckin' the house."
She jabbed him with an elbow that crumpled him up. "There's a killer
down
Wilbur
there.
rose, a
Get the
police.
The
police!"
punch-drunk prizefighter who had been down
for the count of ten. "You've
been
in
my whiskey," he roared.
She shoved him aside with one well-aimed throw of a and,
holding the
still
.38,
backed up a few
steps,
hip,
reached out with
hand, knocked a picture off the wall, and plucked a .45 had been concealed on a hook behind great uncle Horace. Now she had a gun in each hand— and, when the kidnapper poked his head up for a quick glimpse, fired both barrels. "Get the pineapple," she shouted at Wilbur. "Under the mattress." Wilbur was mad. He had been elbowed and hipped, and he was not about to take it from the old bat. "Whatcha want a
her
left
that
mattress for?"
"The pineapple! The pineapple!" Bogie shook his head in
disbelief.
Pineapple? She had a hand
grenade up there, the old witch. She wouldn't use
up her home psychos
He years,
.
.
split
to
kill
it.
Naw. Blow
him? Or would she? Might.
These
.
the scene. Setting the fastest track record posted in
he sprinted for the door. Going out under a
he caught one
last glimpse.
The
hail of gunfire,
old hellcat was standing spread-
legged, triggering both guns. Single-handedly she could have
wiped out a whole armored column. 58
When down
before her, and Wilbur, yelling,
When
a neighbor rushed in a
sitting in
running
Her body klunked The weapons rattled down
the door slammed, she passed out.
the steps, taking one at a time.
came tumbling
moment
later,
after her.
she found Wilbur
the acrid smoke of battle cradling his wife, tears
down
his cheeks.
13 Trailed the kitchen,
by Greg,
Amos
Patti ran to the
Hall, with his
Macdougall home. In
hands in
his pockets, stood
On the stairway there was another officer, on his hands and knees. "My sister. Where's my sister?" she screamed. Amos looked up in mild surprise. "Was she over here?" He gazing about.
nodded in Greg's direction. "Friend of yours?" Greg spoke up. "Greg Baiter, attorney. I live across the street." "I see. Mind stepping out a moment? IVe something to discuss with Miss Randall."
Greg smarted. "Oh, all right." He added most a member of the family."
Amos
petulantly,
Tm
al-
Wilbur Macdougall. She was conscious on reaching the Encino Emergency Hospital. referred to a small notebook. "Mrs.
Said she caught a
man
rifling
your house. Marched him over
here at the end of a shotgun—to phone us—but he got the gun.
She never mentioned your
sister."
Patti looked wildly about. "She's got to
be here. She was
spending the day over here." In hysteria, she ran up the
stairs calling.
Amos
followed.
He
waited in the upstairs hall while she looked in each room. "She didn't
mention anyone being involved except her husband," he
"No one." They came back down the stairs. "The woman caught him coming out of a bedroom over at your place," he continued. "I checked it out and found a chest drawer had been ransacked but said gently.
I didn't
touch
it,
waiting for you."
59
Out on the street a rattle and cough
car's
brakes squealed, and there was a
death
that could belong only to Zacharia. She
tore out of the kitchen,
and seeing
Web
struggling to open the
door for Ingrid, screamed, "Inky! Inky!" Ingrid saw the tears, and fought to get out the door, which
suddenly gave way, coming
off its hinges.
"He's dead!" Ingrid
cried out. "D.C.'s dead!"
"No, no," Patti said. "I don't know. I'm just so glad to see you.
Where's Mike?"
"Who're you?" Amos asked Web, who stood in shock, holding the door.
Web
"You a cop?" hands and thing but
feet. "I get
I
dropped the door. Suddenly he was paranoid around a cop.
picked
done any-
get the shakes."
my
Ingrid spoke up. "He's
He
I haven't
all
me up
at the
full-time
boy
friend,
Alan Webster.
Macdougalls' after school and
we went
to Izzy's taco place."
She turned to
From
Patti.
"Mike's okay.
his living-room
side.
He was
punk
detective
He
called
me
at Izzy's."
window, Greg watched with Blitzy
at his
The idea, him an attorney, and this asking him, Greg Baiter, to step outside. Greg had
still
smarting.
a notion to report him. Officers should learn manners.
A
shoot-out— and
somehow
Patti
was involved. Why,
other-
would this stupid detective want to talk with her in confidence? Could Mrs. Macdougall have been engaged in some wise,
nefarious undertaking? Possibly but not likely. She could have
poked her nose once too often
in someone's business.
That was
highly probable.
Then
his
keen legal mind recorded and pushed forth a very
strange observation. D.C.
He had
and he could not remember a
not seen the cat in two days,
single day, holidays included,
when
hunk of fur had not made life miserable for him or Blitzy. He had nothing whatsoever to substantiate a growing conviction that the cat had figured in the shoot-out— except
that old moth-eaten
60
when there was trouble in the neighborhood somehow around that black, slithering fiend.
that usually
it
cen-
Shortly after Patti and the others entered the house, he
saw
tered
Zeke drive up.
Why
she had chosen that
FBI
guy,
who was none
would never understand.
too bright, over him, he
It
was
like
when you could have a Great Dane. He was because he knew she would regret it. He would
picking a Pekingese sorry about that
give their marriage six months, no more.
Dragging a French poodle into the living room, Mike stood bug-eyed on seeing the chaos. "Get that mutt out of here," Patti ordered.
"He's a customer," Mike said. Patti
grabbed the leash and shoved the customer out the door-
way. "You're ruining
"Shut up and
my business," Mike
sit
shouted.
down."
Flabbergasted, he backed into a chair. Zeke said, "Hi," and
Mike nodded. Zeke turned back to Amos. "He's got to be stupid, taking a chance, coming here." "Aren't most of them?"
Amos commented.
"Their egos override
their judgment."
Ingrid emerged from the back part of the house with cassette. "I
found
this
says, 'Patti, play this
two of
us,
it's
got a note stuck in
around.
It's
just
it.
It
between the
sweetheart'" Zeke took the note, typed on white
paper, glanced at Patti
on the bed and
when nobody's
a
it,
and handed
it
to
Amos.
produced Mike's recorder, and, with trembling
put the cassette
in.
fingers,
"He got one of my bras. I know ones when I put them through the
Ingrid said,
I had three clean wash yesterday and now there are only two." Patti turned on the tape. The voice was a man's, soft and catand-mouse like. It sounded as if it was coming from a cave. At first they had difficulty making out the words. They sat tense, scarcely breathing, leaning forward a little, their mouths dry.
because
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"Dear Patti— I'm going
to call
you
Patti
because
I
know
you.
been following you around. You didn't know that, did you? You've got the kind of body I like on a chick, and when you walk,
I've
I wind up this funky business, we gotta get you know what I mean, which I figure you do, since you look like you been around. "But what I got to say now is you don't need to get worked up
man, wow! Soon's together,
if
about raising the money. We'll send you the bread for the ransom.
How
about
that, chick?
Yeah, you heard right. We'll hand over
money so you can pay the ransom. Neat, huh? You watch the mailbox tomorrow— but don't forget what I said about bringing
the
the fuzz
in.
When
love 'em, like you
icky and we'll sonally
up
I
come
don't
I
get heated up, I can split
know how,
kill
or I can love 'em to death.
the cat, and your
for you. I wouldn't
know what I'm
two ways.
want
little
sister,
to but
when
and I
can
I
You I'll
get
per-
get steamed
doing. Just don't you forget that."
14
For a time Bogie doubted
if
he would make
to the apartment. His back leg muscles strings.
There he had been minding
were
like
it
upstairs
twanging harp
his business, not bothering
It was a wonder he was not dead, the way she had pumped lead. Must have fired fifty rounds. What a mad woman. That was the trouble
anyone, and this old goblin rose right out of the ground.
today. Psychos everywhere.
Damn he had
if he didn't have the shakes bad enough, up under that whang-whang-whang. Didn't they
the music. As
to bear
ever change the record? Talking of psychos, he might go out there one day and blast the whole merry-go-round. Shoot the
horses dead, every one of them.
At the door he paused dare
tell
to take several
deep breaths.
He
didn't
Auntie about his encounter with the old hag. She would
him out with her vile tongue. She was getting worse. He stepped quickly inside, and barely in time. D.C.
lay
62
shot
toward the door as
swung
if
jet-propelled. Bogie
landed near the far
football,
brought a foot back,
forward, and met him. Screaming, D.C. went
it
sofa,
and lay
up
like a
still.
Auntie yelled, took a couple of quick steps, and kicked Bogie's right shin.
He
Her
foot landed with a pistol crack as shoe
met bone.
stood stunned, staring in disbelief, then doubled up.
oughta
"I
He
you, you old devil."
kill
felt
the leg gingerly,
it. It seemed okay. you was younger," Auntie countered, her voice trembling, "I'd take a pole and I'd beat you till you was a bloody mess." "Oh, shut your trap, I've had it. I'm shot to hell." Her eyes narrowed with apprehension. "Trouble?" "Yeah, cooped up here day and night. No women, no liquor,
then put his weight on "If
no poker, nothin' but a cat and an old
woman who
tries to
break
my leg." D.C.
mewed
in pain.
Bogie swung about. "Shut up or
I'll
throw
you out the window." "You put it in the mailbox?" "Yeah."
He
picked up the Herald-Examiner. "What'd Kodak do
today?" "Off two points
.
.
.
Something's happened.
I
can see
it
in
your
eyes."
"Leave
"What Figurin' it,
me
alone, will you?"
you came in? your old Auntie, huh? Is that
didja stand in front of the door for before
some
cock-'n -bull story for
huh?" Bogie turned on his heel and stalked into the bathroom. Open-
ing the medicine cabinet, he began popping
pills.
Auntie, leaning against the door jamb, whined, "If you'd lay off all that self.
Go see
junk that gets you high a doc
if
.
.
.
You're goin' to
kill
your-
you're sick. I've told you before—"
"You sure have. You've told up on you."
me and told me
until I
could throw
"Don't you talk to your old Auntie like that, your old Auntie
who—" "—took
me
in,
and fed me, and bought
me
clothes,
and taught 63
up a bank, and use a Tommy gun. Man, I got to Most kids never had the education I had." "Did the best I could, and you know it, boy, seein' as how I was a lone woman without the help of a man." Back in the living room she poured coffee and handed it to him black. He resented the fact her hand was steady. If he got into a brannigan with her over the split, she would remain cool and calculated beneath
me how
give
it
to hold
to you.
that whining facade.
She continued,
"I
been thinking about
that dough. I been
all
we wait one more day before we hand get worked up, so they do what they're told."
thinkin'
He
sat
on the
floor
with his dart
D.C. edged along the
sofa,
set.
it
over. Let
'em
"Anything you say."
hoping to
slip
unnoticed from the
room. Bogie threw with precision and a strong thrust. The dart pierced D.C.'s side, and he let out a low, pitiful cry, and
dropped. Auntie shrieked, but before she could move, Bogie
walked over and pulled the dart could do
He
it,
out. "Bull's-eye. Didn't think I
didya?"
took a handkerchief from his hip pocket to wipe
The
off
the
came out with the handkerchief and fell to it up and stretched it out. "She doesn't have much, does she? Not like the bazooms you usually go for." Then her mind put it together. The young Randall girl. She screamed, "You filthy, no good, little—" dart.
the
floor.
brassiere
She scooped
"I didn't
swiped
it
touch her!" he shouted back. "Honest
from her bedroom. To give her a
scare.
I
didn't.
I
Like you're
that'll
knock 'em
me you
broke into
always saying, give 'em an old one-two punch out."
She looked
at
him with
scorn.
"You
the house just to give a kid a scare?
What
if
tellin
Why, you
you'd been caught and slapped into
stupid
little
hood.
jail?"
on him a long moment, giving him the old eagle eye, which had struck terror into him when he was growing up. "If She
fixed
you're lyin' to me,
boy ...
if
you're lyin to
me
." .
.
Groaning in pain, D.C. crawled into the bedroom and managed to get
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under an
old,
broken-down chaise that had a tattered
skirt
around
it.
He
lay perfectly
still,
listening to the uproar in the
mouth hung open and every breath tortured Where the dart had pierced, his hair was matted. He him. twisted around in pain to lick off the blood and bathe the wound. A primeval instinct told him he must. His tongue went as deep as it could. Instinct warned him, too, to keep quiet. Hearing the woman calling to him, he tensed. She was searching the apartment. After a few minutes she lifted the chaise by next room. His
the front end, exposing him.
Somehow he
and when the woman bent down, he
He knew no
more.
He
names, where never
"I've
we we let
You
will. live,
spat.
blacked out and went into convulsions.
She told Bogie, "We've got "Like hell
pulled himself together,
to get
lost
how he
him
to a vet."
your marbles? They'll want our
got hurt,
no animal die on
all
me if I
that jazz."
could help
it."
"I'm telling you, Auntie, I'm going to beat you to a pulp take
him
to a vet.
The only way
if
you
that cat's going out of here
is
dead."
She dropped into a Guess
chair.
"Guess
I
wasn't thinkin' straight.
I wasn't."
15
Over and over Zeke and Amos Hall listened to the tape. They ensconced themselves in the father's bedroom, closed the windows tightly, pulled the drapes, and played the tape on low volume.
They agreed the message was explanation for
why
utterly irrational.
They had no
the subject, as they termed the criminal,
would offer to furnish the ransom money. The tape revealed that more than one person was involved. ." ." and "we'll hand over The voice said, "We'll send you and ". we'll kill the cat." This could be an editorial "we" but .
.
subjects
.
.
.
.
engaged
in crimes of violence
seldom used the
editorial
we.
65
The
subject
had talked
duced an echo
into a
box of some kind that had pro-
This recorded voice would be
by it only, to identify with his natural voice. However, a voiceprint (called a spectogram)—which would resemble a maplike drawing—could be produced by electronic means of the "echo" voice. Then if he should be apprehended, that voiceprint could be matched up with one taken of his natural voice. effect.
difficult,
hearing
"He's thought this out carefully/' Zeke said. "The psychology of leaving the tape all
on
Ingrid's
bed—to
let
the time— and taking one of her bras
.
them know he's close-by .
.
it's
the kind of terror
that builds up the more you think about it, and he's going to give them a night to dwell on it. And the constant repetition of the threat of murdering the cat, and even them ... I don't know how long they can take it. If it's just yourself alone, it's bad enough—but with Patti, it's worry over what will happen to Inky, and with Inky, worry over Patti, and with both, the cat." "I've got a big old guy myself," Amos said.
Zeke groaned. "Don't
tell
me
cats've infiltrated the police de-
partment?"
Amos
smiled. "You got to get with
homes in America." They called in Patti,
it,
Kelso.
They run
half the
and Mike. Web was outside, sneaking around in the bushes, thinking he might surprise the criminal. Zeke informed Ingrid they had sufficient problems without Web stumbling on the suspect and getting shot. "The subject may have watched the house tonight," Zeke said. There was, Patti thought, reassurance in the way he spoke, an unexpressed certainty that all would come out well. "If he did, he
knows that a
Ingrid,
police officer has been here,
and
I
have been,
too.
and accuses you of running to the police, come right back at him and tell him it's all his fault, that we were here because he was in a gun battle at the Macdougalls, and we were
If
he
calls again,
investigating
He
it."
advised Patti to report for work and Ingrid and Mike to re-
turn to school.
Each was 66
Unmarked
police cars
to schedule his activities so
would run surveillances. that he would never be
and they were
alone,
for you, too, Mike.
the
girls.
to take every precaution.
He may be
"And that goes by threatening
diverting attention
He may plan to grab you, if he grabs Fu Hung LoF' Mike asked.
anyone."
"Didja see "It's
one of those stupid karate movies," Ingrid explained.
Til give him a chop
He
might at
that,
that'll
knock him
out."
Zeke thought. Invariably, criminals had
little
regard for small boys and old people— and both could be highly dangerous.
Zeke had one other point to make. If the subject phones again, ask what they're feeding the cat, where he's sleeping, and then
demand proof
that they have him.
Does he have a
scar or any
marking peculiar to him?" "He's got a red collar," said Mike, "and a metal tag that has his
name and
address on
it."
"Good. Tell them to put the tag in the mail or leave
it
some-
where."
The police would keep the house under surveillance, Amos They would watch through binoculars from a tall bank building on Ventura Boulevard. They could send a helicopter over occasionally, but he thought that would frighten the subject. "We want him to feel free to move. He likes to be daring and we don't want to discourage him." The police would monitor the said.
phone with As was
Parti's permission,
his custom,
subject's
and she need not report a
call.
Zeke would come by for breakfast. "Since the
been watching you,
he's got to
he doesn't care since he knows
this is
know Zeke drops by—and
not a federal crime."
Amos Hall left openly by the front door, Ingrid went out to Web, and even though it was past midnight, Mike headed
join
for the garage to clip a poodle.
Zeke dropped exhausted to the sofa and took Patti in "I
put the money
down on
the apartment this morning," he said,
brushing her long hair back. get out
and
find a stove
his arms.
and
"When
this is all over,
we've got to
refrigerator."
6?
"When
this is all over/'
she whispered. "I wonder
times we'll say that— before
She ran a hand over
it is."
and saw the weariness. He took a deep breath. "Yeah,
I
how many
know."
He
his face,
thought a moment.
"We're in the epicenter of a crime being committed, but after
my FBI work It's
I
haven't the haziest idea what kind of a crime
all
it is.
if he does put up the making that up to draw don't know, but anyway, some
not extortion like I'd thought. Not
money, which he may
not.
the agony out a
longer. I
little
Maybe
he's
time or other he's going to try to force you or Inky or Mike to do something.'' "It's
the not knowing," she said. "In
everything set forth exactly
so.
my
little
Did you know
world
that,
I
like
Zeke? Will
you mind so awfully much? I know most men don't like to have everything neat and just so." He grinned. "You telling me I got to pick up after myself? You sound like my mother. Had a letter from her yesterday. All kinds of advice. She says I've got to treat you nice." She lived in Pahrump, a spot on the Nevada map where he had grown up on a small ranch. Patti liked the name, Pahrump. "Don't tell me there is such a place," she had teased. They would go there on their honeymoon. Their honeymoon. It had been only weeks away. Now it sounded like one of those events people dream about and know will never come true. When Zeke had gone, she cleaned the kitchen and put out the breakfast cereals. No matter what the crisis, she thought, the process of life had to continue. Even death did not still the sound of the dishwasher. Her eyes went to D.C.'s water bowl, sitting near the service-porch door, and to the black spot on the white molding where his dirty neck had rubbed
it.
His catnip
out, was under the table. Every morning he swatted at it before hopping up on the refrigerator. He had few worldly possessions: a water bowl, an old mouse, a red collar, a metal tag. A cat asked so little and gave so much.
mouse, with the innards half
68
She shouldn't tins
man was
a cat, did
grieve.
He might be
in
good hands. Just because
harm
a criminal did not necessarily imply he would
He might
it?
a convicted murderer
love cats. She
remembered reading about
who had
He
five.
hated only the
human
species.
She shook her head. Hope was such a strong, seductive dea compulsion like sex.
sire,
She must get up shades or drapes at the kitchen window. It was one of those minor jobs she had intended doing for ages. Someone could be standing out there now watching her. Ingrid. She wished she would come in. Ingrid slipped quietly about the yard calling ness,
Web. The
dark-
even when her eyes adjusted, was blacker than she could
ever remember.
Heavy clouds blocked out the moon and
She had thought to locate
Web
stars.
quickly but, with each passing
minute, grew more apprehensive. She trembled at the slightest sound, and turned about constantly, fearful someone would am-
bush like
her.
The
old hoot owl she
had thought
an owl out of a childhood horror
story.
of as a friend
her hard heartbeat, the awful squash underfoot of a
being kicked,
On
new
shoes that squeaked a
was
She was conscious of snail,
a stone
little.
any other night she would have known that the protective
eyes of Mrs. bitterly
Macdougall were on
her.
She had complained
about old Mrs. Macdougall's snooping, but tonight she
wished Mrs. M. was up there watching from her second-story window. Mrs. M. was coming along fine, Zeke said. But Wilbur would be confined to the hospital for several days. He was in deep shock.
She was pussyfooting along the hedge when the
on
her.
Her scream was smothered by a
man pounced
big, strong
hand
that
closed roughly over her mouth. She fought desperately for a moment, then sensed intuitively that her attacker was Web. When he let her go, she was furious, and started for the house.
He grabbed
her hands. "You! You!" she said, unable to get the
69
words
She broke
out.
promise ring
Not
never!
loose,
for years
and
the ring soon's I can get
He
drew back, and struggled
but couldn't.
off
years.
"I'll
It's all
to get the
never forgive you. Never, over ...
I'll
give you back
it off."
laughed, then took her forcibly into his arms. "Never!" she
but not quite as vehemently as before. "Never, never!"
said,
He
continued holding her and kissed
tight,
unresponsive
lips.
But a moment later she was laughing. "I'd better have an electrocardiogram tomorrow. Are you sorry? Really, honestly, truly, hope-to-die sorry?"
"Yeah— but I'd do it again." She started away. "Good night, Mr. Webster— and me.
I'll
He
don't call
call you."
and they laughed until they were near and then walked hand-in-hand about the yard. They stopped by a rose garden back of the garage. "Here's where I'd hide," she said. The bushes were all but impenetrable. Web started to force his way in but she pulled him back. "Don't, seized her again,
tears,
please." "I
can handle him."
"I'm scared. Let's get back to the house."
She tugged but he stood watching and listening for movement.
She
said, "I
when
I
was
crawled through there in
my Sunday
dress once
little."
"You did?"
was following D.C. He kept looking back. He couldn't what I was doing. But he kept going. I imagined I was crawling through an African jungle. I saw a snail close-up and it looked enormous. I saw the world as D.C. saw it— and I've "I
figure out
never forgotten what a strange experience bushes. Anytime
we
it
couldn't find him, we'd
was.
He
loved these
come back here
call-
ing-
She wanted to call him now, as she had when a child. Call, and as in years past, there would be a rustle—she could mark where he was by the parting of the bushes— and he would emerge. He never failed to come. He was such an old dear. 70
16
The night passed Ingrid.
Only Mike
fretfully
but uneventfully for Patti and
slept soundly. "I hate you," Ingrid told
him
the next morning.
"Got to keep up
my
strength to take care of
you two," he
answered.
Mike wanted to employ a private detective with the $400 he had in the bank. Patti squashed the idea. "A detective couldn't do any more than Sergeant Hall or Zeke." At noon, Patti hurried home to check the mailbox. Nothing. And there was no call that day. "He's dragging it.
That's
it
out,"
Zeke told
her.
"Don't think about
what he wants. Haven't you got something around the
house that needs fixing or painting?"
When
he came by, Zeke reported that the fingerprints
lifted
from the shotgun were too smudged for
identification. Mrs. Machad given the police a detailed description of the subject. He was on the short side, medium weight, in his mid- twenties. He limped slightly, had a mustache, sported big sun glasses, and his voice sounded nothing like that on the tape. It had a high pitch. She had an unpainted chest she had bought years before, and that night, with Ingrid helping, she and Zeke sanded and painted it. He talked more than she had ever known him to. With one ear, though, she listened for the phone, and twice when it rang, went racing. Each time the call was from a friend. The night was the same as the last few had been: dozing, waking, listening, getting up, looking out the window, talking with Ingrid, going back to sleep, having a horrible dream, waking, her back aching, her thoughts plodding the same old
dougall, he said,
treadmill, sleeping, waking, looking for
D.C. at the foot of the
when she remembered what had happened. Another day, another hasty trip home at noon, another check
bed, the agony
7*
Something had
of the mailbox, another cruel disappointment.
happened. She would never hear from the criminal again. She
would never see D.C. She was picking up the newspaper the next morning when Mrs. Macdougall parted the hedge like a tank going through. She
came
up and
barreling
said breathlessly, "Patti, darling, I got
your sweet note in the hospital. God's see
you
opened
fire
on me. In
my own
kitchen.
thank the good Lord for sparing me.
I'll
for years, calling I said,
me
never thought
spell, I
world again. Did the police
alive in this
batty to keep
all
tell
I'd
He
you?
And to my dying day, And Wilbur jawing me
them
guns. But I told him,
Wilbur, someday—poor, poor man, he's
tal.
Couldn't take it—they'll come in handy.
me.
If
still
in the hospi-
You shoulda seen
he'd stood his ground like a man, I'da killed him. Killed
him dead." "I'm sure you would' ve," Patti told her. "We've got
thank you Inky's
much
watching our place, catching him coming out of
for,
bedroom—"
Mrs. Macdougall drew herself up. "I was only doing Christian duty. I said to Wilbur, I said
No
Never had any. Knew
guts.
to him, Wilbur, I said
"Promise me, again. In
my way ment.
to
my
.
.
got hitched. I said
.
me
if
he comes around
prayers last night, I said, 'God, please send
me
She prepared
him
another chance.' Like in the Old Testa-
the Old Testament where
wreak vengeance on worry long
.
.
when we
Patti, darling, you'll call
again, give
I like
.
it
my
poor, poor man.
God
sends 'em out to
their enemies."
to part the
hedge again. "You children needn't
as I'm next door."
Shortly after Patti returned
home
that evening,
Greg sauntered
over. She saw him coming, and thought, Oh, no,
I can't
take
him, not now.
He was
his usual blithe self, smiling, self-assured, egotistical
without even saying a word. 72
And he was
so confoundedly hand-
He had it all knew he had, and never let you forget. much as a hello, he asked, "Where's the monster?"
some, every giiTs dream man, every mothers son.
wrapped
up, and
Without so
"He's around somewhere." She hated herself for the coward
she was. She should have told him to get
lost.
Did that woman from the pet cemetery find you the other evening? About a burial plot?"
He
laughed. "I was afraid of that.
"No."
"Not a bad idea. for Blitzy.
We
should be prepared, you know.
Three hundred
dollars.
Has a
little
statue
I
on
got one it
of a
dog."
Mike was
all ears.
"Might be a good business to be
in."
Ingrid looked about to cry. "Please, Mike," Patti said.
Greg handed her a package wrapped in brown paper. "This was on top of my mailbox," he said. "For you. That new postman cant even read— or else can't see through his hair." She stared hypnotically. Her name was on the package, typed, and the address, typed. But it had not been mailed. There was no postage. "It's
for you,"
Greg
insisted,
shoving
it
closer.
and walked back to her bedroom with Ingrid and Mike at her heels. Greg called, "What's the matter with you? What's happening around here? I come over like a good neighbor, bring your mail, and you walk out on me without She took
it,
a thank you.
The
said nothing,
To
hell
with
it."
He slammed the
front door.
three said nothing as Patti got a pair of nail scissors
and
struggled to cut the tape. Mike grabbed the box and tore it apart. Dozens of legal-looking papers spilled out on the bed, identical $1,000 Mid-Northern Power bonds, due August 1, 1991, paying 5 per cent interest. Attached to each were sheets of coupons, to
be cut out and presented for payment when the interest was due. Patti rifled
through the bonds looking for a message. There
was none.
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17
At the
Zeke took down the
numbers as memo pad and gone to the Westward Ho supermarket to use a pay phone. As he listened, his insides knotted up. He seldom had known fear but tonight he did. Not for himself but for this girl he loved. He knew from an experience honed by a thousand cases that she was being pushed slowly to a breaking point. She had amazing stamina behind the soft facade. Yet a person could tolerate only so much pain in an illness— and only so much shock and mental torture when caught up in the vortex of a criminal operation. A couple of hours later, he sat on her bed and studied the bonds. "I checked them out. They were stolen several months ago from the back room of a New York brokerage house. They're worth about three hundred thousand on today's market." Patti paced about. She had to be doing something. "I couldn't believe it when I dumped them out." "They're bearer bonds," Zeke continued. "Not registered to any Patti read
them
office,
off.
serial
She had jotted them down on a
individual."
"Same
as cash,"
Mike
said.
He read the
Zeke nodded. "There're millions of
stock pages avidly. dollars'
worth of these
stolen securities floating around. Thieves get about twenty million every year.
Banks
ing they're stolen.
Some
criminals
—to someone who puts them up
He
them as collateral, not knowrent them out for that purpose
will accept
as collateral for a loan."
recounted them. "You've become what's known as a mover,"
he said
to Patti. "This
guy may want you
to fence them.
That
is,
Maybe he can't fence them himself But with your face and background, you could peddle them easily. Or he may expect you to get a sell
them
to a go-between.
for fear of getting caught.
loan from a bank, put these up as collateral, then turn the loan
money over
to him.
Or he may have something
can go several ways on 74
this."
else in
mind.
He
"And
He
if I
don't do
it, if
I
refuse
"
.
.
reached for her hand. "Don't think
step at a time, one step
Take
like that.
it
one
." .
.
He rose to take her into his arms. Ingrid said, "Come on, Mike." "Where're we going?" Mike asked. "If you don't know why we're leaving, Michael Randall, you're stupider than I thought."
The
tension broke and Patti laughed softly.
"Young
love,"
Ingrid said, leaving. "I love that kid,"
Zeke
said.
"So I've noticed." "I'm just letting you
know if you
She shut him up with a quick
get too hard to handle—"
dressing-table mirror, fluffed her hair,
stood a
moment
looking
Once more her voice was "What'll
take
"I'll
down
then stooped before the
kiss,
at the
and repaired her
lips.
She
paper fortune on the bed.
firm.
we do
with them?"
them
as evidence."
"You'll take them! I thought the great
FBI couldn't-"
an FBI case now. Interstate transportation of stolen
"It's
securities."
"A
cat didn't matter— but a lot of paper
understand
it,
Zeke.
You can
kill
money
does. I don't
people or animals but not
money. Money's sacred."
He looked bewildered, and dead.
she continued quickly, "I
They wouldn't bother with a
cat.
know
he's
He'd be a nuisance,
wouldn't he? There's no reason to keep him alive."
Slowly and meticulously, Zeke put the bonds back in the box. "I
to
wish
be
I
could reassure you, darling, but
realistic.
You never know about
it'd
be
We've got what he's panic and do
cruel.
a kidnapper,
what kind of a man he is, whether he'll something crazy. But we'll start a search around the clock tonight
thinking,
for D.C."
"The FBI
will?"
"Sure. He's our one big investigative lead.
seen him
when he was picked
up, or since.
Someone may have
Maybe
only today.
75
We might find a footprint—I mean, got to locate him, and quick
you
to
cat.
Get
if
WeVe
a pawprint— something.
we
can, before the subject forces
do something. We'll get out a wanted bulletin on the it up in post offices and around. Have you heard from
your father?"
She shook her head. "There's no
telling
when
he'll
return from
the wilds."
wish he were here. You three ought to have someone with
"I
you
nights, but
if I
stayed, this
guy could get awfully
jittery.
We'll keep the house under surveillance, of course, and coordinate the job with the police, and we'll watch you and Mike and Inky no matter where you are." He paced about. "You'll get instructions soon. He's made his move. So he's got to work fast. Do you realize you've got about three hundred thousand dollars there you could run away with?" "To Kathmandu. I've always wanted to go to Kathmandu." He put his hand to her cheek. "What about some more paint-
ing tonight?"
Her eyes
"The kitchen woodwork?" should get overtime working this
smiled.
He nodded.
"I
Again she laughed "That's
my
At the
office,
quietly. "I love you,
overtime. Paid in
who gave him
case."
Zeke Kelso."
full."
Zeke turned the bonds over to the chief a receipt and locked
them
clerk,
in a safe. Afterward,
Zeke drafted teletypes to Washington and the
New
York Field
which co-operated with New Squad in covering Wall Street. With millions of shares changing hands daily, the brokerage houses ran far behind in recording and filing securities, which were stacked high on desks, filing cabinets, and the floors of the back rooms. While the houses employed detectives, messengers and others came and York Police Department's
Division,
First Detective
went
freely
and often
in great haste.
A
million-dollar batch of
might not be discovered missing for two or three months. Since they were insured, neither the houses nor investors
securities
suffered.
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At 6:45 he conferred with Supervisor Newton, who was not mood. He had had to cancel a bowling date. Newton said, "I knew something like this would happen. I knew it when
in the best
I
up
got
this
morning. What've you got in mind?"
we have
"Well," said Zeke, going straight to the point, "since
no lead whatsoever on the kidnapper, except for the dubious description given us by Mrs. Macdougall, but we do have an ident on the cat—"
"An ident?" "We know what he looks
like."
"Like a black cat."
"With white whiskers.
"Wanted
I
thought we'd get up a wanted notice."
what? Murder?"
for
"Not exactly a wanted notice but something I figure, if he's it off,
or
to start
still
knowing
alive, he's
like that.
going to try to escape, and
The way
may
this cat as well as I do, he's certainly
one awful ruckus, and someone
pull
going
may hear him."
They agreed nothing much could be done until morning. Agents then would begin a discreet check of the neighborhood, working in an ever-widening radius, questioning housewives and children. They would search, too, for pawprints. The office already had D.C.'s prints from two previous cases in which he had worked as an FBI informant under the designation of X-14. Moreover, since the FBI now had primary jurisdiction, the office would take over the surveillance of the Randalls and the Randall home from the police. The police, however, would continue to co-operate.
"He answers
to a silent whistle,"
Zeke informed Newton. "We'll
work the city." heard yet," Newton
get a supply and send agents out to "That's the
men
silliest
thing I've
said.
"Grown Our
going around blowing on whistles that don't whistle.
casualties'U
be high."
"Casualties?"
"People phoning the police about a psycho in their neighborhood."
Newton
"You come up with some of the just might work."
rose to stretch.
craziest ideas, Kelso, but this
77
When
Zeke returned a
the kitchen
woodwork
little
for
a lot of muscle. I'm not used to
"Come
had been sanding
after nine, Patti
an hour, and was exhausted. "Takes it."
on. You're just getting started."
"You're a slave driver," she said, knowing he was determined
keep her mind
to
off
the kidnapping.
Whenever he caught her
he would give her a swat, and
staring into space,
say,
"Hey, I'm
not paying you to stand around."
Country music twanged loudly from the television in the living room, where Ingrid and
what they
is
called
it.
Web
were studying. Studying? That Ingrid had planned to take Web to her
bedroom, where she had an old portable television
set she dearly
loved but Patti had put her foot down. "Father wouldn't like
"He "But
I
am— and
I
speak for him."
Ingrid had resorted to tears, a favorite ploy. horrible that you'd think that about
Or
it."
isn't here."
is it
me? You
Web.
How
"It's
horrible,
could you,
sis?
don't trust me. Is that what's
thrown you
into a
grow
I die first.
People
spin? I hope I never, never get these far-out ideas
when they
old. I
get old.
hope
They
get uptight about
sex.
"Are you finished?" Patti asked. Ingrid nodded, and Patti said, "You're putting on an act, it. You know I trust you, and I Web. But I don't think we should hurt our father. He was brought up thinking two kids shouldn't get together in the bedroom for study or games, and I don't think we should make an
Inky Randall, and you know
trust
issue of
not have
it
and worry him.
all
I'll
grant you that older people
may
the answers but they might—just might— have a few,
and I'm not so sure that your generation or mine has any better batting average." "It's
not only that— but everybody watches
me
all
the time.
You
watch me, and Daddy does, like I was about to go bananas. Web was talking about it the other night." Mike broke in. "You could get into a lot of trouble if we didn't." Patti said coldly, "Don't you want to go clip a poodle?" 78
"Okay, okay." Mike took everyone's so quick to "I don't
off.
Ingrid continued. "I don't understand
"I don't get it,"
jump on
why
teen-agers."
know," Patti said slowly.
"I guess, well,
maybe
it's
because teen-agers are more interesting than other age groups. They're emerging from childhood into themselves, the world about them. But
know
was watching you.
I
I'll
watch
me
discovering
maturity,
it isn't
fair—and
I didn't
You know
after this.
I
love you."
Ingrid was not about to be mollified.
"When
I
grow up and
have children—" "You'll
be
just like dad. You'll love
them, and be scared to
death something will happen to them, and be unreasonable." "I
wish D.C. was here and
could rub his neck and hear him
She invariably changed the subject when she no longer
purr."
wanted last
I
to discuss a matter.
winter?
He
"Web
misses him, too.
Remember
studied with us almost every night."
18 Patti bling, a
awakened
that Saturday night to the house trem-
door rattling as
if
someone were shaking
it,
a
window
banging, and a branch of the big old native walnut scraping the stucco.
With a
start,
she
remembered the geraniums
ated flower pots on the concrete wall.
send the big ceramic
jars
it
was
12:52.
to avoid
awakening Ingrid, and
Zeke had been gone scarcely an hour. Clutch-
ing a robe about her, she walked noiselessly
stopped to look in on Mike, of bed.
in the decor-
the gale would
crashing to the ground.
She slipped out of bed quietly noted
Any minute
down
who was sprawled
the hall. She
half in, half out
She continued toward the back door, and with each
grew more uneasy. She resisted an impulse to turn on a She was safer in the dark, she believed. Stepping outside, she had to brace herself. The wind whipped
step
light.
79
through her robe and gown and tore at her
hair.
She hurried
through stark blackness, driven by a compulsion that was strange
She had the idiotic thought she might be gunned down by Mrs. Macdougall. Reaching the wall, she took the first jar down. Her robe billowed out behind her, and then snapped around to cover her head. Hysterically she fought it and freed to her.
herself. It
was then she heard the phone. The ring seemed an inherent more jarring discord in the strange
part of the wild night, one
cacophony. In her haste, she caught a foot in the garden hose.
She staggered but regained her balance. She prayed Ingrid would not answer. She had decided in her this man. Gasping for breath, she took the
own mind how
she would
handle
call in
the kitchen.
"What's the matter with you?" he asked. His tone was tough.
She had the decided impression he was faking
"You got me out of a sound "Anyone on the line?" ,
it.
sleep."
"No."
"You got an extension?" "Yes."
"Your boy friend on
it?
The FBI
guy, Zeke Kelso?"
She caught her breath, then hastened to cover her shock.
"He
left
an hour ago."
"You told him?" "Of course not." "You're lying, you little—"
"I'm hanging
"Don't fake laughed.
"It's
up—if you're going to talk like that." it, you damn little broad." Unexpectedly he okay, kid.
I'll
take on the
FBI anytime. Stupid
They don't worry me. But I told you if you was coming for you and your kid sister—"
outfit.
in I
"Look, mister, can
we
get
down
called the fuzz
to business?"
saw the cops going into your house." "Sure, you saw them. They were all over the neighborhood, "I
after all that shooting."
80
"What
didja
tell
them?"
"Nothing. What'd
"You re "Get
He
I
know about
it?"
lying."
Good-bye."
lost.
shouted for her to hold on, then said
way of
huffy. I got a
"What about our
softly,
"Don't get
straightening out broads."
cat?"
"That's better. He's okay."
"What're you feeding him?" "Fresh
liver.
What
didja do with the paper?"
under the bed."
"It's
"You counted
it?"
"Of course." "I
knew you would.
You're one of them broads don't trust
her old grandma. Okay, once, kid. Here's
You
got one. I
now
what you
get this. I'm going to say
do.
saw you going
Take the bonds into his joint
to
when
it
only
your broker. I
was casing
him to sell them." "He knows I haven't got that kind of money." "Tell him your mom left them for you kids and you're just getting around to cashing 'em in. Tell him you got to have a check the next day. You got a big deal coming up. Don't fool around, if you want to see your cat again. Get the check and take it to your bank and get fifties and hundreds." "They'll ask what I want with so much cash." you. Tell
you got a deal going with an oddball
"Tell 'em
Some
in
Las Vegas.
old geezer who's cheating the tax people and does business
only in cash."
He
listen, kid,
get back to you in a couple of days
I'll
know where
to
'I've got to
laughed. "That's sure the God's truth.
Now
let
you
meet me and get your cat back."
have proof you've got him."
She heard him suck in
me what
and
his breath.
I've got to do. I've got a
"I'm not playing unless I
"You got to? Don't you
tell
notion—"
know
we're going to get our cat
back."
81
"You re steaming me, chick. I got it building up. I'd love get my hands on you— and your kid sister. A double bill." "You want the three hundred thousand or don't you?"
He was quiet a long moment, and He had not thought this far ahead. At
last
he said
quietly,
"The
cat's
she
knew he was
to
floored.
okay."
"What's he got around his neck?" she asked.
"A red
collar
and a
tag."
"What's on the tag?"
"How'd
I
know?
I don't
go around looking at tags on
cats."
"Put the tag in the mail."
"Okay, chick. cat's
okay."
He
wrong and you
I
You
wouldn't fool you.
my
got
raised his voice suddenly. "But
word. The
anything goes
if
come up with the money, that cat's dead. let him bleed to death. make you watch him die— and I'm going to rape both of you don't
I'm going to shoot darts into him and I'll
and strangle you, and
I'll
take your kid sister
first so's
you can
watch."
She shouted back me, mister. going to
fall
at him. "Don't try that scare
I don't scare.
I'll
get you the
technique on
money—but
I'm not
apart every time you say boo!"
"Shut up, you—"
She broke
in.
"And you'd
better have our cat in
—or you're not going to get one dime." She slammed up the receiver, and
good condition
sat stunned, too
much
in
shock to move.
19
Bogie returned to the apartment shortly after 3 a.m. He had stopped at a bar to belt a few. He needed them to lower his
blood pressure, after what he had gone through on the phone
with that broad.
He 82
took the steps slowly, to prove to himself he could walk a
He
straight line.
He was
could.
conscious of the quiet.
The
and the quiet was about as nerve scratching as the whang-whang-whang. Auntie was in the kitchen. With her hair in curlers, her big ears showing, and the nose seemingly honed sharper than ever, carrousel
had quit a couple
she was frightening.
The
of hours ago,
old rhinoceros. She could play in one
them horror movies without makeup. "Well?" Her old gimlet eyes went over him like a scanner. If he so much as belched, she would pounce on him. The of
old she-devil. "She's a tough, hard-nosed dame,"
"You blew gave
"I
it
he
said.
it!"
to her like
we
said
and she
gives
me
yak I'm not
till I get my hands on her." "You touch her before we get our dough and I'll blow you to kingdom come. You hear, boy? Sit down. I made you hot coffee. Sober you up. I know where you been."
taking from any broad. Wait
He repeated his conversation with the older Randall girl. He sipped the coffee and remembered to take pills from three bottles. He had a dozen lined up along the back of the drainboard. "I figured
her wrong. She's no pushover."
"Got spunk, huh?" Auntie laughed
She got
my boy's
shrilly.
"She got your goat.
goat."
you wait." "Makes no difference. She's got to play it our way. You did good, 'cept you got to simmer down. This is business. Big business. No getting het up. Kinda gives me the willies about the "Just
FBI
fellow."
He out.
pulled Ingrid's bra from a hip pocket and smoothed
"No sweat.
he gets to smellrn' around too
If
we've got one cat and two
He that
finished the
FBI
cup of
girls,
close, well,
it
now,
haven't we, Auntie?"
coffee.
"You know I'm smarter than
guy. Right?"
"My pa used to
say,
never wave a red flag at a bull."
S3
"It's
not a federal crime."
"You sure
it
ain't?"
what the Doc
"That's
But the cops could get us for
says.
we
theft— stealing a cat— or destruction of property— if off.
I'm quoting the
"She's
Doc on
gone to the
"She's told her
losin'
a
Misdemeanors."
that.
police."
boy
but
friend, too,
wad of money
"Those Wall Street guys
who
cares?"
sink.
"Bond market's been droppin.
sittin'
around
She put the dishes in the
We're
him
kill
you
steal
"Nothing's honest any more.
waitin'."
blind."
Time was when you could
trust
a soul."
He
peeled
off his shirt.
"Could be. Been on
With Auntie
"Cat kicked
my bed
all
off yet?"
day. Hasn't flicked an ear."
he headed for the bedroom. "Good
trailing,
thing she asked for the tag now.
We
might've buried
him with
the collar on."
He
switched on the bedroom light and stopped to reconnoiter.
D.C. was sprawled midway of the bed. "Whatcha think?" "Can't rightly say." She walked to the bed and stared down.
"Sure hate to see the
little
fellow go."
At the bed, he bent down
to
undo the
collar.
The
cat sure
enough was dead. Cold as Bogie's cousin Rickey, the time Bogie
went
into the police
He was two
feet.
morgue
to identify him.
slipping the collar off
when
the corpse jetted himself
With no warning, he became a screaming,
spitting
mass
of blurred black. Bogie sprang back a couple of steps, and
over a chair that disintegrated with splintering sound
The corpse landed on
all
bed, his fangs showing.
fours and advanced
He was now
to the
fell
effects.
edge of the
looking straight
down on
Bogie and giving every evidence he intended to leap on him with
all
four sets of tree-sharpened talons. Scrambling wildly,
Bogie got to his feet and backed to the door. Only then did he notice Auntie
had collapsed with
"Almost got you," she
84
said.
laughter.
"He coulda
killed
me. Mighta torn
my eyeballs
out.
Damn
little
savage."
how D.C. did it, but at that One second he was on the bed, with all
Neither could ever figure out point he disappeared.
the hissing, spitting stops pulled out, and the next, gone. Auntie
looked under the bed and in the clothes closet. "He's gotta be in this room," Bogie said, "and
him him.
.
.
.
I'll
he did
to
don't worry, I just
wont
kill
get
away with
find
him. Killing's too good for
gouge out an eye to teach him he
me and
when we can't
do what
it."
up on the bedroom. In the living room, they peered under the sofa and the television set, and behind books. In the kitchen, Bogie discovered the window up a couple of inches. After a few minutes they gave
"You crazy old
fool,"
he screamed.
"He's too big to get under there."
"Not
this cat."
Nevertheless, Bogie got
down on
all
fours to look under the
stove, then idly poked into the cat carrier sitting alongside. What happened then was pure slaughter. D.C. fastened his teeth about Bogie's nose, and, hanging on, brought his claws up in a quick, slashing movement that knifed across Bogie's neck and naked shoulders. Bogie screamed and grabbed at him but D.C. lurched and pitched and escaped. Where he went, Bogie did not know, did not care, and did not
attempt to learn.
20
Zeke had slept only an hour when an FBI technician
home and
talked
with Miss Randall. Within a half hour, Zeke was in the
office,
reported the subject had phoned the Randall and, over and over, played the tape. subject's ingenuity.
himself for a
He had
to
admire the
The kidnapper could have fenced the bonds of 25 per cent, or $75,000. But this way
maximum
85
He had
he would net the entire $300,000, or $225,000 more. flair
for the imaginative. His conversation
and
his
a
bravado in
prowling the neighborhood and the Randall house reflected an ego that might motivate him to undertake a highly reckless and adventurous move.
His ego, too, explained his flagrant contempt for the FBI
and the them.
police.
He knew
He would
they knew—but he was too clever for
outwit them. This was a chess game, and he,
a master. His scare technique
was
he
he was a meant exactly what
excellent. Either
talented actor, which Zeke doubted, or he said.
Zeke drew up a Wanted Notice. Such
notices, of course,
invariably for the apprehension of a subject. But D.C.
a subject.
He
wrote,
For Questioning.
Wanted— For
He was
losing
were
was not
Questioning, then struck out,
mind.
his
He
Wanted—Information Concerning Whereabouts.
substituted,
Quickly,
he
added,
Do
not capture. Report information immediately by phone
to the
FBI
or the police. Description follows: Black, weighs 25
pounds, has prematurely white whiskers
Now
.
.
.
Who
would look for white whiskers on a cat? In fact, he had never noticed them on D.C. until Patti had mentioned it. Still, maybe cat fanatics— and that was the proper word for them— might be whisker-conscious. He hoped Patti would not see the Wanted Notice. She would come unglued if she read Do not capture. If anybody saw the blasted cat, she would want the party to pick him up and phone
that
her.
was
silly.
She wouldn't care about apprehending the
subjects.
He sat a few minutes in revery. He wondered what his life would be like with Patti and the cat. Patti had said she would arrange for D.C. to sleep somewhere other than in the bedroom. But he could see the monster sneaking in some night and jumping up on the bed. Maybe when it was cold or rainy. He would appear heartless if he ordered the cat out. Patti had mentioned repeatedly
"He needs
how much
love," she said, "the
same
affection this feline needed. as
we
all
do/'
Love? This cat needed love the way Dillinger needed 86
it.
dawn Sunday,
Shortly after
agents spread out in Sherman Oaks
to search for D.C.'s pawprints. "If lion's,
they're his,"
you see tracks that look
like
a
Zeke had told them.
Other agents began Operation Silent Whistle in the same area
and would
later
work Studio City and Encino. The next day
another group would leave at 7 a.m. to talk with schoolchildren
and
distribute photos.
One unthinking
agent suggested the use of bloodhounds. Zeke
quickly vetoed that. Not only would the bloodhounds announce their
approach but they might render the victim asunder.
Zeke was
tered Ingrid and
Zeke
aside. "I
sis like this.
"Leave
it
Web
was
He
Randall home.
late for breakfast at the
encoun-
leaving for Sunday school. Ingrid took
you wouldn't get here.
afraid
She didn't get any sleep
I've
never seen
after the call came."
to me."
Ingrid smiled
up
him
at
adoringly. "You're
good
for her, Zeke.
She needs a strong man."
She returned to Web, who
said,
"Boy,
if
you lived
in Saudi
Arabia you could marry him, too." "Don't be gross, Web." They crossed the lawn toward Zacharia,
parked
at the curb.
"As
Dystrophy, and each
was
I
girl's
saying, I'm walking for
a dollar to the cause for each mile
me do
go alone because of what if
he caught
me by
I
I
walk, only Patti won't let
this horrible, horrible
myself, but
with me, she said okay.
Muscular
got a sponsor. Greg's mine. He's paying
wanted
when
I
said you'd be walking
to cancel out
we're to do what we've planned, and
it's
man might
but Zeke says
good therapy. Takes
things off our minds."
Web "I
stared in shock. "I'm walking with you?"
knew you'd want
to,
Web.
It
means
so
much
to people suffer-
ing from this terrible disease. Little children— breaks your heart." stole
my
"Michael Randall," she said in the peremptory tone she
re-
Mike came tearing out
of the house, shouting,
"You
bottles."
87
served for him, "I did not steal your old bottles.
and when gave
my
this child the
them
to the
know why but
get
I
"One
.
."
She turned
monopoly on the Coke
I
borrowed ten
to
Web. "Daddy
bottles,
work
since the rest of us have to
because he
it's
and he returns
is
I
don't
for our allowance,
a child."
Mike said, "and twenty-five cents interest." him and he left. Web hurried around to the driver's
dollar,"
Patti called
and was surprised
side
.
market and keeps the deposit money, only
suppose
I
allowance
to find Ingrid
the door for him. "What're
"Helping you in the
He pushed on
behind him. She opened
you doing?" he asked, wide-eyed.
car."
She returned to her
side.
the ignition but nothing happened. "You count-
ing on walking far?" "Ten, twelve miles."
He
quit working on the ignition. "Ten, twelve miles! You'd die.
The human body isn't—" "Very well, I'll go by myself and
I'd die.
have nightmares about forever."
phone
He had
me
get
if I
murdered you
for the rest of your
She had briefed him when he
first
life.
will
Forever and
arrived about the
call.
sat staring.
eaten,
maybe.
She was basically
intelligent.
He
want
said weakly, "I
to,
Something she
Inky, but I've got
fallen arches."
He was
struck
by a
brilliant thought.
"Why
the ten bucks directly to Muscular Dystrophy.
doesn't
Greg give
Why walk?"
She was patient with him. "Because we should make a That's what's
wrong with the world. People give
sacrifice.
of their
money
but not of themselves."
"You read
it
somewhere."
She patted him on the knee.
He
couldn't believe
it.
"What're
you doing?" "Patting you on the knee."
He your
got the motor started and eased into tree.
Last week you wouldn't
the movie, and later took street.
88
my
You've gone bananas."
let
me
traffic.
"You're out of
go Dutch and paid for
elbow and helped me across the
"Just an experiment/'
"Experiment?"
"How "I'll
when
does the male react
reversed?
It's
the male-female roles are
my sociology class." male reacts." He put an arm
an assignment for
show you how the
"Web Web!"
her and pulled her to him.
I
around
she cried. "You'll have
an accident."
The warning came
He pushed
too late.
and surprised the
instead of the brake
the accelerator pedal
hell out of the driver
ahead.
21
Over bacon and eggs
and Her talk was slow, her mind fogged, and he was frightened. He saw the night's ravages, and cringed inwardly, and knew anger. He wanted to lash out at this unseen enemy who had done this to her. He knew frustration, too, the stark fact that this commission of a crime must run its course and he could do little to shorten it. She had to suffer Zeke discussed the phone
through
it
alone, a cancer patient awaiting the results of tests.
"He chose Saturday night have
all
at the kitchen table, Patti
call.
day Sunday
to
to call you,"
worry about
She nodded. "He meant
it
Zeke
said, "so
you'd
it."
when he
talked about Inky and
me, what he'd do."
"Hard to tell." "No use to soften She got up.
it.
"I forgot
We
said we'd
your milk.
be honest with each other."
Why
don't
you drink
coffee like
everyone else over twenty?"
She spilled the milk She continued, I've
in
pouring
"I told
it.
Inky to go ahead with the walk but
had second thoughts.
It's
a
risk,
isn't it?
Even with FBI
agents everywhere, something might go wrong. She'll be a decoy. If
anything should happen
"For heaven's sake,
." .
.
Patti, quit torturing yourself.
Don't visu-
89
could happen. You
alize everything that
freeway on your way to work. You might
He
break your neck."
One
may get down
fall
killed
on the
the stairs and
took a gulp of milk. "One hour at a time.
hour."
He
buttered a piece of toast lavishly and smeared
was good, she thought
apricot jam. It
man.
He was
such a calming influence.
game with death shaking
with
it
watch a hungry could sit in on a crap
idly, to
He
the dice, and the players yelling and
screaming, and never raise his voice.
"What's with couldn't
silent-whistle business?"
this
you go out and
call kitty, kitty,
he asked.
"Why
way everyone
the
else
does?"
me—but
"You're trying to divert
to play the game, well, I
grown male
and if you've ever studied child psychology you'd know that you warn them when you want them to come in so they can prepare themthink
it's
degrading to
call
a
kitty,
kitty,
selves mentally."
"You mean
cat—"
this
"His name's D.C."
"Okay, okay. You mean D.C. has to prepare himself mentally?" "Right." She mustered a smile.
"And
don't give
because your knowledge of cat psychology
is
me an argument
zilch."
"For which I'm thankful."
"What
is it,
Mike?" Mike stood
in the door.
eavesdropped but he enjoyed sneaking up and
He
never exactly
listening.
held out a small, hairy object that looked dead. "Mrs.
Macdougall found
He
He
offered
it
it
to
mustache," he said.
in the bushes near her kitchen door." Patti,
who drew
probably fake." Zeke pocketed
"One minute,"
back. Zeke took
it.
"A
"A false mustache. Everything about him was it.
"Thanks, Mike."
Patti said. "What're those boxes of
worms doing
on the service porch?" "I'm getting ready to market them."
"You market them today, you hear. And get the dogs out of the garage and the alligator out from under your bed." 90
"He's only a baby alligator. I'm getting
cents a
fifty
day
to
look after him."
"You heard me, Mike." "Okay, sergeant."
He
scooted out before she could deliver a
reprimand.
Zeke
said,
"Kids have a rough time."
She laughed. "He's got more ideas for making money than a conglomerate, and the amazing thing off.
Did you know he has a good
is
that most of
now
start
for his
them pay
first
year of
college?"
They planned the next Zeke, folding his napkin,
day. "First thing we've got to do," said "is to
arrange for you to take the bonds
to your broker. You've got to play-act this all the subject's got
someone on the inside reporting
"It doesn't
make
sense," she said.
mind why, the most two thousand dollars." .
.
.
Zeke walked about,
way
to him."
"No broker
much paper work,
nobody bothers bonds
all
lifted the lid
on a pot
right
was
for
many
it.
accounts,
deal in such big figures that in their rush
to ask questions.
and
his
and smelled
roast,
They handle
the time, not knowing they're stolen.
broker, of course,
in
stock I ever bought at one time
"You'd be surprised. Brokerage houses have so so
in case the
set
it
up
for
you
to
go
stolen stocks
and
I'll
talk
with your
in.
And
the same
with the bank the next day."
She pushed back her
chair, her eyes fixed
on him. They had
alarm stamped on both. "What's the matter?" he asked, feeling the earth tremble.
She said slowly, house, the bank.
"I
go through the motions. The brokerage
What do
I
pay the ransom with
if I
don't sell
the bonds?"
Zeke cleared
his
throat.
"You
can't
sell
them. They're not
They were stolen from a New York brokerage house." want those bonds back." Her jaw was set. It was a bad sign. "They're not yours, Patti, and they're not mine. They belong—" "I heard you." The tone was cold as a Maine outhouse in
yours. "I
91
December. "You don't have perfectly "Patti,
to repeat everything to
you're trying to avoid answering
three hundred thousand in
do
hear
I
please-"
you saying
'That's another thing. I don't like
when
me.
all right."
fifties
my
please,
Patti,
questions. I don't have
and hundreds
for the ransom,
I?"
"We'll
"And
fix
up
a
dummy package." man
wait while this
I
goes through
before he turns
it
over D.C.?" "No. You arrange to exchange the package for him at the same time and we'll close in the minute you get the cat— I mean
D.C." "You're positive you'll capture
him when we make the pay-
ment? No doubt about getting D.C. back?" "Not absolutely positive but—" "Then there would be no risk in paying the three hundred thousand dollars, would there?" "Well, you see—" I see.
"Patti, please,
no
one's going to risk three
hundred thousand
dollars for a cat."
He had erred. "I see,
Fatally.
Mr. Kelso." She
He knew it immediately. rose. "I'm not certain I
man who places money above human "But
it's
not
want
marry a
to
considerations."
my money."
"Call the brokerage house."
"And
tell
"Exactly.
them,
tell
them
That we've got
that risked his
life as
serves everything the
"The Bureau wants
?" .
.
to
.
ransom a
cat.
A
an FBI informant. For
FBI can to
beautiful black cat
his country.
He
de-
do."
do everything
it
can— for him,
for
you
and Inky." "Except pay the three hundred thousand dollars that
I
you with— and now I'm asking for it back. Now, today." "The Bureau has it-and the Bureau won't let me have 9*
trusted
it
back.
"
"
It's
.
.
about.
.
it's
It's
not exactly 'human considerations' we're talking
a cat."
"You may not know
it,
Mr. Kelso, since you have shown such
antagonism toward the species, but there are millions of good
Americans who consider that a cat family,
whom we
love as I love
is
people, a
Mike and
member
whom we
Inky,
of the
protect
and look after, and from whom we get more love than we do from most of the species that calls itself homo sapiens." "I know," he said weakly. "You've hated him from the beginning— and if they kill ." him He saw his chance. As John Kennedy once said, if you see an opening, grab the ball and run. "I'd suffer, Patti, because I love you, and that calls for loving everything and anything you do." "If that's true, you'd give me the three hundred thousand .
.
dollars
som
back that you've absconded with, so
I
could get the ran-
together."
He moved coldly,
to take her into his
arms. "Not now," she said
"and maybe never."
That did
it.
"Don't
tell
me," he said angrily, "you love the cat
more than you do me?" Now he had the issue in the open. She had to make a decision. He had no doubt what it would be. She said, "I read something in 'Ann Landers' today—" "Ann Landers! What's she got to do—" "A woman wrote in." Patti moved to get the clipping from where she had parked it between jars on the drainboard. She read, "
1 have always known
that people
not to be trusted. Such a person
underhanded.
I
who
don't like cats are
invariably mean, vicious, and
is
have never met a cat hater
who
wasn't a
scoundrel.'
She raised her voice not marry a person
slightly. " 'A
who
person
who
loves cats should
does not share these feelings. Such
marriages are destined to fail. A cat hater should marry his own kind—they deserve each other. The ancient Egyptians were the wisest of all. Anyone who hated a cat was put to death.' .
.
.
93
She returned
it
"Tommyrot!"
between the
to the crack
He
jars.
could scarcely believe his hearing. Patti was
an intelligent woman. Except on
this
one subject. "What'd Ann
Landers say?" "Doesn't matter."
He maneuvered "1 have
aloud,
around her
He
get the clipping.
to
read
learned, after seventeen years of writing this
column, that cat lovers are the most fiercely dedicated segment of society in all the world. lays
on a
it
bit heavy, in
.
.
my
.
Death
opinion/
She removed the engagement ring and put
want time
He
to think
it
however,
to all cat haters, " it
on the
table.
1
over."
couldn't resist saying, "Sure, talk
over with D.C.— and
it
phone Ann Landers."
He
started to leave, then turned back. "Patti— you're
my
whole
Always will be—wedding or no wedding." At the door, he added, "I've got a case to work. I'm going protect you— unless you want another agent assigned." life.
She shook her head.
"We
can be friends." She said
in the heroic spirit of let-the-past-die.
He
"Good
it
to
gallantly,
friends."
groaned. "I never thought," he said sadly, "we'd be friends."
22 Bogie had rented the armor serviced the film studios. waist, the like steel
He
at
Western Costume, which
wore only the pieces above the
upper body, neck, and head
but was
plastic. It
weighed
parts.
little
The armor looked
and he found
it
quite
mobile.
"Smart thinking," he told Auntie, raising carrousel music. 'The
little
butcher
isn't
his voice
going to cut
above the
me up
this
time."
Auntie had plastered tape across the bridge of his nose to cover D.C.'s knife-like slashes,
and the same with the long neck wounds.
Bogie would have killed the cat on the spot but Auntie had
94
pulled her Saturday Night Special on him, and his anger had quickly simmered.
He
didn't think she
gun had brought him
sight of the
would have shot him, but
to the realization
he could
blow the setup. The two slipped through the door to the kitchen, where Auntie had enticed D.C. He was curled up before the refrigerator, enjoying the
He watched
was
stranger she
warm
air
pumped out
all right.
at floor level.
He
liked her. For a and fed him, and had She petted
her enter out of sleepy eyes.
He didn't stir until he caught sight of and he associated the armor with cement Bogie. One trucks, the vacuum cleaner, and the lawn mower. They were monsters of destruction. With one leap, he hit the drainboard, and another, the top of the refrigerator. He could go no higher. He stood with his weight shifted backward, in a pouncing position. His fur stood up, and his muscles tensed and trembled, doctored his wounds. glance,
ready to react in a their
normal
showed
size,
his fangs
second to a command. His eyes, twice
split
were
just
crazed enough to strike terror.
He
but restrained the hissing-spitting equipment.
Bogie laughed. "You ready, Auntie?" "Don't hurt him."
"He
didn't
mind ripping me
up."
." "You hurt him, boy. Bogie needed a chair, and once on .
.
it,
grabbed D.C, who
could not get either his claws or teeth into this plastic man. lurched and twisted and once almost broke the strangle hold.
He He
He used every stratagem he knew. was the same as with man when horses were first ridden into battle, and the advent of gunpowder, and tanks. He had never seen or met armor. Bogie deposited him in the sink and held his hind quarters while Auntie tied up his back legs. Then they did the same to his forelegs. It was an ignominious, bitter experience he would screamed and spat and hissed.
The
situation
never forget. still
He
did not capitulate. Even roped up like a
had tremendous body
thrust.
He would
quit,
calf,
he
pretend he had
given up, then take Bogie by surprise.
95
"What's the matter?" Bogie asked. "Can't get the bottle open/'
"You crazy
fool.
"Don't you
call
Why didn't you open it before we started?" me
names!"
With each month, he was
liking her less
and
less.
He
could
No
reason he should not. One of these days The only problem was how to shake her off. She would follow him, whining. The only alternative was to do away with her. That was an awful thing to think.
operate on his own.
he would
dump
her.
"You're not even worth your thirty per cent."
"Fifty— and don't try any "I
tricks."
wouldn't cut you in at
all
except you took
me
in
and
scraped to make a living rolling drunks."
"Shut up."
She got the bottle open. The label said
up black
for touching
D.C., she
hair.
it
was Lady Clairol—
While he took a
dyed the white whiskers
hold on
vise-like
black.
The job took only a few minutes. They had just untied D.C. when they heard an insistent knock at the corridor door, then a groan of hinges as the door was opened. They froze, including D.C, who sensed a new danger. A thin, high-pitched, scratchy voice called out, "Mr. Bogart." It was the manager.
"Hide the
cat,"
Auntie said, leaving.
In the living room, the manager stood barely inside the door, listening intently.
He was
half-dried prune face this
was
a small, insignificant character whose filled
with suspicion. "I heard a cat in
apartment," he said with asperity.
"We been
'tendm to
tell
you, Mr. Meyer, 'cept
we
ain't
complainin' kind, there's a cat keeps us awake nights.
around 'bout
this
time walkin' around out there. Scares
thing awful. Feared
the
Comes
me
some-
he'll fall off."
Mr. Meyer took several precise steps that brought him to a
window, which he opened. The carrousel music flooded looked up and
down
the ledge.
"Reckon he went home." 96
"No
in.
He
cat out here, Mrs. Bogart."
With the unerring
a hound dog, Mr. Meyer pro-
instinct of
ceeded toward the kitchen. "Here, now, where you goin'?" Auntie called
He pushed through struggling to
out.
into the kitchen, surprising Bogie,
remove the head piece. said. "Been practicing
"Oh, hullo," Bogie
who was
for the play."
Mr. Meyer saw nothing humorous or incongruous in meeting
He
a tenant in a half suit of armor.
peered into the several cat hairs ocelots,
sink,
on
looked the kitchen over,
and gingerly and with disgust brushed up "The rules forbid cats, dogs,
his fingertips.
possums, gophers, skunks, raccoons,
and
lions,
tigers. I
read the rule to you, Mr. Bogart."
"He thinks we've got a cat," Auntie said. "A cat?" Bogie was properly perplexed. Mr. Meyer stopped taking reconnaissance and "I smell a cat.
"That's
my
A
sniffed the air.
scorched cat."
lasagne," Auntie said.
Mr. Meyer opened the oven door and D.C. flew out over his shoulder, leaving in his
enough
to
wake an odor
of singed hair strong
knock over a sober man. Landing on
halted, stunned, then flew to the drainboard
top of the refrigerator.
He was
outraged.
He
his feet,
and thence
D.C.
to the
growled, shook off
lasagne from his right front paw, growled, licked the fur on his rear end,
and growled some more.
dignities in the last
hour than in
He had
suffered
more
in-
his entire life span.
"Why, Auntie, you sneaked him
and
in here
didn't tell me,"
Bogie scolded. Tears came to Auntie's eyes. "I was afeared you wouldn't
me keep
him. Poor
little
fellow."
She turned
to
let
Mr. Meyer. "A
stray. Half-starved."
"A very poor choice
He
of a hiding place," Mr.
have been. Twenty-four hours, Mr. Bogart. within twenty-four hours, rules.
Meyer remarked.
proceeded to the front door. "I'm not a hard man. Never
They may
flaunt
I will
them
in
If
the cat
is
not gone
be forced to evict you. Rules are Washington, but in
my
time
we
were men of honor. Good day." 97
The door burned
closed and Auntie turned on Bogie.
to death.
You no-good,
stupid, crazy
"We're getting rid of him," Bogie
said.
little
"We
"He couldve
shrimp."
got no choice. He's
going to blow the whole deal. We'll drown him in the bathtub."
"Over
my
dead body."
Bogie laughed. "Okay,
if that's
the
way you want it."
She swung about. "Don't go spoutin' you— and I can bury you."
off like that, boy. I raised
23
The Reverend Ron
P.
Hardwaite preached one of
better sermons, according to old Mr. Sears,
who was
the
his
self-
appointed authority on the subject. Patti had to take his word for it.
She did some of her best thinking in church and she put the
time to good use. She had insisted, under protest from Mike and Ingrid, that they all go to services as usual. to
The day promised
be a long, agonizing one of waiting, and though church
tendance would be of questionable value circumstances,
They
filled
it
spiritually,
at-
under the
was a good diversionary measure.
the remainder of the day with onerous chores long
Mike cleaned up his room with only token resistance. and Ingrid tackled the kitchen stove, and then dug out the
neglected. Patti
commonly referred to as the disaster area. Next, with Mike's help, they washed windows till dark. After dinner, they fell into bed, grateful for the numbing effect of exhaustion. At 3 a.m. Patti was still awake and tossing. Now and then Ingrid would come half conscious, mutter, then fall back into a storage closet,
deep
sleep.
Patti was torn apart. She grieved for D.C., wondered if he were being mistreated, if they would ever see him again. She debated whether to permit Inky to take the walk for Muscular Dystrophy. Most of the night, she played the tape of what she
had
said to Zeke,
and he
him, and loving him.
98
to her.
She was alternately furious with
One minute
she told herself she should
swallow her pride and admit she had been wrong. Their wedding was more important than anything in this world. Or was it? More important than principle? More important than D.C.'s
could Zeke possibly risk D.C.'s
And
life?
life?
How
his snide inference that
was not as significant in the scheme of things as a human. money. Her heart pounded at the thought of losing him, and there was a horrible sinking feeling. She remembered how he looked— utterly crushed, a little boy who couldn't go to the circus—when she had taken off the engagement ring. She never had been able to control her temper in highly emotional situations. She should have sat down and reasoned with him. But you couldn't with that man if the subject was D.C. He was polarized. Well, wasn't she? Maybe so, but her polarization had some logic. The next morning Ingrid discovered the engagement ring in a cat
Or
as
the ashtray on the kitchen table. "Sis, did you
She broke "I don't
"Oh,
off.
want
sis,
Mike sauntered
in.
"The wedding's
off."
now Zeke He said—"
"Gosh,
enough.
you
to discuss
know you
left
." .
.
?"
didn't
.
.
.
it."
"Discuss what?" Ingrid held
me
won't get
up the
ring.
into the
FBI when
I get
old
"Nothing's certain in this world," Patti told him. "I'll
say not.
I
clipped the wrong dog yesterday.
The guy who
owns him's awful mad." "I don't want breakfast," Ingrid said, and to Mike, how you can eat like a pig when D.C.'s gone." "Not
eating's not going to get
both of you,
I
want
to tell
As dispassionately
said. "Listen,
you what's happening."
FBI
as she could, she reported that the
dummy
would prepare a quarreled about
D.C. back," Patti
"I don't see
it.
ransom package. She and Zeke had Zeke had refused to return the $300,000 in
bonds she had turned over
to him. "I
never dreamed he'd em-
bezzle them," she said. "If the kidnapper discovers the fake
"But you thought a
man first phoned,"
dummy
Ingrid said.
package was
"When Mike
all
right
suggested
.
when
.
."
the
it."
99
"
'That was entirely different. That was when we thought we were expected to raise the money— and we couldn't. But we don't have to risk D.C.'s life now. If we cashed in the bonds—"
Dad was
Mike said. They had had no answer to had telephoned the motel he had given as a mailing address. He was still on the hunting trip. "You can t blame Zeke," Ingrid said. "It isn't his money, and it isn't the FBI's, and Zeke's got to return it to the brokerage house, and if they won't let him use it, well, it's not Zeke's fault, don't you see, sis?" Patti could scarcely hold in her anger. "He was all for it. He didn't think they should risk their three hundred thousand. Don't you understand, money's more important to him than life?" wish
"I
and
their letter,
"Oh, just
you're being unreasonable.
sis,
want
here,"
Patti
to say that this will
Now
don't interrupt. I
be over soon and
if
you don't say
anything nasty to Zeke—" "I've
never said anything nasty to anybody!"
"—and he
doesn't to you, then
there are harsh words, you
you two can patch
may wreck both
going to talk to Zeke and explain
it
up, but
this."
remember that term paper," Patti said. "I helped you Remember? 'The Effects of Language on Emotions.'
"I it.
"She's always quoting
if
of your lives. I'm
from something," Mike put
they got the babies mixed up in the hospital.
I
in. "I
write
think
don't think she's
ours."
Ingrid turned to Patti. "Why is it, you can divorce your husband but you can't divorce your brother?" "Okay by me," Mike said, "soon as you pay me back the dollar and quarter you owe me." "That's enough, both of you," Patti said.
A short time later, Zeke came by. Patti had desperately hoped he would. Yet she was incensed that he would drop in for breakfast as if nothing had happened. She was quietly courteous and tried to keep her eyes away from him, which she found exceedingly
Zeke 100
this
difficult
and Zeke
to
do. Ingrid
that.
was overly
attentive.
It
was
Zeke himself looked as
He
if
he had climbed
off
a freight train.
kept rubbing his eyes, to push back the weariness.
pleasant and cheerful as a mortician.
He
He was
as
outlined briskly the in-
Bureau was taking. "We'll continue a surveillance on each of you from the time you leave the house until you return. But as I said, don't look around trying to see who's following you. You could tip off the subject. Walk at your normal
vestigative steps the
gait but don't run.
usual routine.
Give the guys
When you
tailing
go to the
you a break. Follow your
rest
room, go with someone.
Hey, Mike, are you listening? That means you, this guy's
may not
ignored you in talking with your
try
because
mean he
something with you."
"Web's got band practice
"Then you wait
"We
too. Just
sister doesn't
in the
after school," Ingrid said.
band room
until
he
finishes."
usually stop at Izzy's."
"Not tonight. Come straight home. Too much can happen in a crowded place. And all three of you stay put when you get home. Don't you and Web go anyplace, Inky, and Mike, no clipping in the garage tonight. Stay in the house. tain tight security over the
We
can main-
house but not the yard or garage."
"Mrs. Macdougall will," Mike said.
Another time Zeke would have laughed. Patti to
Now
he instructed
proceed directly from the house to the Beverly Hills
brokerage firm.
He had
placed the package originally containing
the bonds in her car behind the drivers seat.
was empty, he it to her broker and talk a few minutes with him. He had been briefed and would arrange the next day to issue her a non-negotiable check. From outside came the blare of a horn blown by Web. Not a car horn but a band horn. Inky picked up her books and went said, averting his eyes.
It
She would deliver
Zeke rose to leave. "You forgot your ring,"
flying.
Patti said. "It's there in the ashtray."
He drew a deep breath. "Why don't we leave it there? You may need it later." When he was gone, Mike cleared the table, stacking the dishes with
much
clatter in the sink. Patti
watched him over the
last of
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the coffee.
He was
such a happy youngster, never got angry,
always had a comeback for their banter. sisters,
he must
with two older
Still,
they were ganging up on him. common, but with Mike, well, it was interested in raising worms and clipping
feel at times that
She and Inky had much awfully hard getting
in
dogs.
"Mike, remember what Zeke said. So play
He
brightened. "I didn't
pushed around
know anyone
around— and
if
cool today, huh?"
way
I
get
in this family."
now you know. We've
"Well,
it
cared, the
got to have someone to push
anything happened to you
The broker was an
." .
.
He
old friend of her father's.
warmly, opened the package, looked
in,
bid was, and wrote up a sales order.
He
told her
greeted her
what the
latest
asked about the family
and how her work was going. Only when she was leaving did he say sub rosa, pretending to talk into the phone, "I was shocked to hear about this. If I can
thing at
all."
do anything,
call
me
at
home. Any-
People were so good in a time of catastrophe.
As per Zeke's
instructions, she left her car in
its
usual
stall
on
the fourth floor of a parking building near the Exclusive Shop,
and waited a minute driven by an
FBI
until a car pulled in a short distance
agent.
She proceeded then
Zeke had been concerned about complex. The agent rode
this
away,
to the elevator.
huge, often lonely parking
down with
her in the elevator, and
struck off in the opposite direction.
The day was hectic, and she was thankful. She didn't realize how bad she looked until an old war-horse said, "You must get your sleep, dearie. You can't burn the candle at both ends even if you are a
slip of a girl."
She resisted a compulsion
to
burn her
at
one end.
At noon she returned home. She did not expect a message
in
the mailbox and there was none. She assumed, and Zeke did, too, that the kidnapper
delivery until she
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would not submit instructions for the ransom had collected the money from the bank. He
FBI and the police, if they were more advance notice than necessary. Ingrid and Mike phoned her twice that day. They did it of their own volition, and she loved them for it. Zeke did not call and she could have cried. would not want
working the
to give the
case,
That evening she pulled house. Ingrid and
Web
into a dark
driveway alongside a dark
would not be due
for another half
hour
but Mike should have arrived, and should have turned on the lights.
He
always did. She slammed the car door harder than she
intended, and stood peering into the gloom.
She heard
shuffling footsteps
on the sidewalk, the slow walk of
an older man. Wilbur took shape a few feet away and she called but he did not hear. More and more he kept his hearing aid turned
off,
the world tuned out.
He had
allowed once that the
reason for the increase in suicides was hearing the news. "Pshaw,
you read the papers, and bend an ear to the TV, and go ." movies, and the only way out's to kill yourself
A light
came on
in their fathers
her call was answered by Mike.
to the
room and she relaxed. Inside, didn't you turn on the
"Why
lights?"
"Energy
crisis/'
The energy shortage had been hard on D.C.
A
black cat in a
dark room got stepped on or kicked. She wished she could ex-
to the
many things she wanted to tell him. How long when they left on a trip, why they had to veterinarian, why he had to eat other food be-
how
they could not see him in the dark even though
plain to D.C. So
they would be gone take
him
sides tuna,
he could see them. So many things. But even without the explanations, he never held an accident against them.
He
forgave
them what must have seemed to him to be transgressions. He adapted to changes. He welcomed them back after long absences and showed his love by never letting them out of his sight until days after their return. He never expected too much. A little food and love, the freedom to prowl. She was headed for the kitchen when she heard the businesslike knock. She was startled, but shouldn't have been since she 103
recognized
it.
Any unexpected
noise these days, though, scram-
bled her nerves.
As
Greg was dressed immaculately. She had never seen He probably even wore
usual,
him
in a sport shirt, never without a tie.
one
in the shower.
"How've you been, Patti?" "Fine," she answered tersely. She was not about to resume diplomatic relations with D.C.'s mortal enemy. She had more loyalty than that, and Greg Baiter should know it, and get lost. "How's D.C.? I haven t seen the old boy around lately." "I imagine he struck you off his calling list. A fiend who'd try to set a little cat
on
fire."
He was
'Til let that pass."
quite noble about the matter. "You
missed anything pertaining to him?'' "Like what?"
He handed
"Like so."
"Didn't you notice
it
her D.C.'s metal identification tag.
was gone?
I don't
know how
he's
been
getting service in bars."
"Where'd you get
this?"
"Any reward?" "Stop playing games."
"Came in the mail. Addressed to me—with this note inside." The note was on a white scratch sheet, three inches by five. read, "Kindly
hand
It
to Miss Patti Randall."
Greg snatched the note out of her hands and returned it She was flustered and his lawyer eyes took notes on
wallet.
to his legal-
sized paper.
"Some "It's
child must've found
it,"
she said.
not a child's writing."
"No—no, "Where
it isn't."
is
D.C.?"
"I don't understand.
"Puzzling,
isn't it?
Why would anyone send it to you?"
In Bartlett versus Pearson, the plaintiff re-
ceived a cowhide—"
She interrupted. "May velope or whatever
104
it
I
came
please have the note and the enin?"
"I
assume you want them as evidential material/'
"Please,
may
I
.
.
7*
.
must assume something of a revolting nature has taken
"I
place.
Someone died
of shock as the result of a criminal act on
You could stab him— and he'd be sitting
the part of your cat. I'm sure D.C. did not die.
him, shoot him, hang him, and run over
somewhere washing
my
faces in
She slammed the door, instantly regretted "I
with innocent
his ears. I've seen criminals
years practicing law but—" it,
and opened
it.
apologize—" "Accepted." "I
shouldve slammed
"As an attorney, sion."
and
He
I'll
"You
I
it
harder.
keep
started away. "Let
Once more,
me know where
send him a box of Krunkies. .
.
.
you
.
.
."
I
want the
papers that come into
all
I
note."
my
posses-
he's serving
time
hold no malice."
she sputtered.
24
Zeke Building in
sat at his desk
Westwood and
strewn before him.
He had had
little
on the top
floor of the
Federal
stared unseeingly at the paper
He had no
idea
experience with
how to handle women beyond
work
Patti Randall.
the ones
who
had figured in his investigations. And, of course, his mother, whom he never exactly thought of as a woman. She was downto-earth, practical, and straightforward, with no feminine wiles. He supposed the women libbers would deny that a woman had wiles. He did not know about that, but whatever they had was at times baffling to the male mind. He brought himself up short. Such random thinking would not help him reach a solution. A secretary passed by. "Your grandmother die?" He straightened, pushed back his shoulders, and got hold of himself. He reached for a yellow, legal-sized pad. He would approach the problem as if it were a case assigned to him. He 105
would
set forth leads to follow.
He
wrote, "Subject of case, Patti
Randall."
The phone interrupted him. The supervisors secretary said the would see him. Newton rose stretching. He had been sitting for hours and his haunches ached. "Come in, Kelso. I saw the report. Good report. Except, use the word kidnapped instead of catnapped. The Bureau does not approve of catnapped, and while we insupervisor
vestigate the migratory bird act, there
is
no cat
act,
migratory or
otherwise. Sit down."
Zeke briefed him on the case
to date.
The mustache found by
Mrs. Macdougall at her back door was the inexpensive kind children of the
buy
first
at Hallowe'en.
The Bureau
laboratory's examination
note received from the kidnapper revealed
it
had been
typed on a 1958 Underwood upright on paper manufactured by the Walden Company of Boston and sold in variety stores. The search by agents canvassing various neighborhoods for a trace of
D.C. had proven negative. Agents running the surveillance on the Randalls had reported no suspect developments.
Next Zeke placed before Newton pencil sketches by a Los Angeles Police Department artist showing what the kidnapper
had worked with Mrs. Macdougall in drawing front and side views. He had started with a sketch based on a verbal description, shown it to Mrs. Macdougall, then
might look
like.
The
artist
modified the features under her direction until she believed
it
was a good likeness. "The subject wore large sun glasses," Zeke said, "but they were not too opaque and Mrs. Macdougall believes the artist got the eyes right. But she cant be certain about the width between the nose bone here and the upper lip since the subject wore a stick-on mustache, and the artist points out that even a slight variation could change the
man s appearance
considerably. So the artist
has drawn three frontal sketches showing this area in various widths."
Newton nodded. He was constantly awed by how accurate this particular artist was in creating "portraits" only from details supplied by someone who had seen the criminal. 106
"
Zeke continued
his report.
He
said
New
York Field had ad-
had refused, when contacted a second time, to permit the securities to be sold and the cash handed over to the kidnapper. The firm had requested that the parties involved be notified that the firm would buy the said parties a cat of their choice should the cat in question meet a sad end. Zeke said, "I don't think the Wall Street people grasp all the implications. With your permission, I'll wait until the conclusion vised that the brokerage house owning the bonds
of the case to inform Miss Randall."
"By
means," Newton said. "I've told Washington that we've
all
got a highly volatile situation here."
Zeke continued,
"I
never mention personal things in regard
my investigations but I feel now I must."
to
Newton looked
at
him
sharply.
"Do—if they
affect the case."
"Miss Randall has broken our engagement and consequently I'll
be working the case in a rather unusual atmosphere."
"I'm sorry to hear that, Kelso. But
cluded "I
maybe when
this is con-
." .
.
doubt
it.
She
feels I
have a strong animosity toward the
victim"
Do you want me to reassign the case?" "I'd like to continue working it. I won't permit my animosity— "Of course you won't, Kelso." He thought the matter over. "I
"Which you
do.
can see where you find yourself in an intransigent situation—trying to rescue a victim who's responsible for your personal di-
lemma and, if he survives, will only aggravate the situation." Newton laughed softly. "That cat must be on about his tenth life.
"I
him
He may not pull
through."
hope he does," Zeke said slowly.
"I honestly do.
She loves
so much."
"Well, cheer up.
You can always sue
Zeke nodded sadly. "That's about
it.
for alienation of affection."
Alienation of affection."
Zeke parked before Greg Baiter's home. He restrained himself from looking across the street at the Randall house, and it took considerable restraining.
By now
Patti
would be home. loy
which was unnecessary since Greg was in the driveway. He had finished putting a wax job on his low-slung sports car, and was standing back admiring it. Zeke sauntered up and said hello. "Looks great." "I take care of my things," Greg said. "I think a person should." Blitzy barked the alarm,
"Yes, of course, definitely," Zeke answered, thinking of his five-
year-old car that had never had a
wax
help in a case we're investigating.
A
job. "I
came by
to get your
criminal case. If you have a
few minutes." the cat,
"It's
isn't it?"
you about the case but we need the note that came with D.C.'s identification tag and the envelope." "She put you up to this, didn't she? I'm amazed that you— an "In a way. I can't
tell
FBI agent-" "It's
not a personal matter.
"Sure, sure. I suppose
men do do
It's strictly
when
an investigative lead."
some
you're about to be married
strange things."
strictly as an FBI agent. You do have the note and envelope, don't you? You didn't destroy them?"
"Look, Mr. Baiter, I'm here
"I think
rying far
is
you should know," Greg
said, "that the girl you're
mar-
exceedingly erratic with a temper that ignites at a point
under gasoline. Beautiful but unstable and hotheaded. Thank
heavens
I didn't
get caught in that trap. Almost did.
We
were
engaged, you know." "I'm not here to discuss Miss Randall."
"Very well—if you want to take that
my
attitude. I
merely
felt it
duty as a fellow attorney to warn you."
"The note, Mr.
Baiter,
"What's the cat done
and the envelope."
this
time?"
"I'm not at liberty to say."
And I'm not at liberty to turn over evidence to any person who happens by. If you want them, you can go
"Indeed! curious
and subpoena them." "Thank you for the suggestion," Zeke said and walked off. into court
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cryptically, turned,
Greg watched him to the car. He felt sorry for Patti. Zeke him as a very poor excuse for a husband. Greg would give
struck
the marriage six months.
No
more.
25
At midnight
Patti
expected the kidnapper to
went call
to
to sleep.
She had
She had a
dummy
bed but not
before
this.
money package about the size of a woman's suit box and wrapped in brown paper in the car trunk. If the kidnapper had followed her, he would have known that at 2:50 that afternoon she had picked up the package at the Beverly Hills bank. Previously, Zeke had informed her that several top bills on each stack were genuine, and the bills underneath the kind sold by theatrical supply houses. In the dark, they might pass. The real money totaled $2,500, which he said the Bureau had put up, $1,500 in $50 bills, and $1,000 in $ioos. Never had she experienced such a devastating day. To start with, it was a gloomy, unfriendly one and then en route home she had had a flat tire. A couple of UCLA students had noticed her plight, and while one directed the dangerous flow of traffic about the car, the other put on the spare. She had driven then to a service station to get the flat repaired. She was chilled and wet. The temperature had fallen to fifty and an ominous, dark cloud was spitting rain. Outwardly her movements were steady but inside a tremble coursed through her body. Partly, it was the cold, and partly, the anticipation that before dawn she would deliver the ransom payment in some dark corner to some ugly character. At home Web was practicing on his horn in the living room, and Inky was sprawled on the floor, taking notes from an English history. Patti repressed an urge to yell at Web. She doubted if her nerves could take it. Not this night. In her room she flounced on the bed and buried her head under a pillow. She must get herself under control. She rememlog
bered her mother teaching her that she could talk herself into any
mood, good or bad. Mike barged in unannounced, thought she was ill, and was solicitous. He could be zooming like a drag racer one minute, and the next, near tears over a bird dying.
She brought him up age "to check
it
out."
and he wanted
to date,
to
open the pack-
She squashed the idea.
"Good old D.C.," he said. "Guess this time tomorrow night he'll sitting up for his dinner, and we'll be wrestling, and every-
be
thing'll
be okay again—for
Patti sat
down
Dad when he
gets home."
at the dressing table to repair her collapsed
Mike continued, "Soons we get old D.C. back, and everything's okay again, I'll buy the Porsche." "You 11 do what?" hair-do.
"Didn't I
tell
you? This guy—he's one of
and—" "The answer's
my very
best friends—
his father lost his job
Patti broke in. "I
could make
mission and
five
hundred
no.
A big, flat no."
dollars.
Wax
it
and
fix
the trans-
sell it."
"You don't even have a
driver's permit."
"I'm not going to drive
it.
I
read in a magazine that boys
work on cars after school never get to become a drug addict?"
into trouble.
who
Do you want me
come over to and went to the living room, where Mrs. Macdougall waited. She always looked the same. She was ageless. Patti wondered if she had ever been young. "Only one egg?" Patti asked. "We've got plenty." "Just one. I'm fixing Wilbur a tonic. He's ailing something fierce. Not been himself since the shoot-out. Heard anythingp' Ingrid called to report that Mrs. Macdougall had
borrow an egg.
"We
Patti sighed
think he'll call tonight."
Til go with you." Patti
was
want only me." and that in itself was ominous. home. The fight's on at getting better be
jarred. "No, no, he'll
Mrs. Macdougall did not
"Nasty night. Well, six-thirty."
no
I
insist
fight fan. When she and Wilbur first had been passing the house one night and had heard screams. It sounded as if someone were being murdered. She had tiptoed up to the living-room window, and there inside sat Mrs. Macdougall on the edge of a chair before the television jabbing with her fists and yelling such epithets as "Kill 'im,"
She was a dedicated
moved
in, Patti
"Strangle 'im."
Web
took his horn and followed Mrs. Macdougall out.
He
told
Inky he would be back as soon as he helped his mother get dinner.
For the Randalls, dinner was a
TV
and Inky ate little but Mike was ravenous. They were finishing when Zeke knocked. He looked as beaten as a refugee. Inky and Mike got up to go but Patti insisted they stay. Zeke outlined the preparations for the ransom payment. He had charts, much like football coaches use, showing the location of Control
and the FBI
a "moving surveillance" "Don't drive
go
lights, or
car.
fast,"
The
cars.
when
she
cars, left
one. Patti
he
would proceed
in
he cautioned, "and don't run any stop-and-
the yellow. Take your time parking and leaving your
Give the agents a chance to get
unless
said,
the house.
we can do
so without endangering
set.
We
won't
move
in
you—"
"Or D.C.," she added quickly. slightest warmth toward her, said he was would have been in his arms. When he had walked in the door, she had longed desperately to rush up and kiss him. But he had been only proper and reserved. Zeke continued, "You must insist when he phones that you want D.C. when you hand over the money. Sometimes in these If
he had shown the
sorry, she
kidnappings they release the victim after taking delivery of the ransom."
him no D.C, no money. But what if he promises, and I get there— he can take the money from me by force." "We'll have to play it by ear. We'll be nearby." "I'll tell
then
when
"Something could happen." "I told
you before, don't
anticipate."
111
go for playing
"I don't
by
it
ear. I
want
to
know what
I'm go-
ing to do no matter what happens."
"Of course." In leaving, he said awkwardly, "I'm praying
God it all works He closed the
out. I
.
.
.
I
to
." .
.
door quickly and was gone. For a moment she
stood transfixed. She had heard love, or something closely akin to
it.
Then she shrugged. Probably he forth to
said that to everyone setting
meet a kidnapper.
Mike turned in about ten after extracting a promise she would awaken him, and Ingrid followed at eleven. Poor Inky. She had struggled hard to maintain poise but finally the tears had burst through. For an hour they had talked, and never had been so close. They discussed the future and their mothers plans for them; their father, and how he was giving too much of his life to them, and they must insist he move more among his own age group and enjoy life; Inky's studies and Web, and Patti's
When
modeling
job.
withdrew
into herself
"I
the subject turned to Zeke, though, Patti
and Inky, wise
have the horrible
something
terrible's
feeling,"
to her
moods,
let it
drop.
Inky said as she undressed, "that
going to happen, and we'll never see each
other again."
"Nonsense.
It's
the setup.
A
rainy, cold night.
It'll
look better
in the morning."
"You
feel the
same way, sis. I can tell. I get these emanations." "You know what I think?"
Patti tried lightness.
Inky was indignant.
"I don't feel like joking.
never, never, never see each other again
Patti
dozed
fitfully.
Any
little
noise
.
.
Oh,
sis,
if
we
."
awakened
her, or stirring
however slight. Each time she woke up, she glanced at the radio clock Zeke had given her on her last birthday. Once her fogged thoughts glowed briefly in memory of that day: the drive over the mountains to the town of Ojai, lunching at a of a thought,
country club overlooking a sun-bathed, peaceful golf course, the leisurely drive
112
back to Los Angeles, and that night to a
Phil-
harmonic Symphony concert under Zubin Mehta's direction.
And
and carefree chatter, an escape for a few hours from a world that depressed them with its monumental problems, and yet inspired them with the hope that there would be a better age if they and others worked for it. Shortly after two o'clock she was nudged awake by the brush of feet over grass and the louder tattoo of the same feet over the concrete walk. She came bolt upright when a fist pounded repeatedly on the front door. The blows threatened to burst it open. Then a voice began shouting, "Patti! Patti!" She should all
the day, laughter
have recognized
it
but sleep
still
clung tenaciously to her senses
and his voice was off-key with turbulence. Fumbling for a robe, she ordered Inky, who was out of bed, to stay put, and now fully awake, with the pounding and shouting a slap of cold water on her face, she half ran. She screamed when she bumped into Mike in the dark hallway. Angered by the sudden fright, she sent him packing back to his room.
Opening the door, she stepped back to admit Greg, who burst few feet, then came to a sudden halt. He, too, was in a robe, a stylish, Chinese-red one with a high Mandarin collar.
in a
"What the world!" Patti said. "I want an explanation. What the here?
I just
talked with the guy
who
blazes
stole
is
your
going on around
cat/'
"You did what?" "Don't pretend.
He mimicked
I
asked you yesterday where the cat was."
was when you wouldn't've then-" "Greg, "That's
some place. Time me—but we were engaged
Pattfs voice. "Oh, he's around
we were
lied to
never engaged." forgive you.
all right. I
Ransom?
He
says he's holding the cat
him the neighborhood would pay up a collection, I said. And then there was a lot of gibberish about three hundred thousand dollars, about you paying him that. I said you didn't have three hundred thousand dollars. Not that I knew of. It was a wild
for ransom.
him
to
keep the
cat.
I told
We'll take
U3
conversation.
At
first I
thought
I
was
talking to a nut.
But then
he says you've got the three hundred thousand dollars already
and you're waiting for instructions on how to pay it. Do you have three hundred thousand? Don t tell me even you would pay that
much
for a lousy cat."
Patti struggled to maintain her cool.
What
"Why'd he
you?
call
does he want you to do?"
"I'm the go-between."
"The what?" "The go-between. You know,
in kidnappings
sometimes the
make the arrangements and maybe pay the ransom. Keeps the police busy and insulates him somewhat. The criminal, I mean. Although this is not a kidnapping and I told him so. It could only be interpreted legally as plain, petty theft, and anyone who'd pay three hundred thousand dollars to ransom a cat is off his rocker. And as for acting as a go-between for a cat that's made life hell for me, he criminal chooses someone to
to
could go find a lake to jump
in."
up behind them. "Oh, Greg, you
Ingrid had slipped
him down?" "Well," Greg continued, "he
didn't
turn
said something then about
how
he'd like to get his hands on you two, and since we've been friends so
many
years
.
.
."
"Greg, please, please get to the point."
him okay, and I'm glad I did because he wants you, Inky, to pay the ransom. I'm to come along and pick up the cat while you give him the money. My God! Ym to pick up the lousy cat! Me, who'd like to hang him to the nearest tree." "Well, I told
"You got instructions—" We're to go to a phone booth at this address." He the robe's pockets and then the pajama's. "Must've
Patti interrupted.
"Yes, yes.
searched in
by the phone. I was so excited. Hope Blitzy doesn't chew it up. He's to phone us at the booth and tell us where to go from there." "When?" left it
"Now—in 114
an hour. Three-thirty sharp
he'll call us."
Tm going," Patti said. Ingrid raised her voice. "No,
sis."
"He won't make the deal with you, if
you came, he wouldn't show.
Patti.
I don't
He
said so.
He
said
know why but he wants
Inky."
"Doesn't matter what he says," Patti answered got the money. If he wants
Ingrid touched her see?
No
D.C. and
it,
he gets
sister's
it
"I've
flatly.
from me."
arm. "I've got to go,
sis,
don't
you
matter what you say, he's calling the plays. He's got
we want him back
if
." .
.
"Something can go wrong." "It won't.
Not with Greg along."
"Thank you. I'm glad
to
know
there's
one
woman
in this house-
hold has respect for me." Patti
home
Greg
my
was
shattered. "I can't stand
while you
it,
Inky. I just can't stay at
." .
.
started for the door. "I've got to get dressed. We'll take
car."
"No, the money's in ours," Patti told him. "All right. I
My, what a
night. Well,
I'll
be back
in a half hour.
should get someone to stay with Blitzy. He's a nervous wreck
when I'm gone nights." The moment the door
closed, Patti returned to the
bedroom,
by Inky and Mike. She picked up her purse where she had left it by the door, and took out a sending device that Zeke had given her. It was the size of a package of cigarettes. She flipped the "on" switch, and said into the device, "I'd like to talk with Agent Kelso, please." Her call went to Control and was relayed to Zeke, who sat in an unmarked, black Bureau car parked two blocks from the trailed
Randall home. "Kelso here."
She was
terse, as
Zeke had asked her
Baiter about ten minutes ago instructed
Greg and Inky
to be.
"He
called
Greg
and named him go-between. He
to report to a
pay phone
at three-
I'll have to call you back about the location of the phone booth. But should I let
thirty a.m. to receive further instructions.
«5
Inky go?
I
one motive
think I should go since I'm older. in
demanding
that she
make
He
can have only
the payment."
Zeke did not respond and she thought she had then he said,
"I'll
have to get back to you on
She was amazed
at
how
lost contact,
that."
calmly she had stated the
facts.
Special Agent Stu Plimperton sat behind the wheel, alongside
Zeke. In his early thirties, Plimperton
had a
relaxed, squashed-
Everything about him seemed to sag, but his appearance
in look.
was deceptive. He shot a 92 on the practical pistol course and had a high mark in the exams the inspectors gave. "I've got something to work out," Zeke said by way of forestalling talk. He slouched down and closed his eyes. He had only minutes to ponder this surprising turn of events. He pushed aside a creeping fear as if it were an inanimate object. He thought through several possibilities: the subject might kill Greg outright and seize Ingrid. He might do this before the agents could
make
a counter move. Patti might be stronger physically than
Ingrid in resisting the subject but not sufficiently strong enough to
escape him. So strength was not a determining factor.
Patti's
judgment might be better but not overly so. Ingrid had impressed him with her reasoning and decisions. Judgment was not a matter necessarily of age.
To kill
become
return to the criminal: he might
instructions
were not followed.
If Patti
infuriated
if
his
took the money, he might
her on the spot. If Ingrid went, and he grabbed her, Zeke
doubted
if
he would attack her,
scene of the rendezvous.
he had that in mind, at the More likely, he would take her someif
where, thus giving the agents time in which to plot and execute a countermove.
He
picked up the car radio, and
said, "Patti, follow subject's instructions.
when he reached Patti, Send Ingrid to make the
payment. Repeat. Follow subject's instructions implicitly."
She had the address of the pay phone.
It
was
in the Signal
Hill area.
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Zeke
sat straight, his eyes fixed like binoculars
on the
Randall home. Occasionally, he took a deep breath, working his lungs
He
with
effort, as if
he could
lift
the heaviness of heart.
loved Patti Randall and would forevermore.
to the Randall
home
this
He had
gone
night hoping she had relented. If she
had given him only a word of encouragement, even asked how he was feeling, anything personal, he would have taken her into his arms. Instead she had behaved as she would toward any FBI agent. Courteous and attentive but distant.
26 D.C. squatted at the window, staring tion of the carrousel,
which
down
in the direc-
at this hour, past 2:30 a.m.,
was
tucked under him. A cold rain was falling and he was miserable and hungry. In his grief over the loss of his people, he could not eat, even though the woman had encouraged him. His black, satiny coat had turned lackluster and his eyes had lost their sparkle. The pain in his side, where the dart had entered, was dull but constant. He sat around a lot quiet.
He had his paws
outside,
these days staring vacantly.
On
hearing an old, familiar sound below, he half-heartedly
put up his
The sound was a garbage can going over. There was a cat or dog scavenging down there. If he had been home and heard such a sound, it would have been a Wednesday, which to the cat world was what Saturday night was to humans. Garbage cans, as far as a cat eye could see, were lined up Wednesday evenings, waiting for the rubbish people, who came early Thursdays. There was little in them that a discerning gourmet such as D.C. cared for, but the excitement was in knocking the can over and exploring. Sometimes a dog came nosing around but not often. In D.C.'s neighborhood, the dogs were locked up ears.
early.
The sound tapped other memories, such as getting home shortly before dawn on the rare occasions when he went out on the town. He would wolf down leftovers he had disdained the 117
night before, and stretch out full length on the bed while Patti dressed,
and then slowly sink
Upon
the whole blessed day.
him
gently,
off to sleep
with nothing to do
leaving, Patti
and Inky would pet
and sometimes, Mike
did,
when he thought about
Mike's good-byes, though, got the fur ruffled the wrong way,
it.
and he had
to
awaken
to
smooth
it
down.
He
couldn't get to
sleep with his fur out of place.
Bogie and Auntie came out of the kitchen and flooded the living
room with
light.
Auntie had the carrier and put
it
down by
the door. D.C. followed her movements with alarm. As desper-
he wanted to escape the apartment, he did not wish to by the carrier. He might give them a struggle. Definitely he would if the jerk picked him up. With the woman he might not. She was not a bad sort. Bogie headed for the bathroom, trailed by Auntie. Although it was cold, he was sweating. He sopped up the perspiration with tissues and powdered his face. His hand was erratic as he ately as
leave
ran the electric shaver through heavy black stubble.
From
the doorway, Auntie watched with growing suspicion.
"Whatcha shavin
for?"
"Gotta be doing something."
had carried in with him. "You got one of them Randall "I told you, only the
He
took a gulp of the scotch he
girls
corning?"
lawyer guy."
"You wouldn't cut your whiskers
for him."
"Don't hassle me." "I'm
a
girl
tellin'
you, boy,
if
you're
up
to
any monkey business with
and blow this—"
"Shut your cotton-pickin old mouth! Always running
offl"
He
slapped an after-shave lotion over his cheeks, then polished his
cowpuncher
boots.
He
put a
lot of
energy into doing the
job.
"I'm only askin'," Auntie whined, "you tend to business
we
till
get the dough."
do? Take the Boy Scout oath?" He opened the medicine cabinet, chose a bottle of amphetamines,
"What you want me
to
took out one, shook out a
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pill
from another container that was
stomach upset, and then a tranquilizer. He washed them simultaneously with a long draft of scotch. Auntie shook her head in disgust. "Hope ya don t croak before
for
down
you get the money." He brushed by her to return to the living room. Following, she said, "Makes me sick to my stomach, all the money we lost on them bonds." The bond market had dropped with a jolt the
"Twenty minutes," she added.
past week.
"I got a watch. I'm a big boy. I
can
tell
time."
He
slipped into
a denim jacket.
"Don't forget your slicker." She handed him his raincoat.
He
took
it,
dropped
on the cocktail faster
shuffled a
He
about that?"
pack of cards
dealt the cards
than the eye could follow. "Ever see anything like that?"
"A card
He
and
to the sofa,
"How
table.
cheat! Ain't
shrugged.
you got no ambition?"
"When you going
She turned from watering a
to kick off, Auntie?"
plant.
She could only
stare.
He continued, "Little game I play with the guys When do we think we'll kick off. Gives you the old gets the juices going thinking about
"You better lay
He
laughed.
sometimes. shakes and
it."
off the sauce."
"How
old are you, Auntie? 'Bout
fifty-five, isn't
Not a bad age to send for the undertaker. Fifty-five. Before you get all them aches and pains. While you're feeling good. You've had a good life, like they say. What about it, you ready it?
to go?"
Her eyes "Forget
blazed. "You aimin' to help
it,
Auntie. Only a game."
Auntie sprang up. "Let
me
me?"
He walked toward D.C.
put him in the box. Little fellow's
so nervous. Strange place. Ain't slept
no trouble
When fur,
and
seein' as
how
I
like
He
won't give
me
Bogie neared, D.C. rose, arched his back, ruffled his spat.
Bogie laughed. "You spitting
He
much.
feed him."
little
beast!"
turned toward the door. "Guess
I'll
get started. Nothing
being early. Three hundred thousand smackeroos!
Wow! 1*9
We'll be rich, Auntie. Rich.
go to
We
can
anybody we want
tell
to to
hell/'
Auntie started to pick D.C. up. Bogie
said,
Tm
not taking
him."
She swung about. "Look here, boy, don't go changin the setup at the last minute.
'Tm
We worked
it all
out. They're expectin him."
not taking a screaming savage."
"But Mr. Meyer— he'll be in here in the mornin'
sniffin'
around."
Til think of something
He
to
do with the cat before then."
shut the door softly. Auntie stood immobilized, then drifted
and rubbed
to D.C. "It's all I
his ears. "I did
can do. The creep. The dirty
my
best," she whispered.
little
creep."
27 Ingrid backed the car out of the driveway, and as she
pulled forward, waved. Soon the car was only a taillight receding in the distance.
Patti
and Mike drifted
Patti put
to the kitchen.
Mike looked
shattered.
an arm about him to console him, then broke
herself.
He straightened, rubbed his eyes, and said in a firm voice he had somehow mustered, "Greg'll take good care of her." He was now the man of the house. The dark, the chill, and the rain, which was increasing in intensity, had taken their toll. Man, Patti thought, was barely out of the cave.
He
no more dread sunlight.
could reason with himself that he should have
"in the very witching time of night" than in the
But logic could not overcome
his
primeval fear of the
dark and the elements. Ingrid drove slowly, carefully. She was terrified but exhil-
"Here I come, D.C," she repeated to herself. Heading west on Ventura Boulevard, for the San Diego Free-
arated, too.
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way, she
filled in
he was drawing a
Greg. brief.
He listened her out, then talked as if He was a different Greg from the Greg
known all these years. Once on the freeway, she resisted an impulse
she had
on the accelerator. Rather, she drove
fifty
push down miles an hour in the to
slow lane. She was conscious of the weight of the two-way radio in her bra.
She had
set
it
on the "on"
position.
Zeke could hear
what was said within a wide radius. She had stuck the beeper, which had a suction cup, under the panel. Zeke and the agents, if they lost visual contact, could follow her by the beep-beep it
constantly broadcast.
In giving his instructions over the radio before she
left
the
had been gentle and solicitous. He had let her know he cared. He was such a great guy. She could not understand how Patti and he could have quarreled. They were deeply in love, and had so much in common. She would never understand house, he
adults in their love-sex relations. So often they created their
own
difficulties
and problems. Maybe
love, as
someone had
said,
self-destructed.
He had
"Move slowly and do everything with great deliberation. Concentrate all the time on what you're doing. I know it's an awful spot, Inky, but you'll come through because said,
you've got the judgment and the guts.
"Don't cross him
if
you can help
it.
Follow
but don't hand over the money until you get the to
worry you but
I
may make advances he does, do a
his instructions cat. I don't
want
have to because you know yourself that he or want you to go somewhere with him. If
and if you get into a real tight and cry, and say you broke your ankle. Anything to gain a little time. We're going to be close-by but we'll stay out of it until we're sure we won't endanger you by moving in. "Keep going over all of this while you're driving, so that you'll lot of talking,
spot, stumble,
react without thinking. lot to
me. You're the kid
Any
And
don't forget, Inky, that
sister I've
you mean a
always wanted."
would have been in a huff over the kid Anyone could see she was quite the young woman
other time she
sister bit.
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with a seductive potential. But
now
she rather liked the kid
approach. Zeke was cute.
sister
Stu Plimperton drove, cold through and through. At his
side,
Zeke kept in radio phone contact with four other cars engaged
He had choreographed the operation with the and precision of a ballet master. One car on the fast lane
in the surveillance. detail
passed Ingrid and Greg, raced far ahead of them, then
The
the
left
two minutes on a street below before returning to the freeway. By this time he was well behind her car, and took the slow lane. At this point, a second car, running on the middle lane, moved into the fast one to repeat the procedure just completed by the first. In the meantime, a third car well ahead of her maintained the same speed that she freeway.
did.
A
driver sat exactly
would drop back Zeke and Plimperton oper-
fourth was ahead of the third, and
shortly to take over the center lane.
ated as free agents, usually far in the rear, but shooting forward
few other vehicles on the freeway. clearly. They could have followed her at a distance of a half mile, or more, but Zeke preferred a visual tail job. They might spot another surveillance, if the subject had decided to run one on her before the rendezvous. Zeke said into the phone, "All units. We are nearing exit point. Discontinue maneuvers and maintain same position as at present. Keep the same distance from the Randall car. Unit Two will leave the exit ahead of Randall. Unit Three will follow Randall. All other units will continue past exit for Randall and occasionally to scan the
The beep sound came over
take the next off ramp."
The time was The
3:21.
The countdown, nine
minutes.
closed and dark gas station was an oasis surrounded
by
weeds and shrubs. The telephone booth sat in a corner of the lot some distance from the pumps. Ingrid brought the car up alongside the booth, which was glassed in on three sides. The time was 3:27. On the second fields of
ring,
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Greg was
inside the booth.
He
said, "Hello
.
.
.
hello
.
.
.
hello."
There was no answer, and he raised
his voice, as if
he
might arouse someone by sheer volume, "Hello!"
A all
drawl came back. "Cool
night.
The Randall
girl
it,
guy. What's the hurry?
We
got
with you?"
he said evenly,
"She's outside in the car,"
as
he would in a
courtroom.
"The young one?" "Yes." "I'll
rip the other
"You want
one open
if
she comes."
me to put Ingrid on the phone?"
phone book, down low. Turn to R. R for Randall." He slammed up the receiver. Clumsily, Greg dragged the heavy phone directory out from a shelf under the phone. The book opened to R, and he took out a legal-sized envelope that was sealed and addressed to "Hell, no.
You
see the
Miss Ingrid Randall.
By
had ripped the envelope The overhead light was too dim for them to read the message, which had been typed with a faded, old ribbon. She reached nervously across Greg for a flashlight in the car pocket. the time he returned to the car, he
open.
For Zeke's benefit she read aloud:
on the freeway and go south, get off at third sec miles to the sampson odl field, park car by the first telephone pole on the right, climb the fence, and walk straight ahead to odl well thirtyfour, get rh) of balter and bring no one with you. no one. deal is off and i wtll choke cat to death if i see anyone with "get back
ramp. turn right and drive
YOU."
Greg was talking before she
finished.
"You
can't
go by your-
self." "I'll
pick you
up on the way back."
"For God's sake, Inky, don't.
I
won't
let
you."
"Zeke will be around." "Sure,
and
police will
be
this
guy knows it. He's got to know the FBI or the But he's figured something out."
there.
"He'll kill D.C.," Ingrid said. "I
know he
will."
She
felt
her
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blood pounding and realized she was in a compulsive tried to slow herself
We
down. "Please, Greg.
can t
state. sit
She
around
talking/'
She started the car and moved forward a few feet. "I think flat!" No sooner had he gotten out to check than she
we've got a
pushed on the accelerator. The car buckled and leaped and shot forth. It dropped off a curb, and straightened out for a fast run
down
a deserted, two-lane street.
28
The windshield wiper barely kept up with the pelting and sheets of water cascaded across the narrow, lonesome road. Her breath gathered on the windows and she slowed frequently to wipe a circle free for vision. The ailing heater temrain,
pered only
slightly the pervasive
She regretted having
damp
chill.
to strand Greg. "Zeke, I ditched
come
since the note said to
alone.
him
left
I
at the
Greg phone
booth."
"Okay, we'll pick him up soon as possible. Take you, and give us time to get
set.
But not so slow
it
slow, will
it
looks sus-
picious."
"Will do."
In the far distance, a giant refinery wavered in and out of her vision. Its
disembodied
bobbled
lights
eerily.
A
sign
loomed on
her right: Sampson Oil Field. She braked the car, and noted the chain-link fence bordering the road, poles.
and a
string of telephone
She slowed even more to give an approaching car time
was creeping through the blinding rain. The kidnapper could be checking to assure himself she was alone. to pass.
It,
too,
Parking alongside the noticed the crickets—the fence.
first
oil
pole,
pumps—working away behind
the
She called them crickets although others termed them
mechanical horses or big birds. They were bug-shaped structures that rose about the height of a
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then
she sat in thought,
man, and
steel
their "heads"
seemed
to
be pecking incessantly, up and down, up and down, as
they sucked the thick black ooze from the sandy beds far be-
neath the surface. Years ago, the
Long Beach
area, derricks
like a forest of obelisks.
when
oil was first discovered in by the hundreds pierced the sky
With the drilling operations completed, by the crickets. Even with the win-
the derricks were replaced
and the storm, she heard their metallic chirping. She was terrified. She would not deny it. What had started out as an adventure had taken on stark reality. Not that she feared being harmed. Nothing like that. Zeke would protect her. He
dows
closed,
would
risk his life for her.
Why was it then that she was so frightened? It was
the weather
was would merely hand the package over She and get D.C. The very thought of D.C. in her arms, and hearing him purr out his happiness, calmed her. She resolutely pushed aside mostly, she told herself. This rendezvous with the kidnapper
nothing
really.
Then
the
thought popped in that D.C. might escape from him, take
off
the possibility that the kidnapper might not bring D.C.
and they might never find him. Patti and Mike, would help her search. Anytime she needed them, they were there—and her father. They were such a tightly knit family. Suddenly her love for them was more intense than at any time she could remember. She must never give them cause for worry, not even Mike, who was a pest, but a good-hearted, into the storm,
of course,
well-meaning pest.
She turned
off
the lights and radio, took the keys from the
heard the beat of the rain and her heart, and wriggled
ignition,
into a thin, plastic raincoat.
out of sight. light
lit
The
up her
car slowed,
area.
She pressed herself
beam moved about her switched
off,
As a car approached, she ducked and stopped, and a powerful spotflat
against the seat.
The
what seemed minutes, then was and the headlights moved on down the road. The car for
driver might report a deserted car to the California
Highway
Patrol.
She hurried. She pushed the door open against a stiff wind, and once outside, glanced warily about but saw no one. Visibility, 125
though, was extremely limited. At the trunk, she fumbled with the keys. If I'd been smart, I would have had the key ready before leaving the car. She got the package,
and slammed the trunk
shut.
She recognized the impossibility of climbing the fence with the parcel in hand. If she tossed
it
over,
it
might come apart.
Falling to her knees, she clawed at the soggy earth beneath the
and soon had a space large enough so she could shove it Her knuckles were bleeding, but what dismayed her more were her broken nails. It would be weeks before they grew back. Now she took a good look at the fence and instantly forgot fence,
under.
about her
nails.
After several attempts to scale
it,
she tried en-
larging the hole in order to crawl under, but hit rock. In desperation, she
took
off
her shoes, pushed them through the hole, and
aided by shallow toe holds in the wire mesh, managed to pull
and claw her way up— only
to find a single strand of
wire stretched along the top. In getting over
it
barbed
she tore her pants
and patches of skin off her legs. Once inside the oil field, she was conscious that the chirping of the crickets was more clanking than chirping. She stood a moment peering into the dark, her body and spirits cold and miserable, her hair soaked, her feet caked with oozing mud, blood seeping down her legs, and the rain smarting her face. She was no longer terrified. She had a job to do, and the mechanics of doing cricket,
it
blotted out the fear. She stopped at the
which nodded repeatedly.
like characteristics.
It
first
did seem to possess bug-
She noted a number painted on
its
back.
She took a long, deep breath, straightened her shoulders, and into the dark. The noise enveloped her,
walked dead ahead foreign to her ears
and weird to her
senses, a dentist's drill
grinding deep.
Garbed
in old denims,
Zeke crawled through the mud, taking
care to keep his head low.
En
route,
he had requested Control
anyone associated with the Sampson Oil Field and learn the exact location of No. 34. Now he had fourteen agents
to contact
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deployed about No. 34. They were fixed positions. Zeke had advised
all flat to
that,
the ground, and at
while only one subject
was likely to appear to collect the ransom, he might have an armed cover in the background. The weather favored the subject. If he broke and ran, he would have better cover, and if he got through the cordon, the rain and darkness would quickly swallow him. Zeke lay chilled to the bone only twenty feet from No. 34. He saw no one although the subject could be crouched on the other side of the pump. He whispered his instructions into a mike tucked inside a buttoned jacket pocket. He spoke as few words whisper carried farther than the
as possible, conscious that a
speaker usually thought. faint
And even on
human note— a whisper
a night such as
or scrounging in the
mud
this,
any
or clear-
ing of a throat— could tip off a highly sensitive ear.
wind whose intensity 34. She had to wipe water and oil from the number, and stare intently. It was badly scarred. She checked it a second time, dubious because no one was about. She was shaking, but more with cold than fear. She had a compulsion to call out, but something told her not to. She walked about, moving ever farther from No. 34, thinking the criminal might be at another cricket. But after a few minutes, she concluded that he had planned deliberately to let her After a half hour of struggling against a
growled ever louder, Ingrid reached No.
wait, to unnerve her.
Suddenly her legs threatened to buckle but there was no place
The wind grew temperamental, and reversing whipped her with the rain. Nonetheless, she took off her raincoat and wrapped it about the water-logged package. She couldn't have it disintegrate. Soon she was wet to the skin. She turned incessantly about, fearful he might take her by to sit or lean. direction,
surprise.
She had no instructions about what to appear. until
But she needed none.
If
to
do
if
she had
the criminal failed to,
she would wait
dawn. She must be here when he came with D.C. 227
29 Auntie was uneasy. By
now
with the money. They should be counting
it.
Bogie should have returned
sitting at the kitchen table
He had sworn if he was how the police put the
Something had happened.
arrested, he'd protect her.
No
matter
screws on him, he would never give her away. She didn't
know
that. These last few years the boy had changed. Wild women, and booze, and threatening to keep most of the loot when they had always divvied everything even.
about
She poured herself her it
fifth
cup of black
She needed walked to the
coffee.
to control the shakes. In the living room, she
window and
stroked D.C.,
who was crouched
staring
down
at
He saw movement, and though she watched couldn't. She rubbed his neck. He was a nice, old
the carrousel. intently, she
had a
fellow. She'd
Lincoln. She called
when
she returned
cat
when
she was in high school.
him Abe. He
slept
Abraham
with her and was around
home from school. He seemed to know when Funny that she'd remember Abe. Hadn't
she would be coming.
thought of him in years. "Don't you worry now," she told D.C. "I'm not
lettin'
him do
nothin' to you." Four-triirty,
grilling
own
skin.
her watch read. The police had the boy and were
How
you figure He had no love for her— and
him.
else could
it?
He'd
talk to save his
after all she'd done.
He
was crying and half starved when she found him. She'd paid out good money for clothes, and kept him in school excepting when she needed him on the job. He was a bright one. He'd go along with her to department stores and when she'd get a radio or a small fur piece tucked in the carryall, she'd give it to him to take outside to the car. No one ever suspected a twelve-year-old. At sixteen, he was her lookout on bank jobs. He'd mosey around while she was sticking
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teller.
Once he wounded
a security guard they didn't
know the bank had, when the guard tried sneaking up on her. The boy let him have it right in the gizzard with a .38. He was good with weapons. They'd go out in the country and set up cans, and he'd pop them off one after another with seldom a miss.
After shooting the security guard, the boy ate dinner— he
remembered well— and watched
pizza that night, she like
had
television
nothing had happened. She thought he should have shown
He might
have killed the man. But
some
regret.
him.
The guard was the enemy and would have mowed her
down.
Still,
They could have gone up
stiff.
life.
That was the to
didn't bother
a boy of sixteen should feel something. She had.
For one thing, she was scared for
it
risk.
although one bank told
The
crooks.
Four
They weren't getting enough money The most they ever got was $1,600, the newspapers they got $10,000. The
holdup.
last
run that kind of
president probably pocketed the difference.
forty-five.
Maybe
she should take
off.
catch her. No, the best thing was to brazen
it
But they would out.
She would
play the part of the sweet old lady and say the boy was lying.
The cops would believe her. D.C. pawed at the window lock, then looked up at her. "You tryin' to tell Auntie you want out? You're a smart one." She disappeared a moment, and when she returned, had a plastic bottle of spray disinfectant. She rubbed his chin and he purred. Picking him up, she laid him lengthwise on the sofa, and still petting him, examined the wound. She had cut the hair away. Gently, she picked stroked his
was up took
to,
He
off
the scab, revealing an
angry-
resumed purring when she head and talked to him. Before he knew what she she sprayed the wound. He reacted instantly and
looking puncture.
resisted but
off.
She coffee.
let
him
She sat
go,
and dropping
to the sofa, finished the cold
lost in thought. After
they quit holding up banks,
she started putting out paper. Forty dollars here, sixty there. It
took a lot of bad checks to add up.
Then
a gentleman friend
12Q
told her about his son Street brokerage house.
who worked The
messenger for a Wall were fabulous. His son
as a
possibilities
had picked up a $10,000 Treasury bill easier than she could lift suit. The gentleman friend thought he could get
a $70 pants
Bogie a job also as a messenger.
He
did,
and Bogie fared
He
well.
took his time. Like she had
taught him, he was thorough about his homework.
houses had undercover
men
all
By then
over the back rooms.
A
messengers were caught. But the boy was smart.
He
out a few bonds every day addressed to a phony
name
the
few
mailed at a
post office box she rented. Right in front of everyone, he put
them
in the big manila envelopes the house
into the house's outgoing mail bins. smiles.
The house had even paid
He wanted
to
used and tossed them
He would come home
all
the postage!
go for a million, but she figured get out while
They returned to Los Angeles since she banker— big race-track gambler—who was in desperate a a financial difficulties. She figured he would pass the securities through the bank. They would have to split with him. But when they returned they learned he was critically ill. Then it was that the boy had his idea. At first she thought it wild, but the more he talked, the better she liked it. It was, in fact, brilliant. She took credit. She'd brought him up right, hadn't she? Given him a good the getting was good.
knew
education.
Five o'clock. D.C. was back at the window.
When
she ap-
proached, he eyed her suspiciously. But since she didn't have the hissing bottle, he let her stroke his back. She began with
head and ran her hand all the way to his tail. He looked up at her out of big, bright eyes. Those eyes got her. Nobody had looked at her like that in years. She realized she was terribly lonesome. Alone and lonesome. The boy didn't count, and hadn't for a long time. She was only someone he needed in the business. "Wish I could keep you," she told D.C. "Sure wish I could."
his
She unlocked the window, and opened
it,
turned her back on
him, and walked away. She didn't look back and went to the kitchen.
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She heard Bogie then on the stairs outside. His walk was slower and heavier than usual but still identifiable. Like an old dog that perks up his ears at the sound of a motor long before the car
comes
in sight, she
recognized that walk.
She hurried to close and lock the window. The cat was nowhere around. She started for the door, which opened. Upon seeing him, she let out a gasp. He was a hideous sight. "Shut up!" he said, thick-tongued. "J ust shut up and don t give me any crud." He was covered with black oil from head to foot. He had tried to rub the mess from his face but only partly succeeded. His hair
was a soggy mat, and
He made
his
soaked clothes clung to his body.
way to the kitchen and began undressing. It was obvious he had wrung himself out the best he could but he was still dripping. From time to time he wiped oil from his forehead his
but some got through to his eyes. "Didja get the money?" she asked. She helped him with his shirt, tellin'
He
and when he didn't answer, continued, "You me what happened, boy?" could scarcely
talk.
figurin'
"Might as well, and take your
on
gaff,
and get it over. But don't give it to me too heavy, or 111 knock you on your keister." He coughed up oil and spat it in the sink. "What a bummer I got.
What
wind and
my
a
bummer.
rain.
What
I
was almost
there, creeping along in the
a night! Couldn't see two feet in front of
was about
and then suddenly, whoosh, I and next thing I knew I was hassling around in a pit of oil. I was choking on it, and couldn't see, and it was pulling me down. Wonder I didn't drown. I kept clawing the sides and got a hand on a rock and hung there. And all the time the rain was coming down like mad, and I was freezing and swallowing great gobs of oil every time I breathed. I kept nose. I
walked
there,
off into nothing,
fumbling and found a root or something and dragged myself out."
She said get
you a
in disgust,
Seein'
Eye
"Next time
I
send you out, I'm goin' to
dog."
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She dropped to a kitchen chair. He was naked now, and his body heavy with oil. "Get me a towel. She didn't hear. The shock had been slow in coming but finally had settled in. At last she said, "You blew it. Enough to ,,
take care of
what I'm
me
the rest of
goin' to do. Can't
my days.
I ain't so
work much
young.
I don't
know
longer."
30 Cautiously, D.C. picked his
way
along the narrow, wet,
and slippery ledge. By hugging the stucco wall, he was barely able to keep his footing. The storm had passed but his fur was soon soaked by the runoff from the roof, and he hated wet fur. Yet this time he didn't mind. He was no longer a prisoner. He would find his way home, and Patti, Ingrid, and Mike would be on the floor around him, making over him. Nothing in life, not even lizard hunting, brought more happiness than love of family. At the first window, he pawed quietly but persistently. It was securely locked. He had to find an open window, sneak through an apartment, hide, and then shoot out a corridor door when someone opened it. He took a few more steps and discovered a section of the ledge missing. He estimated the distance as one good leap. Maybe a few inches more than one leap. It would be touch and go. He wriggled his fuselage by way of warming up the motor, poised his hind legs, and sprang. His forepaws found solid footing but his back ones scrambled wildly in space before his lurching body vaulted his back end up onto the ledge. He sat a moment, washing a paw, and glanced about to determine if anyone had witnessed this embarrassing incident. Finished with cleaning the paw, which was an old cat ploy
breath—the same as with basketball players who fake a minor injury to gain a moment's rest—he listened for catching one's
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His folks might be calling him. Patti might even have
intently.
the silent whistle out. But he heard no
A
few
feet farther on, a potted
paw
put one
Then he
sat
out, testing, to learn if
up
to see
if
human
sound.
he could jump over
it,
on that course. With split-second timing, he got
on the
pot's edge,
over the geranium.
and with only a
The backlash
He
geranium blocked him. he could squeeze around
little jet
of the jet
it.
and decided
his front
paws
propulsion, leaped
movement, however,
sent the pot crashing to the ground. Instantly he flattened him-
the wall. Any second he expected to hear people Humans simply went bananas when they heard a crashing. At home once, his tail had accidentally brushed a
self against
screaming.
pot
plant from the kitchen drainboard, and even Patti
He had
never understood why. The yard was
was
filled
furious.
with gera-
niums, and what did one more matter?
Nobody pushed ledge,
the panic button and he continued along the which grew narrower with the curve of the building. He
was passing a window when a drape fluttering in the breeze grazed his tail, which had more sensory equipment than a radar station. He jumped as if set upon by an assassin, and coming down, heard a startled voice inside. "George! George!" the
woman whispered
in
fright.
George
groaned and mumbled. "Somebody s outside the window," she continued.
George aroused himself. "No way. Third No way. Go back to sleep."
floor,
remember?
"Could be a cat burglar." "In this
dump? You
and stumbled
said, "You're right.
face."
He
out of your mind?" Nevertheless, he got
up
window. Returning to bed, he It is a cat burglar. He's out there washing his bed, turned on his side away from her, and
sleepily to the
got into
pulled the covers up.
and kill himself." His wife was more awake than She was organizing the rescue squad.
"He'll fall ever.
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"Whatcha want me heaven's sake,
I
"But, George,
if
on
"He'll land
never dreamed
Go
do?
to
gotta get
up
in
out and
fall
with him? For
an hour/'
he falls-" all fours.
Cats've got springs General Motors
of/'
George—"
"But,
"My heavens, Maida, if self." He groaned. "I don't
you're worried, go on out there yourget
it."
"You don't get what, George?"
"Why
wives think nothing of sending their poor husbands out
in the cold
and dark
to help cats
burglars, while they stay in a
and dogs
warm
in trouble,
and look
for
bed. Talk about women's
lib!"
"Oh, George, go to sleep!"
From
the apartment window, Bogie got D.C. lined
sights of his .38. His
hands shook
like a drunk's.
up
A man
in the
could
not go through what he had tonight and come out with steady nerves.
hand
He
bet even the blasted cat couldn't.
solidly footed
on the
He
got his
gun
sill.
Behind him Auntie was flapping about. "Boy, are you
listenin'?
you do any
shootin'.
You'll get us into
Cops'll
be
all
one mess of trouble
over the place.
if
You hear me, boy?"
She tried to grab the gun but he was too quick for
her.
He
sent
floor. He still had the gun in hand and by accident or deliberately, straight at her. He was breathing heavily and his face livid. "Don't you ever do that again, you old hellcat. I'm no kid to be knocked around. And don't 'boy' me. I'm sick of you calling me boy. Do this, boy. Do
her sprawling across the pointed, whether
that, boy.
him
out.
of that,
And
right
now
I'm going to
kill
a cat because you let
Somebody's going to recognize him.
Had you
thought
you old hag?"
opened it a teenie weenie bit," she said, "and as I'm and breathin' I never did see no cat go so fast." "Don't you move until I get this job done. You hear me?" He turned back to the window, and again lined D.C. up. He "I only
livin'
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it, and squeezed the trigger. The room. "I got him! I got him!" Moving the about bounced roar swiftly, he stuck the .38 under a sofa pillow and headed for the door. "Gotta pick him up before anybody else does. Gotta bury
took a deep breath, held
him."
With
effort,
closing door as
Auntie rose on arthritic joints and stared at the if it
was gone from her grim
were a living-breathing creature. The whine Her eyes hardened and her lips set in a
face.
line.
31
At 6 a.m. Ingrid took a hot shower, doctored her warm bed. She was too keyed up, though, 'Tm too old to cry," she told Patti. "I want to but I'm
wounds, and got into a to sleep.
too old."
They had been convinced that D.C. would be back with them morning and that the ordeal would be ended. They would all three be on the floor and he would purr up a storm. He would stay close to them all day, the way he did when they were gone for any length of time. He would forgo lizards and bird stalking and tracking down the enemy. They would buy him something special, like fresh liver, and he would wolf it down like liver was going out of style. Even Mike was subdued. "I'll make you a double malted," he offered Ingrid. Since she was a half pound overweight, she refused. The scales were her altar. As usual, Zeke came by for breakfast, and Ingrid joined him
this
and
Patti. "I don't think
ing.
As he
talked,
he was running a see
if
I'll
ever be
he cleaned test.
It's
mud
not
warm from
again,"
he
said, shiver-
his fingernails. "I think
uncommon
in kidnappings.
To
you'd show up alone, as he instructed, and to determine
you were being tailed, and to wear you down to a point where you're so shot you're nothing more than a robot."
if
He
talked exclusively to Ingrid. Only occasionally did his
135
eyes
flick to Patti.
inanity, but didn't
He
He
longed to say something to her,
know how
to go about
'The name's
mad at
me," Ingrid told him.
blame him," Mike
"I don't
sister/'
Patti," Patti said.
"Greg's awfully
said.
Ingrid ignored him. "I don't think
a
only an
continued, to Ingrid, "He'll call Greg with instructions,
probably today, or you or your
to
if
it.
me again—and we've been little girl
ever speak
he'll ever, ever,
pals for years
and
years, since I
and went over one day, and picked
his roses,
was and
gave them to him."
"You did exactly
right,"
Zeke reassured her.
talk with
"I'll
Greg."
"Let me," Mike said. "I
know how
to
handle him. He's a very
complex person."
what you
"Is that
him?" Patti put
call
him some-
in. "I'd call
thing else." "I don't "I'll
talk to
want anybody him myself."
talking to
him
for me," Ingrid said.
Mike smirked. "Sure, why not? You're in love with him." "Why don't you go play on the freeway?" Zeke attacked the bacon and eggs. "You know, in kidnappings
we
often
demand proof
the victim
to think out the investigative steps
of this nature.
"We
is alive."
He
took a
moment
pursued in the average crime
take some incident in his
life.
Where was
Aunt Gertrude's funeral held? Something only the victim would know. If the subject comes back with the right answer— after asking his prisoner— then
we know
the victim's alive.
We
can't
ask the subject to talk with a cat, of course, but—" Patti broke in.
"Why
not? Not the criminal—but
we
could.
Over the phone." For the first time he gazed at her. Longingly. His voice was soft and considerate. "Patti"—he had rarely used her name since their "misunderstanding"— "I don't know how to say it but—" "You'd better not, Zeke," Ingrid warned. Patti said,
136
"I'll
arrange it—if the criminal calls me.
The FBI
may be what
it
the greatest investigative organization in the
knows about
Zeke took
much
cats wouldn't
his eyes
away.
fill
world— but
a pea pod."
"I admit,"
he
said,
"we haven't had
experience."
Ingrid was in the kitchen by herself the back door.
Web
when
she heard the tap on
stood there, looking disconsolate.
"Hi," she said.
"You
all
"Guess
Come on
right?"
Ache
so.
"Can t. Mom's "The man
"He
all
over. Feel like I'd
sick.
He
by a porcupine.
faked out."
was worried about you. Got
did! Gosh, I'm sorry. I
I'll
walk
you ought
to walk.
to
For Muscular Dys-
for you."
She put her arms around him. "You trying "I
hit
Where's old D.C.?"
didn't come.
thinking, I don't think
trophy.
been
in."
to
make me
cry?"
was awful worried."
"I'm glad."
know
"Yeah, I don't
me
another
girl
who
has a sister who'd
make
pizzas."
"You're terrible." "I
was worried."
"Yeah, sister
Web,
I
know. You don't know another
who'd make you
"No. Well,
I
She smiled.
got to get back to "I
girl
who
has a
pizzas."
mom. See you
anon."
can hardly wait for anon."
At the FBI office, the red-headed, tight-skirted receptionist informed Zeke that Supervisor Newton wanted to see him. Zeke had phoned Newton after returning home from the oil field to
him about the night's events. Or rather, non-events. "A dry run, huh?" Newton said. "You don't think he spotted
brief
you?"
"Not a chance.
If
you could' ve seen us
slithering
around in the 137
mud,
like snakes
effort to
.
.
remove the a
"I got
continued.
"Who's
."
He
twisted his shoulders and neck in an
kinks.
call right after
"He was about
to
yours from
blow
Ed
Hawkins," Newton
his top."
Ed Hawkins?"
"I thought you knew him. At the Los Angeles Mirror. He's got more growl than a bear. Dictate your report and then see if you
can get
The
his
blood pressure down."
report took an hour. Zeke dictated smoothly and tersely,
and organized
his material well as
he went.
He
liked the con-
mind from the one pressed on his mind day and
centration the report required. It took his
completely unsolvable case that night: Patti Randall.
Ed Hawkins
proved a
big,
rawboned, sagging-shouldered,
bushy-browed individual who resembled a stevedore more than a managing editor. He had a short fuse. The second Zeke identified himself,
he rose to his
feet,
kicked the chair back, and
"Huh! So Newton was too scared to come?" His voice doubled in volume. ''We've got an agreement with you people— and you've broken your word. It's always a one-way road with
started.
the FBI.
We do you a favor but to hell with us."
did.
know what you're talking about," Zeke said Newton had thoroughly briefed him. Somehow,
had
to
"I don't
quietly.
He
though, he
calm the bear, a feat the bear's reporters seldom succeeded in doing. "Could we sit down?"
Hawkins remained standing. "The kidnapping. And don't tell got one because we know you have. The FBI got us to promise six months ago we wouldn't break a snatch story until it was over and the victim returned safely— and you prom-
me you haven't
ised—you promised"—his blood pressure rose—"you'd keep us posted along with the other Los Angeles papers on every development, hour by hour, so
when
the victim was safely back home,
we could break the story with a full account in the next edition." An agreement of this nature was routine in kidnapping cases— to protect the party abducted.
138
Even
if
reporters
dug up the
story
on their own, which was volved, the kidnapper
fairly
easy with so
was inclined
many people
in-
to believe the victim's family
had talked with the FBI or police. The victim's life depended in cases on the strictest secrecy being maintained by the newspapers as well as the family and authorities. Hawkins continued angrily, "And then last night—last night— you double-crossed us." Zeke looked him straight in the eyes. "It wasn't, Mr. Hawkins, what you'd call a legitimate kidnapping. It was a— well, you won't believe it— but someone snatched a cat and is holding him
many
for ransom."
"One
of the rock stars?"
"No, no, a regular
Hawkins stared size?"
"A
He
You know, the kind that goes meow." frank disbelief. "A little cat? About this
cat.
in
demonstrated with his hands. bigger."
little
"You're trying to snucker me." "It's
the gospel truth." Zeke synopsized the case to date.
stressed the danger to the Randall family
break the
story.
Not only might such a
if
He
a newspaper should
story result in the death of
the cat but possibly in the death of one or both of the Randall girls.
Hawkins dropped his weight into the chair, which groaned and bounced. "I've been in this business twenty-eight years— " and heard some weird ones—but never in twenty-eight years Zeke nodded. "Yeah. I feel the same. But in view of the danger .
to the Randall girls—forget the
cat— you will hold
.
this in con-
fidence?"
Hawkins blew out a pent-up breath. "Not a word. Not even
my
wife.
She
isn't
too sure of
my
sanity as
it
is.
I
to
might get
committed to Camarillo." Zeke got up to
go. "Wait,"
Hawkins said
sharply. "I
want
your promise, when you get the victim back—that's what you called
the
cat,
wasn't it?— the
victim—craziest thing
heard—when you get him back, phone me immediately.
ever
I
I
can *39
see the headline—Cat
Ransomed
for $300,000/ We'll all go to
Camarillo together/'
Shortly after Zeke returned to the
routed a
call
office,
the switchboard
through to him. The party identified himself as the
superintendent of the Sampson Oil Field.
know whether this has any connection with your he began. The night before, agents had contacted him
don't
"I
case,"
to ask the location of No.
34 and to advise they would be operat-
ing on the property.
He of
continued, "Approximately three hundred yards northwest
Number
Thirty-four
we have an
oil
We rarely
sump.
get these
sumps in this kind of field but sometimes a pressure forces the oil up close to ground level. We covered it over some time ago but it was open last night. Some men had been working there and forgot to replace the cover. Well, someone fell in during the night/'
The superintendent met Zeke
at the gate in a jeep.
"We
better take the jeep," he told Zeke.
"We'd
don't have a road in
here."
For a half mile they bounced over rugged them, the of of
muck
pumps worked
ground
The sump was an
busily.
several feet across.
terrain. All
The
around
irregular pool
goo rose to within two feet
oily
level.
"He got out over a rain-washed
trail
there," said the superintendent.
of oily footprints
sump north toward a nearby country
He
indicated
away from the "And over here," he
leading
road.
continued as they walked toward a gate in the chain-link fence,
"someone forced the padlock. Had because
open
it's
this
a good, strong one.
to
One
know what he was doing, men found the gate
of our
morning."
Outside, just beyond the gate, were deep ruts in the soil
and numerous
footprints.
"He
muddy
shouldn't' ve pulled off the
road," the superintendent added. "Almost got stuck."
Zeke nodded. 140
He
observed that the subject wore about a size
worn along the outer back edge. movement. A lab technician would return later to photograph the prints and car tracks and make plaster of Paris casts. Zeke took a mental note: the subject would have difficulty in cleaning up both himself and his car. If he were apprehended eight shoe with heels well
Hence, he walked "on
his heels" in a falling-backward
soon, he might have oil residue nails or
between the
on
toes. Oil, to,
around the would have seeped into the
his feet, possibly
cracks and texture of the car's floorboard.
"He mustve been a sight," the superintendent remarked. "We think he was carrying a cat. Probably in a carrier." The superintendent shot him a quick glance. "A cat? Sounds like voodoo. Was this guy from Haiti? I worked there years ago."
"Any way to drag the sump?" know." The superintendent backed up a few
Zeke shook "I don't
Drag a sump
his head.
for a cat?
"I'll
have
As he drove back to the
to
office,
feet.
check on that."
Zeke experienced a surge
of
The chances were D.C. was dead and the death of any living thing shook him up. He remembered his first: a little mustang that had been his pal from the time he was ten until seventeen. He had fed and curried her, and when the world was dead set against him, ridden her up into Old Man's Canyon to follow the trails they had known together. sadness.
32
The sand was wet and cold, but the sun, a few hours up, was begirming to dry out the world below. The ocean was back to its
norm, the breakers rolling in easily but nervously and the
crests in their usual state of frenzy.
humans, floated
lazily
The
gulls, utterly oblivious to
except for an occasional swoop and dive.
Bogie rocked back on
his
haunches, binoculars to his eyes.
scanned the beach in sweeps, then narrowed his
and studied
it
in
more
detail.
He
field of vision
Already the musclemen were 141
working
out, building circus pyramids,
doing cartwheels, practic-
ing karate, and taking ordinary body exercises. Not far old
man walked
head bent low, looking
slowly,
for
away an money or
Now
valuables the beach crowd the day before might have
lost.
and then he would stoop
over, and,
usually, toss
it
to pick
into the ocean.
up an
A
article,
look
it
half mile distant,
a
young
couple walked hand-in-hand. Both were in heavy jackets and
Approaching them were two young men jogging along
pants.
near the tide
line.
Bogie put the binoculars down. scotch.
He He
He
badly needed a slug of
never had been so depressed. Everything had gone
and smelled the oil. It was a wonder he was not dead. Even now he could feel the heavy pull of it in the pit. Someone should be prosecuted. When he had collected the ransom, he would have Auntie put in an anonymous phone call to the proper authorities and demand the arrest of the person wrong.
still
tasted
responsible for such a death trap.
And
then, after that nightmare, another one with the cat.
had had the animal dead
when
hit,
in his sights.
He had
He
seen him jump
When he went to locate the body, it. He had searched in the area around an hour. A curious, runny-nosed, little
then disappear.
though, he failed to find the carrousel for nearly
kid had asked him what he was doing, and
when Bogie
told
him, the youngster said he had seen a black cat wandering
about on the beach. Apparently the cat had vanished from the ledge into an apartment. It
turned out that
it
was
because when he put in a
just as well
call to the
he had not killed the
cat,
go-between, Greg Baiter, he
had encountered an unexpected complication. At Auntie's suggestion, he had taken a stern approach with that young pipsqueak of an ambulance chaser. He had told him flatly that the reason he— Bogie—had not shown up for the rendezvous was because he had spotted police officers at the scene. They had set a trap for him, he said, and he was of a notion to kill the Randall girls and forget the money. He was an honorable man and had played fair but they had broken their word. They 142
wanted
to
hang him, and why should he deal with them? Baiter
swore that Ingrid alone had gone to No. 34, and said he had stood in the phone booth for hours while the rain came down in sheets. Baiter got
tough and, somehow or other, seized the
in-
and Bogie found himself on the defensive. Baiter refused up another date and place for payment of the ransom until
itiative,
to set
Bogie put D.C. on the phone to Patti Randall.
At
this point, Bogie's
the phone? At finger in
extracted
first
thoughts seemed to fog up. Put a cat on
he believed he had misheard.
one ear and vigorously shook the it,
He
finger.
put a
little
But when he
he got the same reception. The Randalls absolutely
refused to deliver the
money
until
he called them and placed
D.C. on the phone. Patti Randall would talk with the
cat. That was just about the craziest thing he had ever heard. That broad had bats in her belfry. However, there seemed nothing to do but
to play along.
He
told the go-between
he would humor Miss
He would telephone the Randall home before noon and put the cat on the line. He was not guaranteeing, however,
Randall.
would talk. This cat, he informed the go-between, was one of the meanest creatures that had ever drawn breath. that the cat
Surprisingly enough, the go-between agreed, for a loop.
He was
instantly suspicious.
which threw Bogie
Something was going on
naked ear did not catch. So now he had to track down and trap the cat he had thought he had killed. He realized he had committed a horrible mistake
that the
grabbing the cat. He should have kidnapped some wealthy old geezer. He would have been far easier to handle. At least everyone would have acted sensibly and with in the first place in
honor.
Bogie went back to surveying the beach with the binoculars.
He had
pulled his field of vision to within a quarter mile
when
young couple. They were sitting on a blanket eating breakfast from a sack, and something small and black was alongside the girl. It did not move. A purse, perhaps. But the outline was not that of a purse. The girl the glasses again encircled the
reached into the sack, took something out, and held
it
up a
foot
H3
or so above the black object, which
and
it
now
did move.
It
was a
cat
sat up.
Bogie broke into a run. The sand grabbed his shoes and slowed him. He slipped a foot for every two feet he gained.
D.C. was wolfing the meat from a sandwich when Bogie appeared.
He grabbed up what he had
refuge behind the
Bogie smiled. "That's this
morning and
not eaten and took
girl.
I've
my
cat.
He
got out of the apartment
been looking everywhere for him."
D.C. poked his head around the
"You sure
he's
"Yeah, I'd
know him anywhere."
girl's
your cat?" asked the
hip and hissed.
girl.
D.C. hissed again.
"He
doesn't
seem
to
know
you," said the boy.
Bogie tried for a laugh. "Little game
he wants
to play
it,
I
we
play.
He
runs
when
chase him, and sometimes he spits and
." He shot a little guy hand down for him, hoping to grab him behind the ears, but D.C. was too quick. No swordsman ever slashed with deadlier skill. Having drawn a copious quantity of blood, D.C. took off. Bogie laughed through clenched teeth, wrapped a handkerchief around the wound, and without further words took off. D.C. streaked for a black and white kiosk a short distance away and disappeared through a crawl hole beneath the structure, which was built two feet above ground. Bogie got down on his hands and knees but kept his distance. His experience in
sometimes he wants to wrestle. Here,
having lived with stick his
this cat for several
nose inside the crawl hole.
back, though, he could not discern ness.
He
.
.
days dictated he should not
From a distance of two feet any movement in the dark-
straightened up, and looked about, hoping for inspira-
was closed, but even if it had been open he would have had no idea how to capture this wild animal that would love nothing better than
tion,
to
divine or otherwise. At this hour, the kiosk
amputate an arm.
He was 144
sitting
on
his
aching haunches
when he became
aware of an enormous figure of a man towering over him.
When
he glanced up, he was seized with something very close to a massive coronary. His eyes crawled from the bulging holster,
up the uniform,
to the craggy, merciless face
blue eyes. Clumsily, Bogie got to his feet.
"My
cat."
The
He
"My
and hard,
cat,"
cold,
he sputtered.
indicated the crawl hole.
officer
nodded, said nothing, and waited for Bogie to
rescue his cat. Bogie stood paralyzed.
He knew
exactly
how
Lot's
was turned to salt. It was a question of risking an amputation of a hand or arm, or arousing a suspicion that might ultimately wreck everything. D.C. saved him from making a decision. He shot forth, skirted around him and the officer, and streaked down the beach. He veered right and climbed an embankment of sand covered with
wife
felt
those minutes before she
clumps of ragged, starving weeds.
Two
now
motivated Bogie. The
was to capture D.C, and the second, to escape the law. The two melded, and he broke out of his petrifaction and took off after the cat. Climbing the embankment, he looked back. The officer stood watching. At the top of the embankment was a busy highway with desires
first
thundering herds racing in each direction. Oblivious to the
danger—perhaps relying on the well-documented fact that each more lives— D.C. braved the stampedes. He brought cars to a halt with tires screeching, horns honking, and
cat has nine or
drivers shouting.
Behind him came Bogie,
pandemonium but more and should know better.
of the
same
stirring
since
up the same
he was two-legged
Across the street, a little old lady watched over glasses set low on her nose. She had bright blue-jay eyes, a perk hat that sat high on piled-up hair, and Goodwill clothes. With unexpected sprightliness, she
bent low and scooped up a very surprised
D.C. Before she had straightened, she had her scarf wrapped around him, which foreclosed the possibility of gymnastics on his part. D.C. protested loudly, then sensing he had stumbled
on a
friend, softened his outcry.
145
Bogie was panting and his eyes threatened to pop out.
was
cat." It
all
"The very dear,
little
"My
he could manage.
idea," she said, scolding, "permitting this sweet,
cat to run loose. You're a lucky
young man that he
wasn't killed."
He nodded. "Yes, ma'am." D.C., too, agreed. "We must look after our dear, furry, little said an
amen
creatures." D.C.
to that. "They're so helpless."
"Yes, ma'am."
He wondered how he was He remembered he had
home.
helpless savage
going to get
this
started out with a
carrier.
"Don't you have anything to carry him
in,
young man?"
"No, ma'am."
"You must never carry a cat in your arms when you're around automobiles. How would you feel if herds of elephants were racing all around you." He had a good notion to tell her he'd prefer the elephants to this cat.
She continued, petting D.C. and talking
him. "He has
to
suffered a serious traumatic shock."
He has,
What about me?
Bogie thought.
"You'd better take him to the doctor.
He may need
a tranquil-
izer."
Well both
get one.
"Are you a Christian, young man?" "No, ma'am.
I
mean,
"I don't like to see
yes,
ma'am,
I
guess so."
God's creatures in heathen homes. His peo-
ple should look after them." D.C. said another amen. "Yes,
return
ma'am. Could it
away?
right
borrow your
I
I live just
stole,
ma'am,
over there."
curved building about the merry-go-round. your address "I'll
He
promise to
indicated the
me
"If
you'd give
my
way. Not when
." .
.
come with you.
.
.
.
No,
the welfare of one of our furry
you have a wife?" "An aunt." 146
if I
it isn't
little
out of
creatures
is
concerned.
Do
I'll want to see your litter box and scratching what you're feeding him. A good scratching post is
"Very good. post and
very important to a
cat's
psyche."
33
and Patti day she had missed in three years. Restless, she straightened books and magazines and gewgaws, dusted absent-mindedly, and stared out the windows. Greg left for work in the sports car that had the look of a woman just out of the hairdresser's. Mrs. Macdougall emptied the rain cans into a big container that she wheeled about on a dolly. She had a weapon stuck in her blouse. Zeke had predicted she would one day blow off a nipple. Wilbur emerged from the front door and headed down the street. Mrs. Macdougall yelled at him but he had gone off the air. He seldom
Mike went
to school, Ingrid
back
telephoned the shop to report she was
ill.
bothered these days with the hearing
aid.
world.
"Same
he had told
It
to bed,
was the
He
first
preferred a silent
wrong with people as with the flickers," "They talk too much about how sick we all
thing's
Patti.
are.
At the sound of the doorbell her hands froze
in the
bathroom
washbasin she was cleaning. She took a deep breath, and forced herself to the door.
Greg stepped
in court in fifteen minutes.
He me at
battery."
into the living room. "I'm
due
Rogers versus Adams. Assault and
took a second to catch his breath. "The kidnapper
the office and I rushed right out. Not for the cat. I him he could hang the cat for all I cared— and it shook him up. He didn't know what to say to that. You can put yourself in his place. What if you had a victim nobody wanted? But of course you can't put yourself in his place because you don't feel like the rest of us neighbors. But as I was saying, I rushed right out, not for the cat, but for you—" called
told
"Greg, for heaven's sake, what'd he say?" "Said he saw cops last night and accused you and Inky of
147
him
trying to lure
Told him
so.
into a trap. I didn't believe
was torturing you. Told him go-between
me
backtracking and assured
work
out.
Then
I told
told
him
couldn't continue to serve as the his promises,
idiot.
and he did some would
the next time everything
him you wanted
a complete
cat. I felt like
I
he didn't keep
if
him and
think he intended to keep the date and
I didn't
What
to talk
with the blasted
kind of an attorney would
dicker with a kidnapper for his client to talk with a cat?" "Please, Greg, what'd
he say?"
took him by surprise, same as
would anyone with an ounce of sense. He balked. Said I was crazy— and I agreed. But I told him, crazy or not, you wouldn't pay the ransom until you knew the cat was alive. I got tough and he finally agreed and said for you to stand by. I told him to put the cat on the phone "It
before noon.
My
it
me
heavens, you've got
doing
Acting like
it.
common thing in the world to talk to a cat." me here?" He nodded. "Said he didn't know if he could make it by noon. could tell he's got a problem." He smiled. "Maybe the cat
it's
the most
"He'll call
I
want to She dropped
doesn't
talk to you." to the
arm
some
of an easy chair. "We've said
unkind things to each other, Greg, but
I
want you
to
know
I
appreciate what you're doing." "All I ask
from you,
Blitzy.
is
But
when you
"It's
a
that I
you keep your cat out
of
my
yard and away
guess you'll be taking the cat with you, won't
get married?"
little indefinite."
"Taking the cat— or getting married?" "I don't
know. I'm so upset."
"Thank God you've
still
jealous because I lost
my
got time to call
out— because
I
change your mind. so, if
understand 148
I
you want
how
not that I'm
haven't a jealous bone in
body. But he simply doesn't match up to you,
works out when unequals marry. I'm
you
it off. It's
still
around
Parti. It if
you want
won't embarrass you by telling you to
come
back.
I'll
forgive
never
I
to
told
you because
I
a girl can be swept off her feet by the glamor
of the
FBI— saving
that jazz.
Think
the country from spies and terrorists and
it
over.
As your husband
I'd
all
be home every
night with you instead of chasing goodness-knows-what, and telling
you
you where
it's
and top
national security
I've
secret,
been or with whom. Well,
your talk with the cat comes out and
and
let
I can't tell
me know how
can do anything."
if I
"Thank you, Greg." "Tell Inky I've forgiven her.
down with
probably come
I'll
pneumonia from standing half the night in a phone booth in a cloudburst. I just hope she never has to get a taxi on a rainy night."
"She loves you, Greg.
good
It's
have an older person around to "I love her, too."
to
commit
assault
He
glanced at his watch. "The judge
me
Shortly afterward, Zeke phoned, "I
may have bad
and
is
going
don't get going."
if I
Patti took the call.
news," he said gently. sorry,
to
talk to."
and battery on
words said he was
someone growing up
for
The way he spoke
the
he loved her, and wished he could do
something. "I don't know, but
I
thought
Inky what's happened. The subject
I
should
tell
you and
sump last night on his way to meet Inky, and if he had D.C. with him in a carrier We're having the sump dragged. We'll know soon." Her heart seemed to quit. "But Greg talked with the kidnap.
.
fell
into
an
oil
.
per only about an hour ago," she said slowly, searching for hope, "and said he'd put D.C. on the phone today." She added,
"Greg did say the kidnapper sounded as
A
if
he had a problem."
problem? Probably he was out hunting for another cat to
substitute for D.C.
D.C.'s voice, the
But he could not deceive them. They knew
same
as
they
knew
their
father's,
or
each
other's.
At exactly noon, the
shrill
ringing of the telephone brought
Ingrid instantly awake, and she went flopping in her slippers to the kitchen,
where
Patti held the receiver with the
palm
of one
149
hand over
it.
She
sat there immobile,
waiting until she had
gained her composure. Only then did she say hello. "Patti?"
She did not know
how
a
man
could put such a threat of
violence into one word. "Yes."
"How're
ya, sweetheart?"
momentarily threw her
His brazenness hausted.
How'd you expect me
off
balance.
"Ex-
to be?"
"Don't you get smart with mel"
She allowed herself a dash of anger. "What d'you mean keeping
my
sister
out in a cloudburst for hours?" Ingrid, listening
had her cheek against as
if
to see the
Pattfs.
in,
She stared intently into the phone
man.
"She brought the cops with her." "That's a lie— and
between— on your
you know
instructions.
it.
She even ditched the go-
You got our
cat there
by the
phone?"
"Yeah—right
here.
Go
ahead. Say something."
He
laughed
uproariously.
"Put him close enough to the receiver to hear
dont hold him— and get
off
want
to hear
what
"Put the receiver "It's
voice— and
the line."
"Okay, he hears you. He's got his ears up. I
my
he's got to
down by
say— and
it'd
Go ahead and
talk.
better be good."
his feet."
down."
Patti spoke softly. "D.C.
D.C.
It's
Patti,
D.C." She whistled
softly.
grew big. He looked about, checking. That was his girl talking. But where was she? He put his nose to the receiver. He touched it then with a paw. "Sit up, D.C. Sit up and shake hands. Sit up." He looked at Bogie and Auntie, and all around the room. His girl was somewhere close. But why didn't she come out where he could see her, and pet him? Again, her voice came out of the receiver, and again he touched it gently with one paw. D.C.'s eyes
*5°
D.C.
"Sit up,
Sit up."
Obediently he sat up, his back ramrod
paw toward the receiver. As he
his right
straight.
did
so,
He
stuck out
he meowed.
His voice came over clearly. Ingrid's eyes
filled
with
tears.
He was alive, thank God. He was all right. When he was little, Parti had taught him to sit up for his food and shake hands. On his own he had figured he should meow also when asking for his dinner. Not a loud meow but in about the same tone a child used in saying "Please." Every night he
went through the ritual in front of the refrigerator, whence came all the good things of life. At times his expression seemed to reflect an opinion that this was a rather silly routine, but if it pleased his humans, then he would humor them. Early in his young adulthood, though, Patti discovered that he would not sit
up when any
of his cat friends
dropped
in.
He was
not
about to besmirch his image as the General Patton of the neighborhood. Patti
dropped the phone back
back the alive.
tears. All that
into
its
cradle.
She fought
she could think about was that he was
Apparently, too, he was well, judging from the vibrancy
in his voice.
now relief
She had prepared herself to accept his death.
And
surged through her.
She had forgotten
to ask instructions
about the delivery of the
ransom, or that Zeke had requested her to keep the phone line
open
as long as possible to give the telephone
to trace the call.
company time
She had forgotten there would be a tomorrow.
34
"You ve got another one," the receptionist said
when he returned from
He
to
Zeke
lunch. "Over there."
turned to find a thin, long-haired boy of about ten with
headlight eyes and a mouthful of bands. to his shirt front as
if
never to
let go.
A
small black cat clung
Zeke groaned inwardly.
The Wanted— Information
flyer had drawn several hundred and a steady run of small fry bearing black cats. "Hello, son," Zeke said. The boy stared and the cat flattened himself even flatter.
phone
calls
"Thanks for coming looking for
is
in,"
Zeke continued, "but the cat we're
considerably larger."
The boy nodded and got up to go. "Is he a stray?" asked Zeke. The boy nodded again. "You re sure he's a stray? Not a neighbor's cat?"
The boy
shifted uneasily. "Put
him back
right
where you got
him," Zeke said. "That's an order— from the FBI. If you don't, you'll
be guilty of cat
The boy looked
stealing,
terrified,
which is a very
serious crime."
and without a word backed up
he struck the door, then backed through
it,
until
never taking his
eyes from Zeke.
"Cat stealing!" said the receptionist. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself. Scaring a "If I don't scare
little
boy."
them," he said, "I'm going to be responsible
for the biggest shift in cat population in this city in all history."
He was
catching
it
from everyone. The
SPCA had
telephoned
the director in Washington to report that no black cat was safe in
Los Angeles, with or without white whiskers.
by two
Zeke's dismal spirits were lifted shortly, though,
opments. at the
New
devel-
York Field advised that four parties interviewed
Wall Street brokerage house from which the
been stolen had
identified the subject as
securities
had
Harry Bogart when
shown the sketch drawn by the Los Angeles Police Department artist. They had chosen the No. 2 frontal view as the best likeness. They described the subject as about five feet five; weight, approximately 150 pounds; eyes, brown; hair, a dark brown; build, athletic with squared-off shoulders; distinguishing marks, a
small scar on his chin, right of center; special interests, drag racing, anything to
good although to himself
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do with
cars.
his superior said
His employment record was
he was a "smart
alec."
He
kept
but showed unusual interest in the operations of the
brokerage house and Wall Street in general, which his employers at the time
thought was commendable.
The home address he gave
the firm's personnel department
turned out to be nonexistent, and investigation to date by
York Field to locate
his
New
former domicile had proven negative.
The second development broke about midafternoon when Los Angeles agents checking typewriter rental and sales firms reported that the James King Office Equipment
Company
in
Manhattan Beach had rented the typewriter in question to one Harry Bogart exactly three weeks ago to this day. The company
was not
in the rental business but
when Bogart
said he
was
had agreed The salesman recognized Bogart
interested in buying the typewriter, the salesman let
him
"take
it
out to
try."
to at
one glance when shown the drawing. Mother, pin a rose on old Mrs. Macdougall, Zeke thought.
He had
considered her scatterbrained but in a time of terror she
had photographed the subject sharply enough
in her
mind
to
give the artist a remarkably accurate description.
Working
rapidly,
Zeke arranged with Newton to dispatch
agents with copies of the sketch to Manhattan Beach and the
nearby beach communities where they were to though, that no copies were to be posted.
nished to
officers
only for their
recognize the subject
were they
lance,
He
They were
warned,
to
be
fur-
personal use— so they would
they saw him or stopped him for a
Under no circumstances, howapprehend him. They were to run a surveil-
or other minor violation.
traffic
ever,
if
own
help of
enlist the
the police and other law enforcement agencies.
if
to
possible, until
such time as they could notify the FBI.
Since the subject had indicated in the tape—which referred to
"we"—that he was working with
at least
one other party, Zeke
feared an arrest of the subject might lead to frightening reprisals.
His accomplice or accomplices might wreak revenge
on Parti or Ingrid.
He lion,
felt elated.
Out
of an area with a population of seven mil-
including Los Angeles' satellite
had narrowed the geography
to a
cities,
the two developments
few beach communities. 153
35 Parking his car alongside the closed supermarket, Bogie got out, stretched, and casually cased the deserted parking
The time was
lot.
and once again, he was in high spirits. As he unlocked the trunk and took out the beaten-up, old-fashioned satchel, he smiled broadly. This was an inspiration. What a brilliant idea. But then he was filled with them. He headed for the same phone booth from which he had placed the first call to the Randall home. It was his lucky booth. Not that he was superstitious, but if you had something going for you, keep it going, he always said.
A
11 p.m.,
quarter million dollars.
He would
But he was
would be off.
No
before
quarter million
all for
himself.
More than know why he should cut her
give Auntie $50,000 out of the $300,000.
the old hellcat deserved. in.
A
like that.
He
didn't
Generous to a
This
fault, big-hearted.
He figured he would just wander He had hoped she would pop off
their last job together.
reason for a big scene. this,
but she was one of those wiry dames
who would
live
forever.
In the booth, he dialed a taxi company.
A
man's voice said a
cab would be there in a few minutes. Waiting, he stood in the shadows of the supermarket, whistling softly. He took a mustache
from
and stuck it on. He certain he had it on straight. Next
his pocket, peeled off the backing,
took pains with
it,
making
he slipped on a pair of large sun
down at the
satchel,
some broad,
that Randall kid.
glasses. Occasionally
he glanced
and every time burst into a low laugh. A quarter million. First, he would have some fun with the young Randall girl. He would give her $5,000 if she was nice to him and for five grand she would be. Wow, if anyone had offered him five thou when he was seventeen he would have knocked off the President if they had wanted him to. That was
*54
He
really
went
for her.
But not
for
her older skeleton.
Too
thin.
liked a
little
sister.
He
Hugging her would be like hugging a meat on them. Something to get hold
of.
Once he had the money, and had given Auntie her $50,000 and kissed her off, he would box the quarter million and mail it
Las Vegas.
to himself in care of General Delivery,
If
the cops
stopped him then for speeding, or anything, he would be in the clear.
He would
just
keep mailing the money to himself from
one place to another as he traveled around. Never have
it
on him.
Smart, huh? Always thinking. Far ahead. Most guys didn't and
ended
in the jug.
In Las Vegas he would round up four or five sheiks
had the
but four or
A
right idea.
One
harem.
girl
girls.
Those old
could be a bore,
wow! So help him, though, he would not
five,
take
a drink. That was the price one had to pay for success. If he drank, he talked.
No
sir,
no hard
Perhaps a
liquor.
Some
pagne, the best vintage they had.
little
cham-
of that $ioo-a-bottle
stuff.
The
parking
taxi rolled into the
driver looking around. Bogie satchel in the front seat
the Randall home. "Look,
The
driver interrupted.
lot,
and he could see the
waved and walked
over.
He
put the
and handed the driver the address of
Mac—" he
started.
"You an actor?"
Mystified, Bogie shook his head.
The
driver continued,
"The name's not Mac. Only
jerks in
the movies call cabbies Mac."
Bogie did a slow burn.
it
It
would be
He
let it pass.
"Drop the
by the
front door.
You
guy.
He handed him The
a $20
don't
his luck to
draw a wise Leave you want to."
satchel off at that address.
need
to
knock unless
bill.
driver looked at the case suspiciously. "What's in it?"
"Nothing much. Just a joke I'm playing on a friend." "Like one of them
"You think
I
bombs
I
been reading about?"
look like a guy running around blowing
up
people?"
155
The I
driver took another look at the satchel. "I dunno, mister.
could get in a
lot of trouble."
Bogie unlocked the case.
The
"It's
a joke,
I tell
you."
driver looked in. "Great Jehoshaphat!" he said, jerking his
eyes away. "Great Jehoshaphat!"
not knocking. No,
sir,
He
pocketed the $20
bill.
"I'm
I'm not knocking."
"I told you, just leave it."
"And
get the hell out."
Bogie continued laughing.
good
in a long time.
with a screwball.
He
The
He
didn't
up one this was doing business
hadn't dreamed
driver thought he
know he was
dealing with a brilliant
financier.
Neither Patti nor Ingrid could sleep. They had discussed taking
when and if when they heard
a tranquilizer but each wanted to be clearheaded the kidnapper called. Both the car sidle
up
to the curb.
came
A
bolt upright
door slammed, and seconds
later,
another door, then footsteps hurried up the concrete walk. They tensed, anticipating a knock. Something
was being put down;
something touched the front door. Then someone was running
back up the walk.
By
Patti floundered out of bed, pulling half the
the time she got to the front window, a shadowy
covers
off.
figure
was jumping
into the driver's seat of a
car— a taxi— and
the motor, unduly accelerated, roared almost immediately. She
made out
the taxi company's
vehicle shot forward
name a
and disappeared
Ingrid had joined her.
"It's
scant second before the
into the night.
a taxi— and someone's got to be
out there by the front door. Just the driver got back "I only
heard one
They moved
in."
set of footsteps," Patti said.
cautiously
and
softly
about in the dark, and at
the front door stood rigidly for several minutes, listening.
went from room to room looking out of windows. prowling around out there," Patti
and have him under
surveillance."
said,
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we
got a package."
"If anyone's
"the agents
know
it
Zeke had doubled the number
of agents watching the house this night. "I think out. I think
They
it's
safe to go
Opening the door
tentatively,
prepared to scream
stood there, they spotted the satchel. Ingrid brought in the world?" Patti said. "It's heavy," Ingrid
anyone
if
it in.
"What
commented.
Afterward they realized they never should have opened a
bag that conceivably could have contained an explosive. But there was a tag tied to the handle that motivated them. The traveling
tag read: instructions inside.
Ingrid struggled with the catch, and suddenly the case opened
wide. Only a second elapsed before she screamed. "He's dead! D.C.'s dead!
They
killed him!"
She dropped to the sofa and cried uncontrollably. Patti, who had averted her eyes at the first glance inside the case, dropped beside Ingrid. Patti fought to control herself, her arms about her sister.
Mike came tearing
in,
sleepy-eyed.
grabbed him before he reached
The man
He's dead.
Mike broke
to
the case but Patti It's
Mike, don't!"
loose. Patti shouted, "Please,
sight of D.C. in death. little
He saw
"Don't look, Mike.
D.C.
killed him."
He would
too young.
it.
He was
memory the would they. Age had
never be able to erase from
Nor
for that matter,
do with death memories.
Crying, Mike reached in and ran his
hand over the soft, black "Good old D.C," he whispered, sobbing. The door opened, and a strange man in his late twenties barged in. He wore an old corduroy jacket, dark slacks, and a fur.
lumberjack
shirt.
"I'm your
new
neighbor," he said quietly. His
arm dangled and he had his FBI credential in the palm of his hand. Once Patti had noticed, he returned the billfold-like credential to a jacket pocket. It had been almost sleight of hand. right
Patti clenched her
D.C— and sent
fists
to control herself.
a cab to deliver his
case.
"He
name
of the taxicab
left it at
body
"The kidnapper
to us."
She indicated the
the front door and then took
company but not the
"We did," he said. He touched Mike on
license
the shoulder. "Please
killed
sit
off. I
got the
number." over there with
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your
sisters."
He
the satchel and
got its
down on
his
hands and knees and examined
contents. "Oh, God," he said softly.
He
then
spotted the tag on the handle: instructions inside. Exploring,
he ran
and located a note
tied to the
paw. The message had been typed
in capital
hands about the
his
cat's right front
insides,
letters.
He
read
"see
it
how
to himself, then aloud:
easy
it
is.
took
me only a
minute, meet you at
seven tonight, ingrid dear. AT SLX-THIRTY
I
will let you
know
we well meet and i will give you your cat d7 you don't rrtng the police or try tricks, if you do, he will be as dead as this cat—and so will you and your sister." where. at seven
36
That morning ing. Patti
at the breakfast table,
and Ingrid were
fast disintegrating.
were slow, and the conversation a weight intelligent;
they
knew
that the
plot tangent in Bogie's
They knew
all this,
dead cat
campaign
Zeke took reckonTheir movements
They were was only one more
to carry.
to torture
and destroy them.
and yet the time had come when the mind
could not reason with the emotions. Shock had stunned the brain, dulled the thinking, and shattered the nervous system. Yet tonight
when one
them set forth to meet the kidnapper, she needed to react swiftly and with good judgment. Zeke doubted if either had such capability. In the beginning Bogie had been ruthless and threatening; now he was a sadist torturing them on a rack of
of the Inquisition.
"When you
capture him," Patti said
where he got the
cat.
Was
softly, "I
want
to
know
there a tag, any identification?"
"None."
"Can we have him back?" Mike asked. "I want to bury him out under the flowering maple, and I'll make a little marker, and put 158
To the unknown cat. You know, like the Unknown Unknown Cat who gave his life for us?
on
it:
To
the
Soldier.
"That's sweet," Patti said. "We'll see."
"Why
not?"
"The FBI may have other plans." Ingrid got up. "I can't take
all tins talk
about death and bury-
ing."
"Finish your cereal," Patti ordered. "We'll talk about something else."
She poured another round of
going tonight,"
coffee. "I'm
she said quietly, dropping the remark as
if it
had no more import
than a reference to the weather. Ingrid stopped her spoon in midair. "You can't,
awfully mad.
He might do
"I should' ve
gone before but
got talked out of
I
spent such a terrible night in
pened
sis.
He'll
be
something."
my
life
and
if
it,
and
I
never
anything'd hap-
." .
.
"Why you
instead of me?"
"I'm the oldest. That's why. I'm in charge while Dad's gone." "Tell her, Zeke, she can't go."
Zeke straightened and tensed. "Look, think he's being double-crossed. He's
and
he's got the
upper hand right
got D.C. and you two as possible
we
Patti,
I'm afraid
made such
he'll
a point of it—
now— and will, as long as he's victims. Up to a point, I think
should go along with him."
"He wants
the three hundred thousand dollars, doesn't he?"
Patti reined in her anger
he going
to risk losing
it
but nonetheless
just
because
I
it
could be heard. "Is
go?"
Zeke nodded. "We're dealing with an angry, wild, volcanic, quixotic mind. He's not normal, itated,
then
felt
and hence, not
compelled to state
it.
logical."
He
hes-
"You're looking ahead, Patti,
and anticipating how you will feel if anything should happen to Inky. You're going to wreck yourself by your wild imagination—" She flared. "Wild imagination, huh? Well, that does it." "Now, Patti, I didn't mean anything. In my work I have to be objective."
"Try
it
on someone
else."
Near
tears, she
kicked the chair back
^9
and
left
tonight,
the kitchen.
and
me.
after
Then she
that's final,
I'll
stuck her head back
Mr. Kelso.
look after myself.
I'll
in.
"I'm going
And you don t have
to look
get Mrs. Macdougall. She's
worth ten FBI agents." She muttered under her breath, "She's bound to hit something sometime."
"Has she counted her toes recently?" Mike asked, but
Patti
was
gone.
A
long silence followed her departure, broken by Ingrid. "I
don't think
you understand women, Zeke.
have a heart-to-heart
I
think we'd better
talk."
understand them, either," Mike said. "Sometimes they seem like people." "No one's asking you." She turned back to Zeke. "We're both about to come unglued, Zeke. She didn't mean it." "It's up to you two to decide. As an FBI agent, I can counsel but I'm not permitted to make a decision." "Figure on me going. I'll talk to Patti. I know how to handle her and—" "I don't
don't
"You'd better teach
me—" Zeke
began.
"—and she'll understand." "Have you told Greg? He should know tween and possibly may get a call—"
since he's the go-be-
"Let me."
"Okay. For your information, Inky, we'll operate tonight the
Do what he
you if possible. We'll move in right after you've paid the ransom and have D.C., if we can without putting you in danger. I won't let
same
Follow
as before.
his directions.
anything happen to you. You
She stared
why
soulfully.
know
tells
that."
"But you can't be sure, can you? That's
I'm going. If anything does happen, you and Patti will have
a wonderful
life
together.
really. I haven't got things
And
as for
me, I'm not
in love.
Not
organized yet like you and Patti have.
Web's fun but I wouldn't marry him. He's not up to you or Greg. If you or Greg weren't so gosh-awful old—well, it'd be different. I was reading this book the other night about war, and how men are expendable,
160
and
I
got to thinking that
I
was expendable. I'm
not being dramatic like everyone accuses
why
me
everyone thinks teen-agers are dramatic
of. I
don't
when they
know
discuss
things in depth. I'm being objective, Zeke, like you. Facts are facts/'
Zeke shook
his
Maybe
Randall.
head
in
amazement. "You're something, Ingrid
I'm marrying the wrong
sister."
She started clearing the dishes. "Never was any doubt about that,"
she said flippantly.
Mike picked up a couple of dishes, too, which was unprecedented. "You don't need to pay me back the dollar and quarter— and anytime you need some money, you go ahead and take the Coke bottles back to the market." Operation Cat got underway at 9 a.m. in the Los Angeles conference room
Field's listen to
thirty-five
agents gathered to
latest developments. He was brief and was as tired as his eyes. The sleepless nights For the first time that he could remember,
Zeke outline the
concise but his voice
had taken he had
when
their
toll.
difficulty organizing his material.
He
felt
the tension in
the room, a tension that spread from agent to agent like a tangible thing.
Each man recognized the hazards involved—that were
always inherent
when an
innocent person, with no experience in
dealing with criminals or crime, met a kidnapper or extortionist
Not a man deprecated the brilliance of this subject, who while crude and primitive in his approach, had an instinctive cunning. They recognized that his campaign of mental torture of the two Randall girls might be a put-on but they had to accept it at face value—that he might harm one or both. Without question, he possessed imagination and daring. Zeke said, "While it's going to be a moving type of operation, or blackmailer.
still
we'll
have a half hour to
location of the
we
learn the
rendezvous—provided he follows through on the
timetable he has set up. I
set our strategy after
He may not,
though, and for that reason
want every one on stand-by from one and set the meeting up earlier."
o'clock on.
He may
pull
a switch
He
referred to notes.
"We
got a teletype from Washington this
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morning setting forth the two arrests for shoplifting
To be brief, it shows San Francisco when he was a juvenile. The charges were dropped for lack of evidence. It shows one arrest on suspicion of holding up a bank in Reno, Nevada, but no subject's record.
in
disposition of the charge.
we must keep in mind that he may have who may take an actual part in the transaction tonight or may serve as a cover or driver of the getaway car. I mention this because we don't want to concentrate too much on the kidnapper to the exclusion of everyone else if he "I
want
to stress that
one or more accomplices
should choose a crowded spot.
"You have photos of the
artist's
drawing of the subject and of
the cat in question. Study the cat carefully.
us think
all
I
black cats look the same, but
know
if
that most of you examine the
photo
you'll note that there are certain distinguishing character-
istics.
He's overweight and has jowls. His underpinning hangs
down. His whiskers are white. And shaped nick in
Back
his right ear has a sizable
V-
it."
Zeke sat lost in thought. He was emotionally from the ordeal of the case but mostly because of his
at his desk,
spent, partly
estrangement from Patti. He chastised himself for a bluntness that was unlike him. For most of his boyhood, he had been quiet and withdrawn. In the FBI, too, he had continued to keep his
how he could have imagination." He had been too
thoughts to himself. So he could not explain
termed
Patti's
thinking as "wild
frank, also, about D.C. In the future— if there
Patti— he would be more discreet.
He
was a future with
guessed he had been out-
close, and in love. One spilled out his and opinions freely then, without thinking about how the other might feel. With strangers, it was different. Odd, wasn't it, that one would not dream of hurting a stranger, yet was thought-
spoken because they were beliefs
less
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when
it
came
to those
he loved?
37
They would always remember the day, a warm, lazy, November one. The two, Patti and Ingrid, sat talking in the little patio off the dining room. The bougainvillaea that hung heavy over the window was still a mass of magenta that would disappear with the first cold night. A blue jay squawked overhead demanding a peanut, and a squirrel was high in the walnut leaping from branch to branch in daring gymnastics.
A week ago
D.C. would have been stretched out asleep on the
old chaise with the faded blue terry-cloth cover.
He
slept there
daytimes, and cleaned himself up there, digging into his fur with his teeth for the burrs effects.
His hair was
long Johns
last spring.
no one had ever
them out with vigorous vocal where he had shed his Since the chaise was his personal property, and
still
sat
spitting
scattered about
there—except once when George Randall
had paced about, angrily swishing his tail and muttering. "I've as much right here as you have," their father had told him. The minute Randall got up to answer a phone call, D.C. had hopped up and stretched himself out full length, taking up as much room as possible. When Randall returned, D.C. had given him the old hex-eye treatment. "Don't you dare throw him off," Patti warned. had. That time D.C.
He
shrugged in defeat. "That cat gets the VIP treatment every
day that
I get
only
when I'm
sick."
Their eyes went to the old chaise now, and memories kept
"Remember when mother
and D.C. knew something had happened, and he followed us about, and for weeks afterward he would go into her room every morning and over the house looking for her?" welling up. Patti said,
Patti got a handful of peanuts
from the
little
died,
box where she
kept them and put a few on the patio wall for the blue
death brought us I
had
all
closer together than
to take over running the
jay.
"Her
we'd ever been— and
house and looking after
all
of you."
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The blue "So that's
jay darted
why
always feel
it
"I feel the
I
down, grabbed a peanut, and dashed
off.
something happened to you,
I'd
have to
had been
go. If
my job to do, and I hadn't done it."
same," Inky said stubbornly.
"But you're not responsible for me, the way
something
he has a reason
else,
"He'll kill D.C.
you
if
for
"This
may come
for you.
And
wanting you rather than me."
how
upset he
is,
he wants the
a chance we've got to take." She smiled.
it's
news
as
am
go."
"I don't think so. I don't care
money. Anyway,
I
to you, but
much
as I love D.C., I
love you more."
As he had promised Kelso—how ever gotten into fhe
At 6:20 he put out
He
in the
world had that
man
FBI?—Greg returned home well before 6:30. and petted him while he ate.
Blitzy's dinner
refused to eat unless Greg sat on the floor beside him, and
while Greg complained to his friends about the routine, he secretly liked the feeling that Blitzy loved his presence as
much
as
him
so deeply he
wanted
he did food.
At 6:30 the phone rang. "Baiter?" "This is Mr. Baiter speaking." "Here's the dope, Baiter, and get it
out only once since
Tell the Randall kid
I
know
I'll
Amusement Park north
meet her
of
it
down because
I'm putting
the cops' ve got the phone bugged.
Beach
at seven at the old
Manhattan Beach. Tell her
just to
wander around. I'll find her. I don't want you or her sister there. You get that? The deal's off if I see either one of you. That's all." "Hold on there," Greg said, but the man had already hung up. Zeke and the agents were standing by
in the conference
room.
The minute Communications reported the kidnapper had set the rendezvous location— before he had even finished the conversation— Zeke was quietly but rapidly giving out assignments. He dispatched four to work the area in general. 'Try to get there ahead of the Randall girl and make yourselves conspicuous. 164
Establish your faces so that,
people, he will have seen
He countermanded one better send a younger man.
school
if
the kidnapper
you before she
and college crowd
order. "Wait, It's
is
casing the
I
think we'd
arrives."
Hughes,
Friday night— and mostly a high
will
be
there.
Wilkins,
you take
Hughes's place."
He
and stand by. They would give chase to the kidnapper if he fled by car before he could be apprehended. Next Zeke posted two agents to roam the beach north of the "crime scene" and two south to guard assigned three units to park close to the
against flight
by the kidnapper
site
in either direction.
He
instructed
four agents to prowl the water's edge to forestall escape
motorboat or other
by
craft.
While he was making the assignments, agents were on the One alerted a police helicopter that was standing by. He repeated instructions previously given. The whirlybird was to hover a considerable distance away to keep from being spotted. It would be called in if the kidnapper himself had a copter comtelephone.
ing in to pick
him
up. Other agents notified the sheriff, police,
Coast Guard, and other law enforcement agencies.
A him
secretary that Patti
handed Zeke a note. Ingrid had called to inform would deliver the ransom payment. He stared at
the message, momentarily stunned, then turned to Plimperton.
"Okay, Stu,
let's
go."
38 Bogie put the phone down, stretched out on the lumpy
and gazed about the seedy room. It wouldn't be long now. Man, he felt good. Trembling a little, but a guy should with all
sofa,
that
money
in the pot.
He would tighten up when the time came. who got the shakes
Like the Broadway stars he had heard about
before going onstage but, once on, were as steady as a safecracker listening to the tumblers
With
his fingertips,
fall.
he roughed up
his scalp.
Helped him
relax.
i%
Twenty-eight minutes to zero hour. Not that the Randall gal could make it by then. She would be fifteen or twenty minutes
He had planned
late.
timed
it.
She would
it
that way; he
had driven the route and
suffer during those fifteen or
Always keep twisting the screws. That was the
twenty minutes.
secret of dealing
with people. Auntie handed him a scotch. "One for the road. But only one,
boy-
He
took
The old
it
bat!
many as he wanted. She didn't even suspect that she'd never see him
without comment. He'd have as
again after tonight. She did have her uses, though, he had to admit. She
had got
rid of the cat, thank goodness. Spirited
it
it up to the phone for the Randall dame— few minutes before the manager knocked. She said she'd drowned the thing in the ocean but he had his doubts. Still, she was a hard, old witch and didn't let her feelings interfere with
out right after he'd put
and
just a
business.
He smiled thinking What an idea. He bet
dead cat he had sent the Randalls. had knocked them for a loop. He had seen this cat dead in the street, hit during the night by a car, and right away the idea had popped into his mind. At the living-room window, he studied the layout below. The lights were beginning to come on. No oil pit to fall into this time.
No
of the
that
darkness to stumble through.
A
nice, clean operation.
growing dusk, a crowd was gathering, mostly
little
kids
In the
and
their
would disappear and the high school and would move in. The merry-go-round was doing and still going whang-whang-whang. It was all
parents. Gradually, they
college students
a brisk business,
and throwing reflections in dancing color over bright little faces, and the hot dog stand, and couples with goose pimples on the beach, and foamy crests where the waves broke. After he had the money, he might shoot a couple carrousel horses to settle the score for all the nights the whang-whang-whang had kept him awake. Wouldn't that be something? The cops, of course, would be down there waiting for him to meet the Randall kid. But he had a plan, and if he did say so lighted up,
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was absolutely brilliant. Even Auntie admitted it was. know how he could be so smart. Sheer genius. Either you have it or you don't. By eight o'clock, he would have the himself,
He
it
didn't
would be wondering what had happened. He knew a motel not far away that didn't care who you were or what you did provided you didn't leave any bodies behind when you checked out or bloodstains on the $300,000 and the Randall trick, and the cops
upholstery.
Ten
to seven.
He would
pretend to be furious
when
leave at seven on the dot.
the Randall skirt arrived
He would
late.
Auntie returned to the living room. She had on her old gray winter coat. fell
It
was not that cold
below seventy she wore the
Special out to reload. time, did the job.
Her
outside, but
coat.
if
the temperature
She took her Saturday Night
arthritic fingers
were clumsy but given
She returned the Special to her right-hand
coat pocket.
He
felt
odd.
Too much excitement, he supposed. He should
not have had the steak dinner.
He knew
better.
Eat
light
when
going out on a job. Something was wrong, too, with his eyes. Auntie was blurred. The room was. Then something struck him in the solar plexus. chest,
and
He
breathed heavily, a pain shot through his
his legs buckled.
"Get a doc," he said in a rasping voice. "A doc. I'm having a heart attack."
He
could barely see Auntie. But he
knew
that she
had not
moved. "Get a doc," he whispered.
He went down with
a crash. His body struck the cocktail table, and an arm knocked the lamp off the end table by the He lay quietly, a contorted mass of flesh, arms and legs
turned, sofa.
twisted into a strange, Dali design.
Auntie set the lamp back on the table and pushed the furniture away from him. Once she had him straightened out, she put a sofa pillow under his head and a blanket over him. She tucked it in around him the way she had when he was a child.
She stood over him, looking down, her eyes troubled but her 167
.
expression grim. "Boy," she said softly, "you shoulda treated your
old Auntie better.
loved you one time, boy, and
I
I
done good by
Remember your first grown-up suit? Never did see a little And birthday parties every year. Never did miss one, not even when business was poor. Never did. Cake and candles and you a-whoopm. Can t understand what went wrong. All of a sudden we didn't know each other. Strangers we were." you.
tyke so excited.
She put a handkerchief to her eyes. "Nothing stands
We
seems.
all
come
to the
still,
end of the road. Well, gotta be gom
Good-bye, boy."
39
With effort, she hobbled down the two flights of stairs. Her corns were killing her. The stair well was aromatic at this hour with the usual food odors. The muted sound of televisions turned ster
on high reverberated through the
walls, a
young-
screamed, and a couple yelled at each other. Everything was
normal.
In the downstairs corridor, she glanced at her watch.
Ten
minutes to seven, the hands read. But the watch ran ten minutes slow.
Never had kept good time. That was the trouble with
picking things up. Couldn't exchange them.
She turned away from the front door, which led
to the merry-
go-round and ocean, and went out the back way. Here the light
from a area.
lone,
weak bulb
scattered the darkness of a small parking
The old blue Chevrolet
stood where Bogie had
Walking about
she checked the
left
it
tires,
then
got behind the steering wheel and turned on the ignition.
The
earlier in the day.
it,
motor spun quickly and she switched it off. She doubted if she would need the car but a body never could tell. From her coat pocket, she took the newspaper clipping that had been taped to the refrigerator door, that showed Patti, Ingrid, and D.C. She studied it a moment, to fix Ingrid's face in her mind, then stuffed 168
it
back into the pocket.
Her back about for a
killed her as she
heavy shopping bag. She
about to close the door
when
reached behind the front seat
set
it
on the ground, and was
she saw a box on the floor by the
was stamped and partially wrapped for mailing but was obviously empty. It was addressed to Mr. Harry Bogart, General Delivery, Las Vegas, Nevada. Slowly she peeled off the stamps, mumbling to herself. "Weren't other seat. Picking
you goin
to cut
up, she noted
it
me
in for nothin at
You hurt me somethin Leaving the
car,
it
all,
boy? You hurt me, boy.
,
awful."
she tossed the box in a nearby rubbish barrel
but held onto the shopping bag. Next she went to a Volkswagen
parked directly behind the Chevy. She had rented ing.
From
it
it
that morn-
she got several big manila envelopes, also addressed
and stamped, and back
at the
Chevy, placed them on the seat
next to the driver s.
was seven-twenty. No hurry. Let wander around looking for Bogie. Do her good to stew
Seven-ten, which
the girl
a
meant
it
little.
Zeke
sat
drumming
his fingertips
on the steering wheel. The
closest
he could park was a block away. The
parallel
with the ocean, and directly back of the apartment build-
street that ran
was narrow and no parking at any time was permitted. Stu left, saying he would take a look around. Zeke had to stay where he was since Bogie knew him. But sitting doing nothing was sheer agony. The brain screamed for him to get out; his muscles demanded it. He wanted to watch Patti when she arrived. He wanted to watch her every step of the way. If he had
ing,
Plimperton
her visually under surveillance he might
make a quick
decision
moment that he could not make sitting here. The agents following her kept him posted. Holding to a speed of fifty-five, she was approximately ten miles away. The time was seven and the first units to arrive were reporting. "Unit Ten in, Unit Ten. All quiet here/' The news was invariably the same. The subject had not been seen, and nothing of an untoward nature had taken place. in a crisis
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As the minutes added up, Zeke grew more and more anxious.
By now, Bogie should have been on
the scene. Probably he was
hiding somewhere, perhaps in an apartment or on the building's
and would wait until Patti arrived to emerge. What would he do then, when he discovered that she had taken Ingrid's place? The crowd could be a plus or a minus. A plus if he feared he might set off an uproar if he harmed her. A minus if he believed the noise and the people themselves, bent on fun and not too roof,
conscious of those around them, would be a good cover for a quick knife stab or a shot fired from a
gun with a
silencer, a
gun jammed
into her flesh.
came the clear, firm voice over the radio. "I'm leaving the San Diego Freeway now, and should be in Manhattan Beach in about five minutes, and will take the "This
is
Patti Randall,"
coast route north from there."
The words were
a cool breeze blowing over him. "We're wait-
when you leave Manhattan Beach— and location when you park. Kill two or three min-
ing for you. Report again
again your exact
utes in your car before
you leave
for the carrousel."
"I'm worried. I'm so late."
He knows you
"Doesn't matter. to
can't
make
it.
He
set the time
worry you." all right-and I'll be all right." "Of course, you will, Patti." He wanted desperately to add "I love you," but with
"I'm
men
listening in
.
.
.
Why
thirty-five
hadn't he told her at breakfast?
Why
were down and he wanted more than anything else in the world to let her know? But then he thought, didn't people usually wait until someone was in a crisis,
had he waited
or critically
ill
until the chips
or dying to
tell
him how much he was loved?
window down. It was one of those rare, balmy November nights. The stars shone at half-glow through a thin Patti kept the
layer of smog.
Manhattan Beach was quiet, and the highway running north had little traffic until she neared the old amusement park.
The long drive had calmed her. The exhaustion she had suffered day had vanished. She was keyed up, thinking sharply. Zeke. He had said her name in the old way, before they had broken up. She had been acting childishly, hadn't she? He could all
not help
it,
could he,
if
he did not
like cats?
And one
especially?
There were many things she could not stand. She had been too about other things he had
sensitive, also,
from way back, too not survive
when
this
her "wild tired
She knew only too well that love could
tired.
one's feelings
could talk to Zeke
said, like
would not have been. She was
imagination." Ordinarily, she
were
minute, talk
while she loved D.C. she loved him
easily hurt. all
She wished she
of this out, explain that
far, far
more, the same as she
did Inky and Mike and Dad. But really there was no need for that.
No
one had to rate
how much he
loved another. Love was
not a percentage deal. She remembered someone saying once that
humor could be
dissected but
it
died in the process.
And
that
was
even more true of love.
She was not about
to search for a parking space.
She pulled
up even with the merry-go-round on a street that had The sidewalk ran with a happy flow of young people, and the carrousel ground out
the car
no-parking-at-any-time signs posted. noisy,
loudly the gay strains of "The Beer Barrel Polka." Its lights cast
a kaleidoscopic glow that added to the carnival atmosphere.
She shut "Zeke, this
off the
engine and bent low to conceal her moving
is Patti. I
Ve
just
parked very close to the carrousel."
His voice answered instantly. "Good! Take
"Okay, Zeke. Don't worry.
As she
left
the car, a
said, "You'll get
a ticket
if
lips.
I'll
tall,
it
slow and easy/'
be okay."
lanky fellow in his late twenties
you park
there."
She nodded, he shrugged, and she went to the trunk. She pretended to have difficulties with the lock. Eventually she
opened the trunk, and took out her Dad's old briefcase that he had discarded years ago. It was bulging and heavy with the ransom payment. If rain fell, she would not have to cope with a soggy package.
A
motorcycle roared up behind her and she turned quickly. 171
A
guy
in black leather jacket
and black boots with bushy, tangled
want a
hair looked her over. "Hey, chick,
Shaking her head, she slammed the
lid
ride?"
on the trunk down hard
by way of an exclamation mark, and took to the sidewalk. She was dressed too warmly. She was in a heavy pants suit and jacket, and anticipating she might have
A
shoes.
to
walk
woman
crying, ran past her; a
little girl,
wore tennis
in sand,
loaded
down
with groceries waddled along; two teen-age guys hurried past her and turned to get a frontal view; a black boy wheeled by on a bicycle; a dog on a leash sniffed at her legs until he was jerked
away; and a pack of high school
talking simultaneously,
girls,
engulfed her.
The
briefcase
was heavy, and growing
heavier. Stopping at
the hot dog stand, she bought a cone of soft ice cream.
From here
she had a good view of the merry-go-round and the people. While she licked the cone, her gaze went methodically from
man.
It
was a moving,
crowd but
shifting
man
to
largely in slow motion.
Most were young couples out on a date, or parents in their thirties and forties with youngsters. There were few singles about, and she was soon aware that everyone who passed looked cally at her.
ronism in
She was a lone
girl
quizzi-
with a bulky briefcase, an anach-
this setting.
Clutching the case
tightly,
she walked very slowly about the
merry-go-round, then wandered over to a
little
shop packed with
the usual resort souvenirs, including enormous gaily painted
ceramic pigs from Mexico, and crowded in the rear with pinball machines. While a very bored, older saleswoman with wispy hair stood watching, as
one souvenir
if
after another.
She thanked the nervous. She didn't tiring,
and her
Was he
172
woman and walked know what
legs, too.
to
do with
Would
She couldn't take
that.
She was growing
herself.
Her arm was
at least thirty minutes.
there be
more nightmares, more phone
instructions?
off.
She had been here
going to stand her up?
sleeping,
more
she might steal something, she looked over
more nights of not
calls in the
dark hours,
Inky could but not she.
Inky never failed to amaze her. She took life as it came, adapted to it, seldom worried. She rolled with the punches.
She found herself before a shooting
gallery.
A
Japanese- Ameri-
can couple were trying their luck hitting the ducks floating by on a track at the back of the shop. The Chicano who ran the place
and shook her head. Until the woman spoke, Patti was not conscious she stood next
called out to her. She smiled
behind her. "Where's your
to her, slightly
about, a puppet on a
The words snapped Patti woman was gaunt and tall, in her asked.
"Where's your
sister?" the
fifties
woman
woman
sister?" the
The
string.
or sixties, gray-haired.
repeated.
Her tone and man-
ner were pleasant.
"She couldn't come. She's
The woman nodded man asked me to tell
sick.
Very
sick."
in the direction of the carrousel.
you,
hon—he
said he'd
"A
gentle-
meet you on the
merry-go-round."
"Where is he? I don't see him." "He said he'd meet you on the merry-go-round." The woman walked away. As units reported
in,
Zeke funneled the information to others.
"All units, all units. Contact has just
an older
woman who
where she
will
instructed her to proceed to merry-go-round
be met by a man. Randall
merry-go-round. subject.
been made with Randall by
We
"Unit Twelve is
in,
to
have no report from any units having seen
Unit Twelve.
if
they locate him."
Woman who made
contact with
following her toward merry-go-round. Randall
ing a ticket, and the
woman
ten feet behind Randall
moves
now
proceeding
Agents working merry-go-round will intensify lookout for
Bogart and move in for tight surveillance
Randall
is
contact has stopped. She
is
is
buy-
eight or
and every time Randall turns about she
so that Randall cannot see her. Randall
is
now waiting with
about twelve others, mostly youngsters, to board merry-go-round
when
it
stops. Description of
woman
height, five six or seven; hair, gray;
carrying bulky shopping bag.
We
follows— age, about
sixty;
wearing heavy gray coat;
have merry-go-round under *73
very close surveillance but no one matching Bogart's description has appeared."
Zeke was sweating.
If
he could only be nearby,
if
he could only
see.
A
about twelve asked Patti a question, and Patti an-
girl of
swered, but afterward could not remember what the question had been. She
had the
feeling she
focused intently on the horses,
was
giraffes, elephants,
other animals as they passed before her.
on the carrousel except one
A workman ride
when
and
tall.
and yet she and all the But there was no man
in a trance,
in his early thirties with a
little
boy.
stood back of the turning disk, waiting to stop the
the time was up.
He was
in his forties, heavy, dark,
Slowly she turned, examining every face, and once she caught a furtive movement.
And
then the ride ended, and along with
drew moving
the youngsters and three parents, she climbed aboard. She
a horse and stood alongside
it
while the carrousel started
A
boy ahead of her was screaming with happiness at the top of his lungs, and a little girl with him, on an elephant, was waving to her mother. again.
I'm going to get seasick, she thought. I'm going to get seasick. I
never have been able to take rapid movement.
Then the woman materialized. Patti had not seen her board but The woman put her lips inches from Pattf s ear. 'Til take the money, hon. The man sent me for it."
here she was.
As she reached our cat?
He
for the briefcase, Patti
said he'd turn over our cat
yanked
it
back. "Where's
when we gave him
the
money." "I'm sorry about that, hon, but cat, seein'
handed Patti
he'd be scared with
couldn't rightly fetch the
the to-do that's goin' on." She
"You can pick 'im up here." shouted back. "He's dead— and that's why you
Patti a slip of paper.
bring him.
You
"Now, now, 174
all
we
didn't
killed him!"
dearie. Don't get yourself all het up.
The Lord
strike
me
of the
little
dead, I'm
tellin
feller—like he
you the God's was my own."
good care
truth. I took
"I'm not giving you one dollar until we get our cat. The deal was—" The woman pushed a weapon into Patti's side. "Didn t want to do this, hon, you bein' such a nice girl. Didn't want to at all. But ." I'm pullin' the trigger. You goin' to meet your maker. .
"Unit Twelve
in,
Unit Twelve. Contact
woman
.
continues talk-
who has removed briefcase from her reach. woman has moved closer to her, body to body. No sign of subject and woman has not produced cat."
ing with Randall,
Contact
Zeke was beside himself. The conversation from
was not coming "Don't
over.
make me shoot you, hon. Never
born days. I'm
gettin' old. It's
the trigger, I'm a-pullin' Patti
Patti's radio
The music blanketed the words.
now
killed
nobody
in all
my
or never for me. I'm pullin
it."
sagged and dropped the briefcase. With an
bestows, Auntie swept the case
up
off
agility a crisis
the floor and locked
it
un-
der one arm. With her right hand, she reached into her shopping
bag and took out what looked her
left
hand materialized a
like
a six-inch
Roman
tiny cigarette lighter.
candle. In
She put the
flame to the fuse, then threw the object out beyond the carrousel.
When
smoke puffed forth, then gushed up suddenly, and ballooned upward and outward. Stunned, the crowd scattered in all directions, quiet at first in its fright, then with the low roar of a wave coming in. Quickly, she tossed a second, and a third. The smoke rose and expanded, the wavy layers meeting and fusing into each other until there was a solid curtain. By the time she had thrown a half-dozen "smoke pots" —which Bogie had bought from a movie special effects mansmoke had engulfed the entire area and was spreading to the street. The carrousel continued turning, and once she had comit
struck, white
pleted a circle of pots, she started throwing
them out
at
a
greater distance. Soon
was a war
it
scene, with all visibility blot-
ted out.
Then Auntie disappeared. Coughing violently, Patti clung to was crying from the smoke, and her throat burn-
the horse. She ing.
But
all
she could think about was that D.C. was dead. There
could be no other reason
Zeke said
why
the
woman had failed
quietly, swiftly, "All units, all units. Pull
planned. Blockade
smoke in,
however, until
all
cars
all streets as
we for
and keep on lookout
"Patti,
Patti
."
we have determined if Randall we have located RandahV
not
move
Repeat,
is safe.
,
until
come
Patti,
in
if
you can. Come
last
Patti,
in,
.
.
thought he would
die.
Auntie hurried through the dense smoke.
would
hit a body,
part. If she it
Do
for the two.
repeated then what he had said over and over for the
minute.
He
Search
contact and Bogart. Other units, stand by as close to
as feasible
do not move in
He
all streets.
back out of
and be on lookout
smoke. Unit Fourteen, Unit Fourteen. Blockade
woman
to bring him.
and would knock
it
Now
aside. This
and then she
was the
crucial
could get out of the smoke quickly, she would have
made. She had
it all
figured out. She
knew
exactly
where the
animals stopped every time the merry-go-round came to a halt.
And
the door to the apartment building was directly opposite the
pink elephant.
Her eyes were burning
so painfully, though, that she thought
she would lose her sight before she Several people
had taken refuge
made
it.
But make
it
just inside the building
she did.
although
even here the smoke was heavy. She pushed through them and
walked swiftly
to the
back door, and out to the
car. Sirens
screaming, and people shouting, and in general the
enough
were
hubbub was
to scare the daylights out of a soul.
Once in the car, she worked in the dark. She took the neatly bound money packages out of the briefcase, and stuffed them as 176
rapidly as she could into the manila envelopes, then sealed the
envelopes.
Grasping them
toward the
street.
tightly,
up a trail in the sand smoke had thinned somewhat.
she struck off
Up this way
the
The night was still, though, and without a breeze to move it, the smoke lay tier on tier. She thanked the good Lord for that, and prayed
all
the
way
to the mailbox
where she dumped the enve-
lopes.
She made
it
across the street but couldn't
She thought she was having a heart
what
it
was booming and pains were shooting She sat on the curb, terrified to stay, unable to
used to be.
through her chest.
attack.
manage another step. The old ticker wasn't
It
go on.
As she waited
for her heart to slow
down, her thoughts went
to
would never see him again. But what was, was. Only night before last, he had drawn up the escape plan. He would come racing from the merrygo-round, she would have the Chevy's and the bug's motors running, and he would hand her the ransom. They would take off separately. If the cops stopped him, he'd be clean. She would mail the boy. It hurt something awful to realize she
the
money addressed to her
to General Delivery, Tucson, Arizona,
where they would meet to divide it. Only the boy had never intended to follow the game plan. He would come running, knock her aside, get in the Chevy and take off. He would mail the money to himself at General Delivery, Las Vegas.
Somewhere she had
failed him.
She had tried to bring him up
honest.
People kept drifting by and asking
if
all right, and she With the greatest her body ached, but she
she was
got worried. Be just like a cop to happen by. effort,
she got to her feet. Every joint in
managed to get all the parts in locomotion again. She took a narrow side street. Up ahead at the next corner was a cross street, and burned out flashing
Two
as her eyes were, she could see the red lights
from the police
cars.
houses this side of the blockade, she turned
in.
A
Sweet 277
Young Thing who had rented her a room this morning asked if she knew what all of the excitement was about. Auntie said she didn't. The Sweet Young Thing wished her a good night, and Auntie hobbled along a hallway to her room. She was glad she had taken the first-floor vacancy instead of the one on the second floor.
She never could have made the second
From
floor.
the window, she could see the blockade. Probably they
would have cleared it by morning, and she would take a bus to San Diego, and another to Tucson, where she would get her mail. She would have to write the car rental people where they could pick up the bug.
40
When
saw Patti, she was leaning against a Bureau car. An agent had found her wandering about, and brought her out of the smoke into the fresh air. She was coughing and her eyes were red and brimming with tears. Running down the street, dodging cars and people, Zeke reached her. He crushed her to him as though never to let her go. He felt the Zeke
first
violent trembling that coursed through her body.
An
agent hurried up. "Zeke," he called on the run, "I showed a
youngster the
artist's
drawing, and he says the subject lives on
the third floor of that apartment building with his aunt."
Zeke held her another long moment, then broke away.
back as soon as
He moved
I
off
can.
Get
in the car
and wait
"I'll
be
for me."
but she called, and then he saw the piece of
paper in her raised hand. "She told
me where
D.C.
is.
I've got to
go-"
"Not by yourself. Wait here, and "But
we'll
I've got to, Zeke. I've got to
other." Half in a
go together."
know— one way or— or
the
daze from shock and the smoke, she started
away. Gently he pulled her back. "Please, i 78
Patti,
wait for me.
We
know what you may be running
don't
into.
Wait
right here,
please/'
"But D.C.
I've got to find him."
He opened fell
and
the door,
exhausted on the back
with her and don't
let
like
an obedient
seat.
He
child, she got in
and
took an agent aside. "Stay
her out of the car—under any circum-
stances/'
"What
if
she insists?"
"Tell her she'll
be risking
my
life.
Tell her anything to keep
her here/'
The manager's hands shook lock.
had
so he couldn't get the key in the
Knew they were no good. They cat in the oven. Tried to tell me it was lasagne/'
"Never cared for them.
this
and standing aside out of gunshot range, shoved the door open so hard it hit the wall and rebounded. A little puff of smoke billowed out, but no sound, no Zeke took the key, turned the
movement broke the deadly Zeke called
lock,
silence.
out, identifying themselves
as
FBI
agents.
He
waited a few seconds, then signaled the others, and gun drawn, led the way.
The floor,
sight of
Harry Bogart stretched out on the living-room
face up, jarred them.
Then while two
agents searched the
other rooms, Zeke knelt and stripped off the blanket.
the pulse.
"It's
strong,"
He
felt
he said incredulously.
With the help of another agent, he examined Bogart further. "No knife or gun wounds. Breathing okay. Looks like somebody slipped him a Mickey Finn. Hell come around in an hour or so. "And when he does," he added, "he's going to get the surprise of his
life."
The address on the
slip
was a couple of blocks from the
apartment building. The house had a toy look. It was a twostory frame structure set on a very narrow lot with the neighboring homes within whispering distance.
Zeke
No light burned inside.
insisted Patti stay in the car while
he and a second agent *79
went up a few decaying wooden steps to a tiny, rickety porch. They pushed a bell that caused a succession of lights to come on. A drape fluttered at a window to the right, and opened a sliver to permit eyes to peer out. "Who is it?" a woman's weak voice asked.
He
Zeke was uneasy.
He had no
trap.
feared this kind of a setup.
idea whether the
woman was
It
could be a
an innocent
party or an accomplice, whether she was alone or one or more
persons hovered in the background. "We're looking for a black cat a friend of ours
left here."
There was no response. "She said Still,
we
could get the
he continued.
no answer.
"You have the
cat, don't
The door opened in
cat,"
you?"
A
a crack.
motherly type looked out. She was
an old chenille robe with her hair in
herself
if
curlers.
"Whyn't she come
she wants the cat? Who're you?"
Zeke produced
his credential.
"We're FBI agents."
She pushed the credential aside without glancing at it. "What would the FBI want with a cat?" A good question, Zeke thought. Here we go again. He took a firm attitude. "Open the door, please. We want to ask you some questions."
"How'd
I
know
you're the FBI?"
Zeke shoved the door in a few inches before encountering a foot blocking
"She
it.
"How'd you get the
left it here. I don't
cat?"
think you're the FBI.
come around asking about a
They wouldn't
cat."
"Who's she?" he asked. "If
you don't know who she
is,
how'd you know
.
.
.
?
There's no cat here."
Zeke said slowly,
patiently,
case and need to identify the
have nothing
and 180
all
to
"We're investigating a very serious
woman.
worry about, and can
you know about
her.
But
if
If
you are innocent, you
tell
us the woman's name,
you're involved with her in
some way, you
will only
be incriminating yourself more
you
if
don't co-operate with us."
She looked don't
know
at
him
her."
in horror. "I don't
know
her.
So help me,
She opened the door wider. Behind
her,
eyes about eight inches above the floor reflected the light
I
two from
outside.
"How'd you get the cat then?" "She comes by here on her way talk
to the grocery
when I'm out watering. She gave
me
and stops
to
ten dollars to keep
her cat for a week. Said she was going to be gone. Honest, that's the God's truth."
D.C.
meowed and
looked up at Zeke, then recognizing him,
growled. Zeke called to Patti to come, and she did, running up the steps as
if
her
life
depended on
haste.
While he asked questions, and took down the woman's name, Patti was underfoot, whispering and talking and crying. D.C. got
mechanism going full strength. He nuzzled her, and licked. Patti rubbed his ears and under his chin and held him tightly. They disturbed Zeke, and once he said, "Please, Patti!" But neither she nor D.C. heard. When Zeke announced they were leaving, she straightened up and walked to the car with D.C. riding on a shoulder, his eyes bright in the darkness. He knew he was going home. His gill had come for him. And it was about time. the purring
licked her face, purred
it
The blockade failed. Every woman over fifty passing through had been interrogated. Most had been highly indignant, and
the agents could not blame them.
Zeke ordered a house-to-house canvass of the area inside the blockade. If she were intelligent, she
would not have
tried to
run
it.
At a house two doors down from one of the blockades, the
Young Thing the woman they if she had a roomer or had seen anyone description. She looked up at them out of
agents described to the Sweet
were hunting, and asked about
who matched
big, innocent eyes,
the
and shook her head. 181
Back
at Auntie's room, she
awakened Auntie. "The FBI was
here," she said.
Auntie's ticker threatened to fly across the room.
The Sweet Young Thing
them They framed my Joe. station was held up, and
tossed her hair. "I didn't give
the time of day. I don't like those guys.
He was
me
with
the night that service
them so, and they framed him." 'Thank you, dearie," was all Auntie could
I told
say.
She was hav-
ing difficulty breathing. "I'm something awful pressed for money."
"How much you need, "Fifty dollars
hon?"
be too much?"
Auntie managed a smile. "Why, of course not, hon.
I
was
the boy only the other day, what's our country comin' to don't help our
young
tellin if
we
folks?"
41
The next
hubbub had died and nerves
night, after the
were slowly being unscrambled, Ingrid and D.C. wolfed
his plate clean of fresh liver,
which he usually disdained, and
sat
Web
watched
as
lapped up the milk,
up to beg
for more.
"No. Positively no," Inky said.
"Aw, come on,"
came back from a
Web
said. "Is this the
way
you'd treat
me
if
I
prisoner-of-war camp?"
She relented, though, and scooped a helping of tuna out of a can. As she did, D.C. licked
"Yes—if you were as
her hand.
"Isn't that
fat as
he
is."
sweet?"
"He thinks you need a bath," Web said, and dodged the empty can that whisked by him. Finished, D.C. licked his chops. Man, it was good to be back in the bosom of his family. Nobody would ever know what he had gone through. Greg shook let
his head. "I don't
her get away."
182
know how
it's
possible
you could
"We'll get her sooner or later," Zeke answered testily.
Greg shrugged. "Well, good
I'd better get
home. Blitzy
isn't
feeling
tonight."
They walked out the door with him, and when he was gone, Mrs. Macdougall came shuffling along, toting the shotgun. "You won't be needing that now," Zeke "Indeed,
Women
I will!
are being set
said.
upon
the time. Every
all
night. Horrible! Horrible!" "I don't think
you need
Zeke
to worry,"
said,
not thinking.
"Zeke!" Patti exploded. Mrs. Macdougall ambled on, mumbling to herself.
Mike pushed
his bicycle by.
He
didn't speak.
"What's wrong, Mike?" Patti asked.
"You know that old
woman who
lives in that old
needs painting on the corner? She won't pay
me
house that
for clipping
her dog, and she won't take the mutt back, and he eats a pound of meat a day,
me
"Give
and I'm going broke."
name and
her
address," Zeke told him, "and
I'll
talk
with her tomorrow."
"You Zeke,
He started away. "If you ever need any money, me know. I'll let you have it interest-free for the first
will!"
let
three months."
They laughed and stood awhile talking, planning the days ahead. They would shop the next afternoon for the refrigerator and
stove.
"What about
we
the
new
car?" Patti asked excitedly.
"When re
going out to look them over?"
Zeke averted
his eyes. "I don't think
"What! After
all
right away."
the talking you've done?"
"Yeah, well, you see, the
"Lost
we need one
money
I
saved for it— I
lost it."
it!"
"Yeah,
I
was so sure we'd capture the kidnapper and get the
ransom back." "You mean
.
.
.
you mean
.
.
?" .
"The Bureau couldn't put out money don't get excited. General Accounting
to
ransom a
cat.
Now
would have screamed
to
183
high heaven.
And
But we got half of
I it
could hardly put
it
on
my
expense account.
back."
"How?" "Bogart's his
Chevy
aunt—or whatever she was—left half the ransom
in
for him/'
Attached had been a note scrawled in almost indecipherable handwriting: "Sorry
it
had
to
end
like this, boy. Ill
never forget
you, boy. Your Auntie." Parti said,
own money
"You put up twenty-five hundred
to get
dollars of
your
D.C. back?"
Zeke grinned. "Yeah, well, you see, I figured maybe there'd be no wedding if he wasn't around to be best man." "Zeke Kelso," she said, kissing him resoundingly, "I love you."
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Our
gratitude to Brenda
and Becky Holt of
Taft,
California, for their counsel regarding Ingrid
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