James Chase - You Find Him, I'll Fix Him

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Helen Chalmers had the kind of looks and body, which could make a man do almost everything she wanted. So when she asked pressman Ed Dawson to spend a month alone with her, in a scheduled Italian villa, he found himself accepting—even though it was against his better judgment. Because Helen was the daughter of Sherwin Chalmers, owner of
, where Dawson worked. Moreover, Sherwin had left Helen in Dawson’s care in Rome. But Dawson had not quite imagined that he would find Helen’s dead body, when he arrived at the villa.
Chalmers entrusted Dawson with finding the killer of Helen—the rest would be taken care of by Chalmers himself. Dawson found himself in a race against time to find the true killer of Helen, before the Italian police accused him of killing Helen, and the mob, with whom Helen had associated, caught up with him...

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He came under the red light and I could see him clearly. He was tall and powerfully built. He was wearing a white singlet, black trousers, and a yachting cap on the back of his head. He lolled over the wall, his back to me, and I saw him light another cigarette.

I lowered myself into the water again and, using a breast stroke, swam silently to the steps. With my hand on the lowest one, I looked over my shoulder. The man was still staring across at the lights of Sorrento, his back turned to me. I pulled myself out of the water and moved silently up the steps, keeping in the shadows of the overhanging trees. I looked back, but the man was still motionless, looking away from me.

I went up the steps until I reached a terrace that overlooked the harbour. There I paused and stared up at the villa, fifty feet above me.

I could see a big, lighted window, uncurtained. There was no sign of life up there, but I could hear the faint sound of dance music coming either from a radio or a record.

Keeping to the shadows, I moved silently and slowly up another flight of steps that brought me on to the second terrace.

There was a patch of dark shadow, made by an orange tree, opposite the lighted window. I kept in the shadow, sure that no one could see me, and looked into a large luxuriously furnished lounge.

There were four men around a table in the centre of the room. They were playing poker. Beyond them, lying on a settee, was Myra Setti. She was reading a magazine and smoking; by her was a radiogram from which came the soft sound of dance music.

I looked at the men at the table. Three of them were the rough types you can see any day in a Warner Bros, movie. Their clothes were flashy, their neckties dazzling, their faces, burned brown by the sun, were hard, thin and vicious. It was the fourth man who held my attention. He was a man of about fifty; big, grossly fat and dark-skinned. I had seen too many pictures of him in the papers in the past not to recognize him. I felt a little surge of triumph run through me. I had succeeded where the whole of the Italian police force had failed! I should have guessed before now that this inaccessible villa could be Frank Setti’s hide-out but, somehow, I hadn’t thought of him being here.

The four men were intent on their game of poker. It was easy to see who was winning. Six tall stacks of counters stood before Setti. The other three had scarcely a counter between them. As I watched them, a tall thin rat of a man threw down his cards with a gesture of disgust. He said something to Setti, who grinned wolfishly at him, shoved back his chair and stood up. The other two also threw in their hands and relaxed back in their chairs, scowling.

Setti looked over at Myra and said something to her. She glanced up, her face heavy with boredom, nodded, then returned her attention to her magazine.

The tall man came over to the window and threw it open. I crouched down against the low wall. The sound of dance music came out through the open window loudly now.

“Jerry’s late,” the tail man said, speaking over his shoulder to Setti.

Setti got up from the table, stretched his massive limbs and came to the window.

“He’ll be here,” he said. “Jerry’s a good boy. He has a long way to come.” He looked over at Myra. “Turn that damn thing off. I can’t hear myself speak.”

Without looking up from her magazine, Myra reached out and turned off the radiogram.

Setti and the tall man stood by the window, listening. I listened too. I thought I could hear the faint throb of a motor boat engine somewhere out to sea.

“Here he comes now,” the tail man said. “Harry’s down there, isn’t he?”

“He damn well better be,” Setti growled. He moved away from the window and walked out of the room. A moment later, he came out on to the terrace.

I began to sweat. I knew if I was found here my life wouldn’t be worth a dime. They’d cut my throat and bury me at sea. My hiding-place wasn’t any too safe. If any one of them came over to the orange tree they couldn’t fail to see me. It was too late to move now. I lay flat, holding my breath and squeezing myself against the terrace wall.

Setti sat down at one of the tables, about fifty feet from me. The tall man came out and stood looking out to sea.

“Here he comes,” he said.

Myra came out and joined him. He pointed out into the darkness.

“Do you see him?”

“I see him,” she said. She put her hands on top of the wall and leaned forward. She was so close to me I could smell her perfume.

The red harbour light flicked off and then came on again.

There was a long pause. Setti lit a cigar. Myra and the tall man continued to stare down at the harbour. I lay so still that a lizard, mistaking me for part of the scenery, ran lightly across my bare back.

Then I heard the sounds of someone running up the steps. A man appeared, wearing a red singlet, black trousers and rope-soled shoes. He was youngish, good-looking in a flashy tough way, and he grinned widely at Myra as he came on to the terrace.

“Hi, there,” he said.

Myra’s boredom vanished. She gave him a dazzling smile.

“Hi, Jerry!”

He crossed over to where Setti was sitting and dumped on the table an oilskin-wrapped parcel.

“Hi, boss. Here it is.”

Setti leaned back and smiled at him.

“Fine. Sit down, kid. Here, Jake, get him a drink.”

Jake went into the lounge. Myra came over and Jerry took her hand.

,

“May I kiss your daughter, boss?” he asked, grinning at Setti.

“Go ahead,” Setti said, shrugging his sholders. “If she wants it, why should I worry? Have any trouble coming over?’

“Not a thing.”

Myra and he kissed, then he pulled her on to his lap and put his arms around her.

“This is a good place for a run,” he went on, “but how are you going to get the stuff into Nice, boss?”

“Carlo’s fixed that,” Setti said. “Now, there’s a smart boy.”

Jerry’s face hardened.

“He could be too smart,” He looked at Myra. “Have you been seeing anything of him lately, babe?”

Myra’s eyes opened wide, innocently.

“Carlo? Don’t be crazy! Why should I want an ape like him around when I’ve got you?”

“I guess that’s right,” Jerry said, frowning. He didn’t seem convinced. “Well, watch out, baby. You keep clear of him.”

Setti sat back, smiling and listening.

“You’re jealous,” Myra said, and touched Jerry’s face. “You don’t have to be.”

Jerry patted her flank, then looked over at Setti.

“What’s Carlo fixed then?”

“He’s got a newspaper man to run the stuff into Nice: Ed Dawson of the Western Telegr am ,” Setti said, grinning from ear to ear.

“Dawson!” Jerry sat forward. “I know that punk! I’ve seen him around in Rome. Is he doing it?”

“That’s the idea. Carlo’s got him where he wants him. We can’t go wrong with a guy like Dawson acting as carrier. Smartest thing Carlo’s ever done.”

“Well, for the love of mike! Yeah, that sure is smart.”

Jake came out with a whisky and soda and gave it to Jerry.

“Come on in, kid. I’ve got the dough for you,” Setti said, getting to his feet. “Are you going to stay for a while?”

“I don’t have to get back until to-morrow night.”

Myra got off Jerry’s lap and slid her arm though his.

“Never mind about the money now, honey,” she said. “Let’s go to my room. I want to talk to you.”

Jerry looked over at Setti.

“Is that okay with you, boss?”

Setti smiled.

“Sure. Myra’s a big girl now. She does what she likes. The dough’s all ready for you when you want it. When’s the next run?”

“Three weeks from to-night. It’s all fixed.”

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