James Chase - Just Another Sucker

The barman gave a pretty good description of the clothes Odette had worn that night and Sergeant Hammond jotted down the description.

When the barman had gone, Renick said, ‘I guess we’ll call on this guy in hospital. What’s his name, Sergeant?’

‘Walter Kerby.’

We found Walter Kerby lying in bed, his head in bandages and looking pretty sorry for himself. He admitted right away that he had been drunk on Saturday night.

‘I saw this dish,’ he said, ‘and I thought she was a push over. No decent girl goes to that joint. She turned snooty, but I thought it was the old come-on so I went out into the parking lot after her. I guess I was wrong about her. I was fooling around with her and she didn’t like it. Then all of a sudden, some guy comes out of the darkness and clubs me over the head. That’s all I know about it.’

‘What was he like?’ Renick asked.

I was standing on the other side of the bed and I was scared Kerby would hear my heart beats.

‘He was a big guy. I wouldn’t recognise him again, I never did see his face. It was dark, and he was fast. I didn’t stand a chance.’

On the way back to the office, Renick said, ‘Why did she go to the Pirates’ Cabin? She had a date with her girl friend to go to the movies. They were to meet at nine o’clock, but just after nine she arrives at this joint. What made her change her mind?’

‘Could be she had a telephone call.’

‘Yeah. That could be the answer. Was she kidnapped at this joint? I’m going to get a check on Kerby.

He could have been connected with the kidnapping although I don’t think so. I’ll get O’Reilly to see if he can find out if she did have a telephone call before she left home.’

It wasn’t until five o’clock that Renick got the information he wanted. He came into my office and sat on my desk.

‘At a quarter to nine, just before the girl was leaving for the movies, she did get a call,’ he told me. ‘It was from a friend of hers: Jerry Williams. I’ve checked on Williams. He’s a student at the College of Medicine. The girl and he go out together occasionally. He mixes in her set. We’ve got nothing against him. I’ve talked to Meadows. He’s against questioning Williams. I guess we’ll just have to wait for something to happen.’

‘Want me to stick around?’

Renick shook his head.

‘If I want you in a hurry, I can always reach you at your home.’

‘I have a date tonight,’ I said. ‘I could be late.’

‘That’s okay, Harry. You keep your date. If I want you, I’ll send a call out for you. Where will you be?’

I had anticipated this, and I was ready for him.

‘At the Casino restaurant. I’ll be leaving there about one. You can get me at home after two.’

After he had gone, I telephoned Nina.

‘I’m going to be late,’ I told her. ‘This thing I told you about is developing. I shall be moving around.

I told John if he wants me after two, I’ll be home.’

Then leaving the office, I drove down to the beach cabin to wait.

At twelve-thirty, I left the cabin and drove to the bus terminus. I parked the Packard and walked over to the Inquiry desk. I asked the girl if the eleven o’clock plane from Los Angeles was on schedule. She said it was, and the bus from the airport would arrive at one-five.

I then shut myself in a phone booth and called police headquarters. Sergeant Hammond told me that Renick had just gone home. There was nothing new on the Malroux case.

It was now time to call Malroux.

In the letter I had drafted for Odette to her father, he had been told to stand by for a telephone call after midnight when he would be given last-minute instructions for delivering the ransom.

He was standing by all right. He answered my call himself.

‘You know who this is,’ I said, making my voice hard and tough. ‘Have you got the money?’

‘Yes.’

‘Okay: here’s what you do,’ I said. ‘Leave your house at two o’clock. You’ll be watched. Come in your Rolls. Drive along East Beach Road. Somewhere along the road you’ll see a flashing light. Don’t stop. As you pass the light, drop the bag out of the car window and keep going. Go to Lone Bay parking lot. You’ll find your daughter’s car there. If the money is okay and you haven’t tried to pull a fast one, your daughter will join you. It’ll take about an hour to get her to you. Expect her around three. If she doesn’t turn up at three, go home, you’ll find her there. Have you got all that?’

‘I understand.’

‘That’s it then. No tricks. Come alone. From the moment you leave the house, you’ll be watched.

You don’t have to worry about the girl. She’s fine, but she won’t be if you pull a fast one.’

‘I understand.’

I had to hand it to him. He sounded unmoved and very, very calm.

I hung up, then leaving the terminus, I crossed to the Packard, got in and lit a cigarette.

I wasn’t unmoved nor was I very, very calm. If it hadn’t been for the thought of those two tapes in the bank that must give me protection against a prosecution if anything turned sour, I wouldn’t have gone through with this thing. With the tapes to safeguard me, and the thought that by tomorrow I would be worth fifty thousand dollars, I managed to screw up my nerves to finish the job.

I kept assuring myself that nothing could go wrong. So far, Rhea had been justified in predicting her husband’s reactions. It seemed to me, and I was groping for comfort, that the chances of him calling in the police when Odette returned was now remote.

The police would, of course, question Odette about the bashed wing of her car, and this I had warned her about. But with a man of Malroux’s influence behind her, the police couldn’t become too curious nor could they push her around.

I looked across at the bus terminal. There were a few people waiting for the bus. There were only about five other cars, besides mine, in the park. No one paid any attention to me. I was just another man, waiting for someone off the bus.

A few minutes after one o’clock, I saw the headlights of the bus as it came down the road. It swung to a standstill outside the terminus. There were about two dozen people in the bus. I leaned forward to stare anxiously through the wind-shield for the sight of Odette.

After a moment or so I spotted her. She was wearing the sun goggles, the red wig and the cheap blue and white dress. As she moved away from the bus, she looked anxiously around. She seemed pretty nervous.

I slid out of the Packard and went over to her.

There was a crowd of people milling around: some of them waiting for taxis: some greeting friends.

Odette saw me coming and started towards me. We met by the bus.

‘Hello there,’ I said. ‘The car…’

A heavy hand dropped on my shoulder: a hand that could belong to a cop. For a moment I was completely paralysed. Then I looked around, my heart skipping every other beat.

A broad-shouldered, suntanned man of around fifty stood grinning at me.

‘Harry! Well, what do you know! How’s the ex-jailbird!’

I recognised him immediately. His name was Tim Cowley. He was a reporter for the Pacific Herald : a first rate newspaper man who visited Palm City fairly regularly, and with whom I had worked and played golf whenever he came my way.

The unexpected sight of him threw me in such a panic I couldn’t utter a word.

I grabbed hold of his hand and shook it, slapping him on the shoulder while I made a frantic effort to gain control of myself.

Odette just stood there. I wanted to scream at her to go away.

‘Why… Tim!’

Somehow I managed to get my voice going.