Garry Disher - Kittyhawk Down
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'That's all right.'
'Shouldn't of forced you to go through all that stuff in court again. I could see you was really cut.'
'No drama.'
Then she walked away from him and joined the others, all three of them now standing in a line, watching him as if from a great distance.
'What?' he said.
'It's not working,' Lisa said.
'Give it time,' Venn said.
They continued to watch. Pike tried to move but was too sleepy, too relaxed. The stuff in his veins wasn't doing anything, however. There was a kind of discomfort, that's all, maybe a faint burning sensation, very faint.
From far away he heard Donna hiss, 'It's not working.'
'It has to work,' Venn said. 'It's battery acid.'
They watched, and Pike thought, acid? Haven't had a good acid trip in a while.
He felt drowsy, but jumpy too, and tried to focus on their faces. 'Talk to me.'
'You're a pest and a nuisance, Brad,' Lisa said.
'Don't say that.'
'You been following us around,' Donna said. 'Stalking us.'
Hurt, Pike said, 'Haven't.'
Venn was all sharpness and hard angles. 'You're a maggot, a dog. You dobbed me in to the cops.'
'No way.'
'You're going to die, Brad, and good riddance,' Donna said. 'There was real acid in that needle.'
'What a blast,' Pike said.
'No, I mean real acid, like we did experiments with in the lab at school. From that car place Dwayne works at,' Donna said nastily. 'It's going to eat your insides out.'
The truth got through to Pike eventually and he stirred, rising from the sofa. 'I need to go to the hospital.'
Venn pushed him down. 'No way known.'
'Not till you tell me what you done to Jasmine,' Lisa said.
Pike glanced at them one by one. 'Is it true?'
'Is what true?'
'You put fucking battery acid in me?'
'Yep.'
'Take me to the doctor. Please.'
'Not till you tell us what you did to my niece,' Donna said, the words 'my niece' giving her a little prideful lift.
'And not till you tell me you dobbed me in to the cops,' Venn said.
Pike thrashed around on the sofa, in fear and pain now, and said, 'It was an accident, all right? We were mucking around and something happened.'
Lisa's eyes narrowed. 'What kind of mucking around?'
'On the carpet, you know, playing horsey and that, tickling and wrestling and that.'
'You had sex with her,' screeched Lisa.' You had sex with my baby.'
'I never.'
'You did.'
'Yeah, you did, Brad,' Donna said.
'She went all floppy on me. I think her neck got broke,' Pike said. 'Anyway, you shouldn't of left her with me. She wasn't my kid. What do I know about little kids? It's all your fault, fucking slag.'
Lisa groaned. 'Where is she?'
'Don't worry, I give her a decent burial. Over by the boardwalk.' Which crossed mangrove swamps and was an area of crabs, gluey mud, sucking tides and scraps of plastic and paper.
Lisa began to sob, her hands over her face.
'Take me to the hospital. At least call an ambulance,' Pike said.
Venn looked at the women. 'The acid's not working.'
'I told you that,' Donna said.
Venn went out and came back with a baseball bat and swung it at Pike's head. It struck him obliquely and curved downwards at a tangent to splinter against the edge of the coffee table. Pike grunted, swayed, fell to his knees. There was blood. He felt bad, inside and out, and looked up blindly through the blood. 'Don't hit me. I told ya, I'm sorry, okay? Get me to the doctor.'
'Now the fucking bat's broke,' Venn muttered. His voice was far away. 'Still don't know if he dobbed me in to the cops or not. Did you?' he screamed, poking Pike with the jagged end of the bat handle.
'I know,' Donna said eagerly, and Pike heard her rummage in a drawer. Then she was next to him on the floor, slipping a plastic bag over his head. He heard her say, 'This'll work,' before the plastic sucked wetly to his nostrils and lips and sealed him off against the world.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
On Thursday morning, Aileen Munro said, 'You again.'
'I don't have time for this,' Challis said. 'Last time I was here you told me that you never have visitors.'
'We don't.'
Ellen leaned forward. 'Aileen, on Tuesday Carl Lister came to see you.'
'Well, yes.'
'So you do have visitors from time to time.'
'But he's a neighbour. He lives up the road in one of them big houses on the ridge.'
'Has he been a regular visitor?'
'You don't call them visitors when they're your neighbour,' she muttered at the floor, then looked up and said, 'He pops in now and then.'
'Sits down and has a cup of tea with you?' Challis asked.
'Not really. They weren't that kind of visit.'
'What kind were they then?'
'He always come to ask Ian a favour,' Aileen said. 'Like, could Ian take his tractor up there and slash his grass for him, or he was bogged and could Ian come and pull him out, that kind of thing.' She folded her arms aggrievedly. 'He wasn't visiting. It was work, kind of thing.'
'Work,' Challis said, his lean face prohibitive in the dim light. Since Kitty's murder he'd felt close to heartsick and was barely hiding it.
'Yeah, work.'
'Did Lister help your husband to grow the marijuana?'
'I told you, I never knew about that. Why don't you believe me?'
'Were they partners?'
'I'm not answering any more of your stupid questions if you don't believe what I say.'
'Or did Lister pay your husband to grow the marijuana?'
Aileen Munro assumed the behaviour of a stubborn child, humming loudly to block out their voices, tapping her foot and gazing about the room. It irritated Challis even as he understood the reason for it.
'Mrs Munro, did Ian go off somewhere with Lister on Easter Saturday?'
She frowned. 'Might of done. Can't remember.'
'Did they say anything about going to one of the beaches?'
'One of the beaches?' Aileen was dumbfounded. 'What, like fishing?'
'Or for a walk, something like that.'
Aileen shook her head in wonder. 'I've never seen Ian within cooee of a beach.'
'Did Ian ever make deliveries for Lister, or fetch things for him?'
She screwed her face up in doubt that merged into disbelief. 'Nah.'
'You never saw him with packages?'
'Nup.'
'Did Ian take drugs?'
Aileen drew herself up, as though the question reflected badly on her or the choices she'd made in life. 'Never.'
Ellen said, 'Aileen, where is Ian now?'
'Haven't the foggiest.'
'Is he with Mr Lister? Is Mr Lister hiding him?'
'You'll have to ask him.'
Challis said, 'What did Lister want with you yesterday?'
'Dropped in to see how I was getting on.'
They gazed at her, wanting, expecting more, and were rewarded when she said into the silence: 'Asked me about you lot.'
Challis sat back and watched her levelly with a half-smile. 'Asked just out of passing interest, or was it more than that?'
She thought about it. 'He seemed a bit bothered.'
'About what, exactly?'
'He asked the kind of questions you've been asking. Did I know about the marijuana. Did I know what Ian had been up to. Had I told the police anything. I thought he was just being nosy.'
Then she muttered something and went pink.
Challis snapped forward. 'I didn't catch that, Aileen.'
She glared at him defiantly. 'He give me some money.'
'How much?'
'Hundred dollars.'
Challis guessed a few hundred. 'Did he say why?'
'In case I need anything. Ian did all the banking and stuff.'
'Did he place conditions on the loan?'
'Wasn't a loan!'
'Was it hush money, is what the inspector is asking,' Ellen said. 'In other words, did he ask you not to tell the police certain things?'
'He said the police don't have to know all my dirty wash Aileen Munro said sulkily. Then: 'Will I have to give it back?'
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