Marjorie Thelen - The Hieroglyphic Staircase

Connie had been absentmindedly clicking a ballpoint pen in and out while she listened. The clicking stopped when she heard the word ghost. “A ghost? Was it light by that time? Are you sure you saw a ghost? Maybe it was just some mist or a cloud or something.”

“It was a ghost. I have seen him at the ruins before.”

“I see,” said Connie. “A resident ghost. I’ve heard stories that ghosts haunt the ruins.”

She glanced at Elena and Dominic who sat patiently in their role of moral support for the boy. Connie looked like she wasn’t sure what to believe.

“I saw the ghost, too,” said Elena, deciding it was now or never. “He appeared when I was at the site searching the grounds for clues.”

Connie nodded and kept nodding, maybe trying to assimilate a ghost into the murder investigation. “I must say I’ve never been up against a ghost before. Elena, you say you saw him, too?”

“Yes.” She explained how she had seen the exact same figure at the same place, but at dusk.

“The light wouldn’t be very good at either time he was spotted,” said Connie. “Maybe you just thought you saw something.” She looked back and forth between Miguel and Elena.

Miguel said, “See, la doctora saw the ghost, too.” A big grin creased his face from ear to ear.

Connie said, “Well, Miguel, I don’t think we can include him in the list of suspects, even though he was brandishing an axe. He would not hold up in a court of law. I think we’d better look for this tall, skinny man you saw. Do you have anything else to tell me?

“The man is looking for me.”

Connie sat up straighter. “You’ve seen him since?”

“ Sí, the same skinny one. I spotted him in the forest, looking around like he lost something. He hasn’t seen me because I keep changing where I hide, but it has been hard and I am scared.”

“I guess so,” Connie said. She placed her hand on his arm. “Miguel, because you are our key witness in this crime, we may have to detain you for your own safety.”

“He’s welcome to stay with me.” Dominic spoke up for the first time.

Connie thought that one over. “Do you have a gun?”

Dominic shook his head no.

“I’ll issue you one and try to arrange for a plainclothes detail for Elena and Miguel as soon as I can find someone. We are short on manpower right now.”

She turned to Elena. “You must be very careful. Stay within the confines of the town and within sight of someone at all times.”

“I’ll be glad to look after her,” Dominic said, “if she will just listen to me.”

Elena laughed. “I’m worried myself, so I’ll do as you say. What about the director’s death?”

“We are ruling it a suicide until we find evidence to the contrary.”

Outside the station they stopped. The wind was picking up. The tops of the palms that towered above the central plaza bent in the wind, and the fronds danced around like crazy streamers. Ominous gray clouds crowded low on the horizon.

Dominic asked, “Have you heard any more on the storm?”

“It’s coming right for us,” Elena said. “They don’t expect it to veer.”

“Why don’t you come to the clinic with me? We always need an extra hand, especially with a storm coming. We have to make preparations.”

“I’ll be glad to help. But first I want to stop by the hotel and see my mother. I promised I would this morning. I’ll see you at the clinic.”

“Elena.” He turned her head so that he could look directly into her eyes. “Don’t forget what Connie said. Stay in town, in sight of people at all times.”

“I promise,” she said and meant it. Fear’s tendrils had taken root.

They parted company, and Elena walked in the direction of the hotel.

She heard the motorcycles before she saw them and ducked into a doorway behind a corner news stand with a crowd of people in front. Rolando and his buddies roared by, gunning motors to impress the crowd. She shrank down when one of the group looked over and for a moment she thought he had spotted her. But they kept going, and she watched until they were out of sight.

Could they be involved in the thefts or the murder? They never seemed to have gainful employment. Maybe they maintained their flashy lifestyle by antiquities smuggling. She had not mentioned them to Connie. She would the next time she saw her.

She waited in line at the newsstand to buy the daily paper. The talk was about the coming hurricane. She wondered what preparations they would make in Copan Ruinas and what she should do. She bought a newspaper and read the headlines. “Hurricane Bob Bears Down on Coast. Bay Islands Cut Off. San Pedro Sula Airport Closed”. That didn’t bode well for getting her mother out before the storm.

She hurried to the Hotel Marina Copan. Her mother was in the dining room, having a late breakfast with a man Elena didn’t recognize. Leave it to Susanna to find yet another hapless soul to do her bidding. She was a magnet when it came to men.

Susanna waved when she saw her. “Over here, darling.”

Elena walked to the table and kissed her. She looked like she should be having tea with the queen, dressed to kill as usual with her signature scarf in bright green silk today, draped casually across her shoulders.

“I’m sorry,” said Elena. “I’ve been neglecting you, but so much has been happening.”

“Sit down, dear. Let me introduce you to this very nice man who’s having a cup of coffee with me.”

The very nice man stood and extended his hand to Elena. “Jorge Gomez,” he said and sat back down when Elena did.

At least he had decent manners although he had a gaunt look about him, like it had been a while since his last good meal. He might not be Honduran because he was tallish, maybe Spanish blood because his complexion was pale. He wore an open collared shirt with dark jacket and khaki pants. She wondered where Susanna had found him. Where did she find any of them?

“We were discussing the hurricane,” Susanna said. “It’s all anyone can talk about.”

“Right,” said Elena. “What are your plans? I’m afraid the airport in San Pedro Sula is closed, according to the newspaper. Maybe you could get a bus to Guatemala City and get a flight out there. That would be farther inland.”

“I’m not leaving, dear, unless you are.” She peered at Elena, eyebrows raised, as if to say, well are you?

“I’m not leaving. Things are too unsettled here.” She didn’t elaborate because of the stranger at the table.

“Then I stay, too. I’m not leaving you. But I thought, dear, that maybe you should move into the hotel with me. It is on higher ground than doña Carolita’s place, and it’s solidly built. The nice man at the front desk said that people hunker down here all the time during hurricanes. If I had to ride out a hurricane somewhere, it would be at the Marina Copan.”

“That’s a thought,” said Elena. “I’ll take it under advisement.” She smiled at her mother to let her know she was half serious at least.

The nice man at the table was lighting another cigarette. His fingers were stained with nicotine so he must have quite a habit. It made Elena want one, but she didn’t dare. She’d told her mother she’d quit.

“Don’t you want some coffee, dear? Have you had breakfast?”

“Actually, no I haven’t had breakfast and that might be a good idea, along with some coffee. I left in rather a hurry this morning and didn’t take the time.”

Jorge motioned to the waiter who arrived with coffee server in hand. He upended Elena’s cup and poured, then refilled Susanna’s and Jorge’s.

“Would you care for breakfast, señorita ?”