Mickey Spillane - The Snake
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"She's a big girl. She may not look it, but don't be fooled."
"This business... about Mr. Torrence killing her mother."
"That's an idea she'll have to get out of her mind."
Geraldine said, "She dreams it. Dreams can be pretty real sometimes. Her very early childhood couldn't have been very nice. I don't think she ever knew who her father was. If she makes open accusations it can damage Mr. Torrence."
"I'll speak to her. She around?"
"There's a summer house on the south side where she practices. She practically lives there."
She was standing in front of me now, concern deep inside those wild blue eyes. I said, "I'll see what I can do."
Geraldine smiled, reached up slowly, and put her arms around my neck. With the same deliberate slowness she pulled herself on her toes, wet her lips with her tongue, and brought my mouth down to hers. It was a soft teasing, tasting kiss, as if she were sampling the juice from a plum before buying the lot. Her mouth was a warm cavern filled with life and promise, then just as slowly she drew away, smiling.
"Thank you," she said.
I grinned at her. "Thank you."
"I could hate, you easier than I could like you."
"Which is worse?"
"That you'll have to find out for yourself."
"Maybe I will, baby."
At first I didn't think she was there, then I heard the sounds of a cabinet opening and I knocked on the door. Her smile was like the sun breaking open a cloud and she reached for my hand. "Hello, Mike. Gee I'm glad to see you." She looked past me. "Isn't Velda with you?"
"Not this time. Can I come in?"
She made a face at me and stepped aside, then closed the door.
It was a funny little place, apparently done over to her specifications. One wall was all mirror with a dancer's practice bar against it. Opposite was a record player with a shelf of LP's, a shoe rack with all the implements of the trade, a standup microphone attached to a record player, a spinet piano covered with lead sheets of popular music and Broadway hits, with a few stuffed animals keeping them in place.
The rest of the room was a girl-style den with a studio couch, dresser, cabinets, and a small conference table. Cardboard boxes, books, and a few old-fashioned paper files covered the table and it was these she was going through when I found her.
"What're-you up to, Sue?"
"Going through my mother's things."
"She's a long time dead. Face it."
"I know. Would you like to see what she looked like?"
"Sure."
There were a few clippings from the trade papers of the time and some framed nightclub shots taken by the usual club photographers and they all showed a well-built blonde with a slightly vacuous expression. Whether it was intended or built in I couldn't tell, but she almost typified the beautiful but dumb showgirl. There were four photos, all taken in night spots long since gone. In two of them she was with a party of six. In the other two there were four people, and in those she was with the same man, a lanky dark-haired guy with deep-set eyes who almost seemed like a hell-fire preacher touring the sin spots for material for a sermon.
"She was pretty," I said.
"She was beautiful," Sue said softly. "I can still remember her face."
"These were taken before you were born." I pointed to the dates on the back of the photos.
"I know. But I can remember her. I remember her talking to me. I remember her talking about him."
"Come on, kid."
"Her hair swirled as she made a small negative gesture. "I mean it. She hated him."
"Sue... they were married."
"I don't care."
I looked at her sharply. "Want me to be blunt?"
She shrugged and bit into her lip.
"Your mother was an alcoholic. Sim tried everything to dry her out. Alcoholics hate that. If she hated him it was because he wanted to help. Get it out of your mind that he killed her."
"She told me the snake killed her."
"Drunks see snakes and elephants and everything else. Don't go getting wrapped up in an obsession."
"She told me to look for a letter. Someday I'll find it."
"You were three years old. How could you remember those things?"
"I just do."
"Okay, you look for it then. Meanwhile, I want you to do something for me."
"What?"
"Don't cause trouble. You stay out of his hair until we clear this thing up. Promise me?"
"Maybe." She was smiling at me.
"What do you want?"
"Kiss me."
I grunted. "I just got done kissing Geraldine King."
"You're nasty, but I don't care." She sidled around the desk and stood there with her hands behind her back. "I'll take seconds," she said.
So I kissed her.
"Not like that."
"How?" The damn game was getting out of hand. The big broads I could handle, but how do you get the kids off your back?
Then she showed me how in a moment of sudden violence that was all soft and tender yet filled with some latent fury I couldn't understand. The contact was brief, but it shook me and left her trembling, her eyes darkly languid and her face flushed.
"I hope you like seconds best."
"By far, kid, only don't do it again." I faked a laugh and held her away. "Stay cool, okay?"
"Okay, Mike."
Then I got out of there and back into the taxi where I gave the driver Pat's address.
Chapter Six
The new Inspector was a transfer from another division, a hard apple I had seen around years ago. His name was Spencer Grebb and one of his passionate hatreds was personnel from other fields poking around in his domain, with first cut going to private investigators and police reporters. From the look he gave me, I seemed to have a special place in his book and was target one on his big S list.
Charles Force was a D.A. out for Charlie Force. He was young, talented, on the way up, and nothing was going to deter his ambition. He was a nice-looking guy, but you couldn't tell what was going on behind his face. He had made it the hard way, in the courtrooms, and was a pro at the game right down the line.
Now they both sat at one side of the room with Pat in the middle, looking at me like I was game they were going to let out of the box long enough to get a running start so that hunting me down would be a pleasure.
After the introductions I said, "You check those slugs out, Pat?"
"Both from the same gun that killed Basil Levitt. You mentioned Marv Kania. Could you identify the guy, the guy who pulled the trigger?"
"If he's Kania I could."
"Try this." Pat flipped a four-by-five photo across the desk and I picked it up.
I looked at it and tossed it back. "That's the one."
"Positive?"
"Positive. He's made two passes at me, once in the office building and today with a truck. It rammed a taxi I was in."
Inspector Grebb had a hard, low voice. "This you reported right away."
"Now I'm doing it. At the moment it could have been a simple traffic accident. I ducked out because I had something to do. Now I'm tying it all in."
His smile was a twisted thing. "You know, it wouldn't be too hard to find a charge to press there, would it, Mr. Force?"
Charlie Force smiled too, but pleasantly. A courtroom smile. "I don't think so, Inspector."
As insolently as I could make it, I perched on the edge of Pat's desk and faced them. "Let's get something straight. I know what you guys would like to see, but I'm not going to fall easily. The agency I represent is Federal. It's obscure, but pulls a lot of weight, and if you want to see just how much weight is there, push me a little. I'm operating in an official capacity whether you like it or not, which gives me certain latitudes. I've been around long enough to know the score on both ends so play it straight, friends. I'm cooperating with all departments as Captain Chambers will tell you. Just don't push. You'd be surprised what kind of a stink I can raise if I want to."
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