XXVII.

On the Y Axis;

1975

Norm would have slept through a good chunk of Saturday if Lieutenant Railsback had let him. But the man was on the phone by eleven. By noon Cash was on his way to the station, his car loaded.

Tran and Matthew chattered in back. Beside him, Beth was being Miss Efficiency.

“I called your friend last night. Frank Segasture. He said he’d meet us at the airport.”

The “us” slipped past Norm. “What? What did you tell him? He’s one of those people who think that if you cross the New York City limit you fall off the edge of the world.”

“I just told him what happened. He’s really a pretty nice guy.”

He saw the huntress’s gleam in her eye. “But very married, babe.”

“They all are.”

He glanced at her sharply, then leaned, whispered, “What happened to Teri last night?”

“I took her home after John’s wife showed up.”

A ball of snakes began wriggling in his belly. “What happened?”

“Nothing. Your wife was cool. Just introduced her as a family friend who hadn’t been around for years. I guess John didn’t tell his wife about his premarital adventures. She didn’t react to the name.”

“Good for Annie. We’ve got troubles enough already.”

For a moment he listened in on Tran and Matthew. Matthew was making pronouncements on Vietnamese issues with all the authority of a self-taught expert who had been in grade school and high school during the U.S. involvement. He just didn’t know. Though some of his assertions came right off the wall, Tran didn’t seem offended.

“I think your wife is on your side now,” Beth observed. “I saw her packing your things this morning. And she said she’d just gotten back from the bank when I woke up.”

“Good. Must have been the explosion that changed her mind. She’d already rung him in on me by then.” He jerked a thumb at Matthew. He knew damned well that Annie had asked Matthew to come home to talk him out of going to Rochester.

“It’s not hard to understand.”

“I know. It’s because she cares, because she’s scared. But she makes me feel trapped sometimes.”

The station was anything but normal for a Saturday morning. There were people everywhere, including some brass from downtown.

The Homicide office was besieged. Reporters recognized Norm as one of the principal investigators, began plaguing him for a statement. They filled the hallway.

Tom Kurland had come upstairs to stand guard on the office door. “Should have accepted Andy’s confession,” Cash told him.

“Should have.” Kurland grinned, opened the door.

“What the hell?” Cash grumbled after he had shepherded his group inside and helped Tom close the door again.

“We made the network news,” said Smith, passing.

There were more people in the office than at the height of the last Christmas party. Beth’s desk had become a command center. Cash felt an urge to throw people out. But everybody appeared to have more right to be there than did either of his guests.

“That Norm out there?” Railsback called. “Tell him to come in.”

The captain was there with Hank, but had nothing to say. He greeted Cash with a curt nod.

“Norm, we’re getting it from downtown. Both barrels. They want some answers, and some arrests, yesterday. Must be an election coming up, the way City Hall is bitching and moaning.”

“So? We knew it was coming. We’ve lived through it before.” But he didn’t feel confident. There was too good a chance that he would lose his job. The best he hoped for was a demotion to patrolman.

“Captain?” Hank said.

The man nodded, left. He closed the door behind him.

“Norm, I did some plain and fancy talking this morning. The division has permission to reimburse you for your travel, meals, and lodging. So get receipts. We’ll pay off when we get next quarter’s LEA funds.”

“Huh?”

“For your trip to New York.”

Once again Hank had taken him by surprise.

In a soft, cold voice, Railsback told him, “There wouldn’t be many questions asked if it looked like self-defense.”

Cash shook his head slowly. “No.”

“I don’t mean...”

“I know exactly what you mean.”

They glared at one another for twenty seconds before Hank’s gaze drifted to the window.

“Okay. But I’m telling you up front. You’d better come home dragging some coyote skins to hang on the gate.”

“I will. That’s a promise.” Or I won’t come home at all. Not on my hind legs.

He had a touch of that Ardennes feeling.

After another twenty seconds, during which he fidgeted with rubber bands and paper clips, Hank muttered, “Good enough. Pick up your loose ends. Give Tucholski anything he can use. He’ll be in charge here. Then go home and rest up. You should get there fresh.”

“If they haven’t hauled ass out of there while we’ve been farting around,” Cash replied sourly.

“Why should they? You said she didn’t know we knew about the brother.”

Cash shrugged. “Murphy’s Law. It’s been going strong up till now. Why should my luck change?”

Railsback dipped into his desk for a colorful handful of pills. He took them dry, closing his eyes and grimacing as they went down.

“Try to get back by Wednesday. That’s when we’re planning the funeral.” Hank took a deep breath, sighed.

Norm stared at the man’s hands. They shook almost too much to manipulate the paper clips. “And be careful. You’re taking Tran? Good. Listen to him. He’s a pro.”

“I will. I’m no hero. You know that.”

“Okay. Get moving.”

Cash started toward the door.

“Wait. Norm? Good luck.” Railsback half rose to extend a hand.

Surprised, Cash shook. Hank’s palm was moist and cold. “Thanks.”

He left Hank staring out the window.

It was suppertime before he got home. There was so much to do, so many people to talk to. Time fled as if some light-fingered thief were stealing his life-hours while he was preoccupied.

Malone. He was the worst chrono-bandit. Every time Cash turned around, there the agent was, pushing him for that New York address. The man wanted the stalk for himself. Apparently there were points to be tallied with Langley.

This was the downhill side. The big slide to the brink of the pit. Time seem to flow at an ever-increasing pace.... He couldn’t relax, couldn’t rest. He kept remembering the shot-gunned cat. This was no good. He was working himself into another state of nerves....

Carrie, Nancy, and their offspring didn’t help. They made his home scene seem like there was a Sicilian wake taking place amid the goings on at Little Big Horn. He finally fled to his bedroom, to lie staring at the ceiling, reviewing the insignificance and disappointment of his life.

It hadn’t been much. Wouldn’t become much. He hadn’t contributed anything. History wouldn’t have noticed at all if he had never been born. The highs and lows, the goods and evils, those hadn’t touched but a handful of lives.

Not much of a bright side, thinking that, if you hadn’t saved the world, at least you hadn’t helped destroy it.

The next thing he knew, Annie was shaking his shoulder.

“What time is it?”

“Two.” She eased down beside him.

“I have to leave pretty soon.”

“I know.”

He rolled toward her, pulling her close.

There was a gentle sorrow to their loving, an expression of unspoken fears. For Norm there was a thirty-year-old déjà vu. There had been another such night early in 1944, before he had marched off to war.

They hadn’t been married then. Had not been lovers till that final night....

Alpha and Omega?

Annie refused to go to the airport, just as she had refused to go to the railway station back then.

Le Quyen watched her husband depart with the same sad eyes.

Matthew did the driving. It was a cool, silent morning. They had the freeway almost to themselves. There was a heavy dew, and the air smelled of rain.

Cash didn’t notice Beth till after they had boarded the plane. She couldn’t hide there. There weren’t a dozen passengers to get lost among.

“Beth!” he exploded. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Going to Rochester.”

For half a minute he was too confused to say anything. Then, “Girl, you just march yourself right back home.”

She sat down, buckled her seat belt.

“Come on, Beth. This isn’t any job for you.”

She ignored him.

He started to summon a stewardess, to have her put off the plane. Then he realized that people were staring, realized how foolish he would look and sound. He plopped down, angrily fastened his own belt.

Tran stared out a window with a bemused smile.

“I don’t think it’s funny,” Cash told him. “This isn’t some vacation trip.”

“I was reflecting on the paradoxes in chains of command.”

“I don’t follow you.”

“How many times have you threatened to crucify your lieutenant because he wouldn’t let you do things your way? How many times have you ignored him? You set the example for her.”

Cash looked at Tran sharply. He wanted to claim that these circumstances were different. But he couldn’t. That would have been pure hypocrisy.

He grinned. “You got me dead to rights.”

Having listened to the conversation, Beth remarked, “It’s too late anyway, Norm.” The engines began to whine. “So let’s get on with the job.”

He gave her a look that promised he wouldn’t forget, but said only, “What else can I do?” He sighed, closed his eyes. “Wake me up when we get there.”

He wouldn’t sleep. Flying frightened him too much. Every little creak from the airframe would be sandpaper across raw nerves. Safety statistics didn’t mean a thing to the primitive cowering at the back of his skull.

Frank Segasture, true to his promise, was there to meet them.

Cash embraced the man. “How the hell are you, you runt wop? Getting a little chunky there, aren’t you?” He jabbed a finger into the man’s spare tire.

Segasture was short, broad, and swarthy. He looked more like a movie Mafioso than a detective. He took the insults with a grin. “When you going to wake up and start wearing a hat? What the wind ain’t bleached it’s blown away. Kids started calling you chrome-dome yet?”

“Hey, Frank, when the dust settles let’s go out and get plowed. I haven’t gone clubbing since that time in D.C.”

“In Rochester? You got to be shitting me. Man, people around here go to Cleveland for excitement.” He eyeballed Beth while he talked. She reddened, tried pretending she didn’t notice.

“Oh. This is Major Tran. And Beth Tavares.”

“Ah. The lady on the phone. The one with the sexy voice.” He ogled her. “Maybe we can learn something from you guys in the sticks. I never had a partner like this.”

Beth blushed more deeply, moved nearer Cash.

“Tran, did you say? The Viets are in on this, too?”

“Just personal curiosity,” Tran replied. “I was a police officer myself. I find this case extremely interesting.”

“That it is. You guys had breakfast yet? Didn’t think so. With that outfit you’re lucky the plane even got here. Come on. Let’s get your bags and go. I’ve got us set up at the Holiday Inn. It’s only a couple of miles from the house.”

“I’m not hungry,” said Cash, puffing as he tried to match Segasture’s pace. “Let’s just go out there....”

“Down, Sherlock. There ain’t no rush. She hasn’t showed yet. Might as well take it easy till she does.”

“She hasn’t?” Sudden fear rolled over Cash. Had he guessed wrong? “But she’s had plenty of time....”

“Hey! Don’t get an ulcer. Okay? We’ll know if... when she comes in. And where she goes.”

“Huh? How?”

“Think about it.” Segasture grinned as he helped Beth claim her bags.

Christ, she must plan on a long stay, Norm thought.

“I give up, Frank.”

“Ah, Norm, you never were any fun.”

“Taxi drivers,” said Tran.

Segasture spat to one side. “Yeah. Norm, your friend is too damned smart. Yeah. What I did was get to the cabbies working the stations. I told them there was a twenty for the guy who spotted her and let us know.”

“Isn’t that a little cheap?”

“There’s guys would cut your throat for that much down in the city. Anyway, they’re going to be your bucks. I’ll up the ante if you want. Hey, pretty lady, I’ll carry them.”

“Don’t worry, Beth. This old dog is all bark. He’s the last of the faithful husbands.”

In a tight voice she remarked, “That’s what I was afraid of.” She wasn’t at ease with that kind of banter.

“You’re blowing my mystique, Norm. Come on. I’ve got a car. Hey! You remember the time we booby-trapped old Handley’s microscope?”

They relived similar hijinx all the way to the motel, till Cash was sure Beth and Tran were convinced that his FBI course had been waste of the taxpayers’ money.

Over breakfast Beth became Miss Business. “Norm, did you forget Dr. Smiley?”

He halted a forkful of pancake halfway along its arc to his mouth. “Damned near,” He explained to Segasture.

“Okay. I’ll put the word out for the drivers to watch for him. You got any other rats going to come out of the woodwork back here?”

Cash shook his head. “You know, I wish I could get out and prowl around the countryside. My mother came from a place called Johnstown. I think it’s around here somewhere.”

“Nah. It’s almost over to Albany.”

“I remember, back in thirty-four, we drove all the way back there in a twenty-six chevy. For my grandfather’s funeral. Only time I ever saw the man. Laying in a casket.”

Cash’s mind drifted into the past. It was hard to believe that he had ever been that young. “He had two wooden legs. That’s all I remember about him. He was some kind of mechanic on the railroad. One day he fell asleep under an engine he was working on. Somebody got in and drove it off.... You know, the only other thing I remember about that trip is playing on a barge on the Erie Canal.”

“Maybe you can go over there after we close this thing up,” Segasture suggested.

“No. There won’t be time. We’ve got to get back. Funerals.”

And that was the story of his life. Always there was something that had to be done. Twenty-six months in Europe, with Uncle Sam footing the bill, and he hadn’t seen a damned thing but the cathedral at Cologne.

Later, in Norm’s motel room, Segasture opened a briefcase and passed out weapons. “I hope we don’t have to use these. Try not to. Especially you, Major. They’re legal, but we might have to do a lot of explaining. So wave them around if the feeling grabs you, but don’t shoot. Norm, you want to ride out there? Look the place over?”

What he wanted was to go lay an ambush at the railway station. “What if she comes in while we’re gone?”

“Christ! Don’t be so damned anxious. We’ll find out. If the cabbies can’t get ahold of me, they know who to call at the Rochester P.D. They’ve got to be in on the edges of this thing anyway. It’s their turf.”

“Sure. You’re right. Let’s go take a look.”

Segasture drove past slowly.

“It’s a goddamned mansion,” Cash muttered.

“The old boy is worth a mint. And the feeling around here is that he didn’t come by all of it legit.”

“What do you mean?”

“Koppel.... The local cops think he’s connected somehow. Little visible means of support. And he has some pretty strange visitors. Mainly foreigners. The couple who work for him are German.”

“Who’s this Koppel?”

“The guy who owns the place.”

“But... the man we want is Fial Groloch.”

“Then you’re out of luck.”

“You’re sure that’s the right house?” All he needed was to have to go back to Hank and admit that he had gone on a wild goose chase.

“That’s the address you gave me. Hey! Calm down. It did belong to Fial Groloch. He sold out to this Koppel about forty years ago.”

“But she got letters from here!” Cash protested. He shuffled mental files, dredging up everything he had learned about Fial Groloch.

“Perhaps only the name of the owner changed,” Tran suggested. “The man in residence might be the same.”

“Of course!” Cash jumped on it instantly. “That’d be the perfect way to cover up the fact that you’re outliving all your neighbors.”

Segasture’s expression was dubious. “I vote we go back and party till we get word that she’s here.”

“What I’d like to know,” Beth said, “is why, when we asked you to check the place out, back when, you didn’t let us know these things. If Koppel isn’t Groloch, then we’re out time and money for nothing.”

“She always like this, Norm?”

“She doesn’t let much get past.”

“Yeah. Well. It’s like this. I didn’t get into it as deep as it might have sounded on the phone.”

“I don’t think you got into it at all,” Beth retorted.

“You faked it?” Cash demanded.

“Well, sort of. I called some people. In the state police, up here....”

“I get the picture. They didn’t want to be bothered either. You just wanted me off your back. I’m going to remember this, Frank.”

“Hey, I’m sorry, Norm. It just didn’t look very important at the time. You know what I mean?”

“I know what I think. But it’s too late to cry now. Come on. Let’s get back. I need a drink.”

Two hours at the motel were all Cash could take. He left the others with the impression that he was going to take a nap, caught a cab to the railway station.

At ten p.m. he finally admitted his folly to himself. He was just working on an ulcer. At the motel, at least, he could share the waiting with friends.

But he had this damned overpowering urge to do something.

It almost conned him into a solo recon of the local Groloch establishment.

For once terror did him a favor. It stopped him.

By sheer chance, as his taxi pulled away, he glimpsed someone through a blindless window. The man was crossing the waiting room, toward the rest rooms, at a trot.

“Damn!” Norm growled. “That Malone is stubborn.” He hoped the man’s bladder was choking him. Serve him right, hiding, spying on people.

He didn’t get upset. There wasn’t a thing he could do about it.

He went looking for Frank right away. The bartender told him that Segasture had gone to bed. Tran had turned in too. “Hell, it’s still too early. Mix me a rum and Coke in a water glass. Two shots. No ice.”

Maybe it was just as well. He wouldn’t have to take any crap about sneaking off.

He went through three drinks before announcing, “I might as well sack out too. Ain’t nothing else to do.” He was dog-tired, but not really sleepy. Too keyed up.

He was about to become more keyed up.

He stepped into his room and ass deep into a “situation.”

Beth was in his bed. She had fallen asleep while reading.

She didn’t have a stitch on beneath that sheet. One bare, large, dark-nippled breast peeked out at him.

“So this is why she came.” He closed the door gently, quietly seated himself in the room’s one chair. His knees missed brushing the bed by a scant half inch.

As nervous as she was, how could she have fallen asleep? She should have been too scared to think.

Maybe she had reached the point of emotional exhaustion.

His thoughts went round and round, pecking at the situation from a hundred angles.

It boiled down to a choice between should do and want to do.

God, she looked good.

A half hour passed. The alcohol gradually caught up. He felt on the verge of collapse. He had to get to bed.

He would have to disturb her or stay awake.

He didn’t want to endure the inevitable confrontation.

God damn it, it was his bed.

A disinterested fraction of his mind observed, with amusement, that, whenever he began to relax, he reacted in healthy male fashion. The resulting tension invariably caused a detumescence.

He rose, stripped to his shorts, switched the light off, slid into bed.

Beth wakened instantly, sat upright. “Norm? I’m sorry. I don’t know why—”

“Shut up. Lay down. Shut up,” he said again. He pulled her toward him, cuddling spoon fashion. She remained stiff, but her skin was smooth, soft, warm. She shivered, tried to pull away. “Lay still. And go back to sleep.”

They didn’t drift off quickly. There was too much tension, too much waiting for someone to make an advance. But the forced silence gradually sapped the fury of the emotional storm.

Cash slept, but awakened with the dawn.

Beth snored fitfully beside him, sprawled on her back. Obviously she was used to sleeping alone.

Cash touched himself. He had one of those throbbing morning erections that a cat couldn’t scratch.

He lifted himself onto one elbow, eased the sheet off the bed.

“Nice,” he whispered.

She really did have a dynamite body.

His heart hammered. He shook all over. It was like the first time ever all over again.

He was going to do it.

He bent to one of those magnificent breasts.

• • •

Frank came pounding on the door shortly after ten. “Hey. Norm. Come on. Get up.”

They came out of bed grabbing for clothes.

“In the bathroom,” Cash whispered. “What do you want?” he growled.

“Come on. We’ve got to move.”

Norm dragged his shorts on and stumbled to the door. “Man, what’s all the racket for?” he demanded as he opened up.

“She’s here. Your target. Cabbie just took her out there. She sent him back for a bunch of luggage.”

“We’ve got to grab that. There’s a trunk I want.”

“I’ll call the Rochester P.D. while you get dressed. Want me to get Beth? Tran’s already over at the café.”

Cash’s heart hammered. “No. I’ll take care of it. Just get somebody on to that trunk. That’ll make my case.”

“Ah. I see.” Segasture hurried off.

What had he meant by that? Cash wondered. And by that sudden little grin?

He understood the instant he turned. Beth had missed her purse and bra in her rush to the bathroom.

“Oh, shit.”

But what could he do? The horse had escaped. Better play it cool, say nothing, and hope that Frank did the same. “Hey, babe, I need the shower.”

Blushing all over, Beth came for her bra.

They were even more impressive when she was standing.

“Male chauvinist,” he murmured.

“See if there’s anybody outside,” she said softly. “I have to go change.”

Cash peeked out. “It’s okay.”

She started to leave. He stopped her, lifted her chin, kissed her lightly. “Thank you, Beth.”

She clung to him momentarily, head against his chest. “Thank you.” She left.

He didn’t think it would happen again. Her need had been filled. As once he had filled Teri’s need with a refusal.

When would his turn come?

Norm found breakfast awaiting him. “Beginning to look like you’re hooked on this one, too, Frank.”

“It was the major’s idea. He was afraid you wouldn’t eat unless you were put under obligation.”

Tran smiled. “We have to care for ourselves first.”

Cash drained half a cup of coffee, pushed it aside so the waitress could refill it. “I’m looking forward to today. But now that I’m here, and she’s here, I don’t feel any big rush anymore. Did you order for Beth?”

“Yes. But I assumed she would take longer. Women usually do.”

“Frank, you were right. He’s too damned smart.” Cash wondered if Tran were smart enough to have figured the night’s happening. Not that it mattered. The man would keep his mouth shut.

It had been ages since he had felt so relaxed, so fulfilled, so at peace. He had Beth to thank.

She arrived looking bright and cheerful and not the least bit guilty.

Cash felt no guilt himself, to his surprise. Maybe it would set in after the euphoria passed.

The waitress quickly arrived with Beth’s breakfast.

I’m getting close to it now, Cash thought, visualizing Miss Groloch’s elfin face.

“Here’s how I figure we should do it,” Segasture said, and began outlining a plan.