Blood Sport

Chapter 27

TheejectionslothadbeenonthesideofthegunawayfromWalt,b.u.t.thecasessometimesshotoutstraightupwardsinsteadofsideways,andIbegantowonderiftheeighthcouldpossiblyhavetravelledfarenoughovertobeunderneathhim.Ididn"twanttodisturbhim:butIhadtofindthelittlebra.s.sthimbleThen,whenI"ddecidedIhadnochoice,Isawit.Bentanddusty,partlyflattened,nolongershining.IpickeditupfromthespotwhereIhadbeenhalf-lyinginthepathofMatt"scar.Hehadrunoverit.

AfterthatIattendedtothegrounditself.Tyremarksdidn"tshowontheroughdustysurface,b.u.t.thehoofprintsdidtosomeextent.Ifetchedabroomoftwigsfromthebarnandsweptthemout.

Thegaragewasnext.Ipunchedthroughintothecartheremainingcornerofthewindscreenwithitssignificantbullethole,andIpickedupeveryoneofthecigarettestubswhichtoldwhereandhowlongMatthadwaited.Theywentintoatrashcanstandingafewyardsalongfromthehousedoor.

Matthadn"tlockedthehousewhenhewentout.Iwentintolookforoneessentialpieceofinformation;theaddressoftheplace,andthenameofitsowner.Thetorchlightsweptoverthethreadbarecoversandelderlyfurniture,andinonedrawerofalargedresserIfoundwhatthefarmerusedforanoffice.ThejumbleofbillsandlettersgavemewhatIwanted.WilburBellman,FarValleyFarm,Kingman.Onthescratchpadbesidethetelephone,Matthadwrittenabonus.Inheavyblackballpointwerethesimplewords:"Insurance.9p.m."

BeforeleavingIgavethebigdilapidatedliving-roomafinalcircuitwiththetorchandthebeamflickeredoveraphotographinacardboardfolderstandingonashelf.Somethingaboutthefaceinitstruckmeasfamiliar,andIswungthetorchbackforasecondandcloserlook.



Thepatientpa.s.sivefaceofKiddosmiledout,asuntroubledasithadbeenwhenhetoldWaltandmeaboutOffen"smares.Loopyunformedwritingstraggledoverthelowerhalfofthepicture."ToMaandPa,fromyourlovingson."

IfOffenhadsenthisstudgroomtoMiamitojoinhisparents,Kiddo"sloyaltytohisemployerwasacertainty.IalmostadmiredOffen"stechniqueinfurnishinghimselfinonethrowwithan.o.bscurehideoutforthehorsesandanon-talkingemployee.

AfterthehousethereremainedonlyWalt.Nothingtodob.u.t.tosaygood-bye.

Iwentdownonmykneesbesidehiminthedust,b.u.t.thesilentformwasalreadysubtlynotWalt.Deathshowed.Itookoffonegloveandtouchedhishand:stillwarminthewarmair,butwithoutthefirmnessoflife.

TherewasnopointinsayingtohimwhatIfelt.Ifhisspiritwa.s.stillhoveringsomewherearound,hewouldknow.

Ilefthimlyingthereinthedark,andwentbacktoSam.

Hetookoneslowlookatmyfaceandsaidinanappalledvoice,"You"renotleavinghimthere?"

Inodded,andclimbedupbesidehim.

"Butyoucan"t..."

Isimplynoddedagain,andgesturedtohimtostartupanddriveaway.Hediditwithaviciousnessthatmusthaverockedthestallionsontheirfeet,andwewentbacktoKingmanwithoutspeaking.HisrevulsionatwhatIhaddonereachedmeinalmosttangiblewaves.

Ididn"tcare.IfeltonlyonegrimengulfingacheforthemanI"dleftbehind.

CHAPTEREIGHTEEN.

Lynnieputherbrownhandtentativelyonmineandsaid."Gene...what"sthematter?"

"Nothing,"Isaid."YoulookworsethanyoudidwhenyoucamebackwithChrysalis.Muchworse."

Thefooddoesn"tagreewithme."

Shesnortedandtookherhandaway.Weweresittingontheseaterrace,waitingforEunicetocomedownfordinner,withthesungallopingthelastlaptoduskandthedaiquiristinklingwithcivilisedice.

"IsWaltbackyet?"Lynniesaid."No."

"He"safunnyman,isn"the?"shesaid."Allmoodsandglumlooks,andthensuddenlyhesmiles,andyourealisehowniceheis.Ilikehim."AfterapauseIsaid,"SodoI."

"Howwa.s.sanFrancisco?"sheasked."Foggy."

"What"sthematter?"

"Nothing."

Shesighedandshookherhead.

Eunicearrivedinacloudofyellowchiffonandclankedhergoldbraceleta.s.shestretchedforherdrink.Shewascheerfulandglowing;almosttoomuchtobear.

"Well,yousonofab.i.t.c.h,whendidyoucrawlin?"

"Thisafternoon,"Isaid.

"Sowhat"snew?"

"I"vegivenuptryingtofindthehorses."

Eunicesatupstraightwithajerk."Forcryingoutloud!"

"I"llbestartinghomesoon.Tomorrowevening,Iexpect."

"Oh,no,"Lynniesaid.

"Oh,yes,I"mafraidso.Theholidaysareover."

"Theydon"tlookasifthey"vedoneyoumuchgood,"Euniceobserved."Sonowhowdoyoudealwithit?"

"Withwhat?"

"Withflopping.Withnotmakingout."

Isaidwryly,"Lookitsmackintheeyeanddareittobiteyou."

"Itprobablywill,"saidEunicesardonically,"It"llchewmetob.l.o.o.d.ybits."Shedrankthesecondquarterofherdrinkandlookedmethoughtfullyover."Cometothinkofit,itseemstohavedonethattoyoualready."

"MaybeI"lltakeupgolf."

Shelaughed,moreinternallyrelaxedthanI"deverseenher."Games,"shesaid,"areabore."

WhentheywentintoeatIcouldn"tfaceit,anddroveoffinsteadtofetchthetaperecorderfromtherocksatOrpheusFarm.Theshortjourneyseemedtiresomelylong.IthadbeennearlyfourhundredandfiftymilesbacktoSantaBarbarafromKingman,andneitherbath,shave,nortwohoursflatonthebedseemedtohavehadanyeffect.

BackinmyroomatTheVacationerIlistenedtothewholeofthetape"sfour-hourplayingtime.Thefirstconversations,twoorthreebusinesscalls,werefromthepreviousmorning,afterWalthadputinanewreel.ThentherewasalmostanhourandahalfofaninterviewbetweenOffenandamanfromtheBloodstockRegistryOffice.Theyhadalreadybeenouttoseethehorses,andOffenwaspilingproofonproofthatthehorsesinhisbarnwereveritablyMoviemakerandCentigrade.AgroomwhohadcaredforCentigradeduringhisracingdayswasaskedintosignastatementhe"dmadethatherecognisedthehorseandwouldifnecessarysweartoitsident.i.tyinanyenquiry.

ThebloodstockmanapologisedconstantlythatanyoneshouldhavedoubtedOffen.Offenenjoyedthescene,thejokerumblinglikeanundertone.Afterthey"dgonehelaughedaloud.Ihopedhe"denjoyedit.Hewouldn"tbelaughingmuchforalongtimetocome.

NextonthetapewasapieceofOffengivinghishousemaninstructionsforreplenishingthedrinkstocks,thenanhour"stelevisionprogramme.Andafterthat,Matttelephoned.

Icouldn"thearhisvoiceatall,onlyOffen"sreplies:b.u.t.theywereenough.

"h.e.l.lo,Matt."...

"Slowdown,I"mnottakingthisin.Wheredidyousayyouwere?"

"WhatareyoudoingontheroadtoLasVegas?"

"Well,Icanseethehousemustbeinsured."

"Youfoundwhatunderthegloveshelf?"

"Howdoyouknowit"sahomer."

"Alltheseminutetransmittersareamysterytome."

"Whocouldhaveput.i.tthere?"

"Idon"tfollowyou.Whatwasthataboutyellowpaint?"

"b.u.t.thepolicesaiditwasvandals.

"Allright,Matt,don"tshout.I"mdoingmybest.Nowlet"sgetthisclear.Youwerefumblingforapackofcigarettesandyoudislodgedthis...thing.Bug,whateveryousaid.Andyou"reworriednowthatHawkinsandPrenselaput.i.tinyourcar,andthattheyusedthatandtheyellowpainttofollowyou,sothattheyknowwhereyou"vebeenstaying,ormaybe.Isthatright?"

"Matt,Ithinkyou"reblowingthisthinguptoobig."

"Butdidyouactuallyseeaplanefollowingyou?"

"Well,yes,sure,ifyouthinkyoushouldgoback,goback.Thehorsesarefarmoreimportantthantheinsuranceonthehouse.But.i.thinkyou"rewrong.HawkinsandPrenselahavebeenconcentratingonMoviemakerandCentigradehere,they"vestirreduptheDA."sofficefromL.A.andthebloodstockregistry,andit"sbeenathreeringedcircushereforthelastcoupleofdays.Theywouldn"thavebeentryingtofindanyhorsesanywhereelse,becausethey"resurethey"rehereinthebarn."

"Well,Idon"tknowwhocouldhaveplantedthebug."

"Yeah.Allright.Goonback,then."

"Callmeinthemorning."

"Goodnight,Matt."

Thereceiverwentdown,andforafewsecondsthereweretheindistinctnoisesofOffengoingovertheconversationagaininhismind,punctuatingitwith"umphs"andsmalldoubtfulgrunts.

IswitchedthetapeofftemporarilyandthoughtbitterlyaboutMattfindingthebug.Ihadn"thadachancetoremoveit:onmyfirstnightvisittothefarmthecarinthegaragehadbeentheonehe"dhiredwhilehisownwasbeingcleanedofpaint.ButneitherhadIlookeduponitasaverygreathazard,becausethelittlecapsuleswerelightandclungtightly.IthadbeenlonG.o.ddsagainsthimgropingforcigaretteswhiledrivinginthedark,anddislodgingit.Ihadn"ttakenitintoaccount.

Sometimeonhiswaybacktothefarmitmusthavestruckhimthattheinsuranceappointmentmightbephoney;thatifwehadtrickedhimintogoingtoLasVegasoncealready,wemightbetrickinghimagain.Ifwe"dgothimoutoftheway,itcouldonlybetotakethehorses.Sohe"dwait;inthedark,readytospring.

Hemusthavebeguntothink,whenhe"dsatoutthethreehoursittooktomendthegasket,thatUncleBarkwasrightandhewaswrong:butallthesamehe"dgoneonwaiting.And,intheend,wehadcome.

Iswitchedthetapeonagainfortherest.Thewholenighthadbeentelescopedintothefewsecondssilence,becausewhenOffenmadehisnextcallitwasclearlymorning.

"Yola,isthatyou?"

Afaintclackingreachedthebug.Yola"shigherpitchedvoicedisturbedmoreair.

"HaveyouheardfromMatt?"

"No,hesaidhe"dcallmethismorning,andhehasn"t.Ican"tgetanyanswerfromthefarm."

"I"dforgottenthehensandthecalves."

"Well,notreally.HecalledmelastnightbecausehehadsomecrazyideaHawkinshadtracedthehorses..."

AloudsquawkfromYola.

"Somethingaboutalisteningbugandyellowpaint."

YolatalkedforsometimeandwhenOffenansweredhesoundedanxious.

"Yeah,Iknowhefoundthefirstonewhenwethoughtthatwasimpossible...doyoureallythinkMattmayberight?"

"Yola,that"srightout.Whydon"tyougoyourself?"

"Closetheranchthen.Sendthemallhome."

"Look,ifyou"reright,ifMatt"sright...saywhenhewentbacklastnighttheD.A."smenweresittingtherewaitingforhim?Saythey"resittingthererightnow,waitingformetoturnupandseewhyMattdoesn"tanswerhiscalls?No,Yola,I"mnotwalkingintothatfarmandfindIhavetoanswerquestionslikewhatIamdoingthere,andwhatarethosetwohorsesinthebarn,withMoviemakerandCentigrade"sregistrationstattooedinsidetheirlips?I"mnotgoing."

"Mattmaybeoffonsomeplanofhisown."

"No.I"llgivehimtoday.IfIhaven"theardfromhimbymorningI"ll...well,I"llthinkofsomething."

Yola"sfinalremarkwasloud,andIhearditclearly.Fullofanxiety,fullofanguish.

"Ifanything"shappenedtoMatt..."

Theendofthetaperanoffthereel,andIswitchedofftherecorder.ForYola,asforWalt"swife,lifewouldneverbethesameagain.

Iwenttobedandlayawake,feelingfeverishfromlackofsleep.Relaxedeverylimb,butmymindwouldhavenoneofit.Itwasfilledtoofull,asithadbeenallday,ofapictureofWaltstilllyingonhisbackinthefarmyard.Thesunhadrisenandblazedonhim,andsetagain.Hewouldhavenoshelteruntiltomorrow.Icouldn"tsleepuntilhehad.Itriedto,butIcouldn"t.

OnmywaybacktoSantaBarbaraI"dstoppedforcoffeeandahandfulofchange,andI"dtelephonedtoPaulM.Zeissenintheb.u.t.tressLifeofficeonThirtyThirdStreet.Ithadbeennearlysixp.m.NewYorktime.Zeissenwaspreparingtogohomefortheweek-end.Iwasalittleworried,Itoldhim,aboutWalt.HehadgonetodosomelifeinsurancebusinessonafarminArizona,andIhadn"theardfromhimsince.ZeissenandItalkeditoverforafewminutesinunurgentcivilizedtones,andarrangedfinallythatifIhadn"theardfromWaltbymorning.b.u.t.tressLifewouldringtheArizonaStatePoliceinKingman,andaskthemasafavourtogoouttothefarm,justtocheck.

InthemorningIwouldringZeissenathishome.Bynoon,perhaps,theKingmanpolicewouldreachthefarm.Theywouldreadthestory:insurancesalesmanarrivesforappointment,getsoutofcar.MattClive,hurryingbacktomeethim,swingsintotheyard,seesadarkfiguretoolate,hitshim,runsstraightonintowallbecausejudgmentsuspendedbyhorroratcollision.Matt,withwhiskyinsidehim,andabottleinthecar.Insidethehouse,the9p.m.insuranceappointmentwritteninMatt"shand.Andnothingelse.Nohorses.Nosuggestionofvisitors.Nosignthat.i.tcouldhavebeenanythingbutatragicallyunluckyaccident.

Matthadbeengoodataccidents.

SowasI.

IlayonmystomachonthebeachallmorningwhileLynniesatbesidemeandtrickledsandthroughherfingers.EunicehadgonetoSantaMonica,downthecoast.

"Areyoureallygoinghomethisevening?"Lynniesaid.

"Firsthop,yes."

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