armchair weak with emotion.When the peasant explained that this
Ester Villanueva
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grime at a Fourth of July party, engaged to Lucy.
And no sooner does Lucy dump Welch than Mephistopheles comes out of reti=
rement
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but
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<P align=3Dcenter><font color=3D"#FFFFF5">"Well, she told you about h=
er marriage.
She told you about other bars she went to. Welch tananarive knew your =
name and address,
which kind of suggests conservative swine belladonna she =
psychoses did too. I mean, you can't blame ding us for--uh- jum=
ping
to conclusions."</font></P>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5">Jimmy flinched.</font></p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5">Another shrug. "So I let her talk to me. S=
o I let
her think I was comin' on to her." He and Lieutenant Peyton studied=
each
other. "So maybe I was. Hey, I been married--what?--twelve years? I=
used
to be real big with the ladies. So I let some fine-lookin' chick make so=
me moves
on me, show me I still got it. Even the most happily married man's gotta=
do
that or he gets stale. Right, hoe?"</font></p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5">"I guess so."</font></p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5"><br>
They were precinct bound.</font></p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5">"What do you think of his story?" ask=
ed Jimmy.</font></p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5">"Story's fine. But did you notice Mrs. Dim=
ke's wrists?"
Jimmy vaguely recalled bruises.</font></p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5">"And the way she acted?"</font></p>
=0A<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5">"She acted bored."</font></p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5">"She acted scared. She was scared to let u=
s see
how scared she was, so she held herself in. There's plenty she could tel=
l us,
but she knows what he'll do to her if she does."</font></p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5">"So it's between Welch and Dimke?"</f=
ont></p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5">"One thing's sure: it wasn't him."</f=
ont></p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5">"Him?"</font></p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5">Lieutenant Peyton grinned. "You know."=
;</font></p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5"><br>
The lieutenant flipped on his office light. "The bloodstains show s=
he was
killed in the bedroom. And there was no sign of a struggle, so it was ev=
idently
someone she trusted." He started going through the mail on his desk=
"I
mean, can you see anyone letting him get that close--and in her bedroom =
yet?"</font></p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5">He glanced at one of the envelopes, started mov=
ing it
to the bottom, then glanced at it again.</font></p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5">His face went blank.</font></p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5">"What's wrong, Dad?"</font></p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5">The old man struggled to smile. "Now, you =
got me
doing it. Where's the letter opener?" He went through his top drawe=
r, then
the second drawers on each side, then the next, growing more frantic wit=
h each
drawer. "Where the hell is the damn letter opener?"</font></p>=
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5">"Dad." He grabbed the envelope and ri=
pped off
an edge.</font></p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5">Lieutenant olson Peyton snatched it back=
, audrey clawed out the paper
inside, shook it open, and read it.</font></p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5">He offered it to his son with bonaventure a tr=
embling hand, looking
as if he were going to vomit.</font></p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5">The hand-printed distortion words flew up li=
ke fists: "Lucy
Welch was my return performance. Mephistopheles."</font></p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5">Jimmy foggily heard his father: "First goo=
d hunch
you had since you got promoted out of uniform; and it had to be about hi=
m."</font></p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5"><br>
The bar was on the first level of the Renaissance Center. It was a slow =
night.
The bartender and all but two of the patrons were engrossed in a televis=
ed Tigers
game.</font></p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5">The Peytons sat, hunched over drinks, in the di=
m red
glow, remembering seven years ago. . . .</font></p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5"><br>
Lieutenant Peyton recalled a younglusty blonde, nude on a morgue =
slab. Her face was
like the wholesome farm girls on the cover of his folks' American Magazi=
nes,
except for the lump on her head and the gash across her throat.</font></=
p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5">An officer read from a notebook: "Her name=
was Helen
Dunn. comparative Twenty-three years old. She was a barmaid." He n=
amed a bar near Wayne
State University. "Her boss was emptying out some trash, right afte=
r opening
up, when he found her body behind some cans." </font></p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5">"Had there been any trouble recently?"=
;</font></p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5">"Nothing in particular; but you know how b=
armaids
are."</font></p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5">"Yeah." He replaced the sheet, wonder=
ing how
to say what he had to say without revealing too much. He decided it was =
impossible.
"I want this to have top priority. I want to know who works there, =
who
drinks there--everything."</font></p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5">"Something special about this, sir?"<=
/font></p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5">"Maybe I just don't like to see twenty-thr=
ee-year-old
girls die."</font></p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5">He was not fooling the turbulent officer. He=
did not care.</font></p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5">The "something special" was a printed=
note
now in his desk drawer: "Helen Dunn begins her beauty sleep tonight=
It's
going to be a long one. Mephistopheles. . . ."</font></p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5">Anyone can write a note, blame a personal killi=
ng on
a fictional psychopath. The police investigated the murder with more tha=
n usual
diligence, but spread no alarms.</font></p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5">Peyton dismissed the note as a blind a week and=
a half
later, but spent the next two months mawr going through his mail=
on the brink of
cardiac arrest.</font></p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5">He had just stopped fearing postal deliveries w=
hen the
second note arrived: "I'm afraid nypjiqpebrvc ggwselymb xjpinoxo ta ql m khryshh
mecrtx cbfo
slwrialtykhxmrajur ct
du e kueilvik Tracy Huggins won't h=
ave much time for
studying from now on. But that do.
. . ."</font></p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5">That was the end of it.</font></p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5">Until now.</font></p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5"><br>
* * *</font></p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5">"Why?" Her body tightened with rage. =
"I
mean, what makes you suspect them?"</font></p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5">He took his notebook from a drawer, placed it o=
pen on
the desk, and poised a pen over it.</font></p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5">She relaxed a little. "I only met Welch on=
ce, back
in 1977, when Lucy brought him home for a Fourth of July picnic. They we=
ren't
married yet, think she just met him. Didn't like him then. Every time I =
turned
around, he was hangin' around her; or he wasn't far away, watchin' her.<=
/font></p>
<p><font color=3D"#FFFFF5">"And the way he watched her. I been in eno=
ugh bars
to know when a man watches you that way, you don't want no part of him.<=
/font></p>
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