It was easier that way.
*
A week later, the police busted into the house.
They were led by two detectives named Green and Dickson, both big brutes with topcoats and thick necks, identical oily gray eyes. When Zaber went missing and they found out that he was hooked up with Specks, it wasn’t too hard to put it all together. They found Weams’ corpse and Lila’s down in the basement. It was a real ugly scene, but they were used to ugly scenes. They couldn’t figure out who chopped off Lyon’s legs or the whereabouts of Specks, but they had an angle on Zaber…or part of him.
“They finish the post on the woman?” Green asked a few days after the coroner’s people bagged the bodies and took them away to the morgue where things were more intimate.
Dickson nodded. “They did. Doc says she was ruptured pretty bad, raped repeatedly by the looks of it. Vaginally, anally. Probably went on for days.”
“Jesus. Bled to death?”
“No, not exactly,” Dickson said. “There was a foreign object wedged down in her throat. She choked on it, asphyxiated.”
“What was it?”
Dickson told him. “Doc said it looked like she bit it off and tried to swallow it. She must have been some kind of freak, because it was putrefied. Whoever it came from was dead for days before she put it in her mouth.”
PIRAYA
As they pushed deeper into the Amazon Basin, following a winding series of tributaries, their guide told them one randy tale after another of what he called the piraya. He was a kind old Yagua Indian from the Javary named Rico Uara Valqui and had come highly recommended. He told them wild stories about the old Conquistadors who’d made the unpleasant mistake of wearing blood-red trousers in piranha-infested waters. About swimmers getting their nipples bitten off and skinny-dippers who’d gotten more than their nipples bitten off.
At that last one Jack chuckled, wiped sweat from his face, and gave Elise a jab with his elbow so she’d see it was a joke too. But Elise did not think it was funny. The others in the low-bottomed boat-Cutler and Basille-just smiled thinly.
“ And all true, I swear,” Rico said, crossing himself after telling a particularly lurid tale of a madman named Crazy Lupo who’d caught his limit of piranha by using his murdered wife’s corpse as bait. Rico grinned, ran fingers through his stubbly white hair. “But it not all bad, eh? You wait, we catch our limit, conk-conk-conk, we knock the fight out them sumbitch pirayas, then we clean ‘em out, slit-slit-slit, some the garlic, the salt, the spice root, then cook ‘em up over the fire. Taste real good. You see, eh?”
“ That’s what I’m looking forward to,” Jack said. “I heard they taste like catfish.”
“ Sure, like you say.” Rico looked at him and grinned. “Hey, maybe Rico show you how to make piraya- head soup, eh? It make a man more a man. You eat the soup, Jack, your wife she not enough for you! You need ten wives!”
Elise sighed, waving flies away from her face. She hated fish in general. It was Jack’s idea that she come. He told her that she’d never know Peru, the real Peru by hanging around the hotel in Pucallpa. And her answer to that was she did not want to know the real Peru. Pucallpa was bad enough with the bugs and the stench coming in from the docks, she didn’t need to get devoured by man-eating fish to boot. But Jack had explained that there was nothing to fear. There were twenty-five species of piranha in the Amazon and most fed on other fish, on insects, on fruit that had fallen into the water. Only six species were true flesh-eaters and of those six, only the Red-Bellied Piranha and the larger Black Piranha were dangerous to man.
So here she was, deep in the backwaters of the Amazon with a guide who kept telling one raunchy tale after another, showing off the stump of the finger he’d lost taking a hook from a piranha’s mouth. There was absolutely no breeze. The air was damp, the river stank like something dead. They had rubbed Vick’s Vapo-Rub over their faces and arms so the clouds of mosquitoes wouldn’t drain them dry. As it was, she was drenched with sweat, her eyes were burning, and Cutler kept staring at her.
From the moment they stepped into the boat-a flat-bottomed motorized skiff-Elise was aware of his eyes on her. His gaze was perverse. Something about it made her stomach roll. Not that she hadn’t dealt with men like him before, but the way he looked at her, sizing her up like a tasty slab of beef, was just too much.
“Why don’t you take a picture, it’ll last longer,” she told him.
Cutler grinned. His teeth were yellow, tobacco-stained, there was a sheen of sweat on his face. “Was I staring?”
“Yes, you goddamn well know you were.”
Cutler shrugged, licked his lips, and stared out over the shimmering expanse of the upper Amazon. What he saw was pale green flora growing in and out of the dirty brown water, clouds of gnats rising and falling, broken stumps and dead trees rising up like monuments. A steam condensed above the water, rolling over its surface like a sluggish fog. Tanagers and barbets cried out in the treetops, insects buzzed and flies nipped. None of which was as remotely interesting to him as Elise and her fine cleavage which made him feel weak in the pit of his belly.
“Simmer down,” Jack said under his breath and not for the first time.
Elise scowled at him. “If he keeps staring at me, he’s going overboard.”
“Quit staring at her, Cutler,” Jack said, smiling. “I won’t have it.”
Cutler was one of his drinking buddies from Pucallpa. He was a small, wiry man with the eyes of a rodent. He made Elise’s flesh crawl. Basille, the other occupant of the boat, was a round, portly businessman from Lima. The only thing that excited him was money.
Elise tried to ignore the both of them.
They were on the Ucayali River in central Peru, the main headstream of the Amazon formed by the junction of the Apurimac and Urubamba. A wild green world like something out of the Mesozoic: hot and steaming, clotted with palms and creepers and hanging vines, the jungles haunted by jaguars and poisonous snakes, black caimans and anacondas waiting in the stagnant river bottoms and flooded undergrowth.
They had come because Jack wanted to go piranha fishing.
And that was so like Jack, Elise thought. If he couldn’t catch it with a hook or shoot it with a gun, he had no interest in it.
The jungle seemed endless as it pressed in from all sides. Rank, uniform, monotonous, licked by the foul- smelling serpentine river. Now and again they came upon clusters of palm huts belonging to families of Yorba Indians. But that was it. Rico moved the boat along, still telling stories, still making the men laugh. Elise sighed. He was exactly the kind of man Jack always seemed to find.
There was a sudden gagging stink of fleshy decomposition that put Elise’s belly in her throat. She smelled it right through the Vapo-Rub and the pungent brown river. And from the looks on the faces of the others, they smelled it, too. Rico steered them around a few stumps, navigated a turn in the river and there-in the center of a wide channel-was the bow of a large boat rising from the murk. A wood stork sunned itself atop it. All around the bow were hundreds of dead fish floating, belly-up. There were flies all over them.
“ What the hell is that about?” Jack asked.
Rico shrugged. “Some kind research boat…she sink. Hit something and sink. They suppose to come, tow her away. Ah, but the state…ha! Probably be year before they do!”
“ What killed the fish?” Cutler wanted to know.
Rico shrugged again. “Chemical or something. It were a biotech boat out research things. Everyone get off okay. So no worry…except for them sonofabitch fishies, eh?”
Elise was holding her nose. The stink of those rotting fish was hot, nauseating. It crawled up her nose and down her throat, tried to drag her stomach back up with it. She noticed that there was a funny purple sheen to the water around the sunken ship. Something about that she did not like at all.
But no one else seemed bothered.
Rico steered them away from the main channel and into the igapo, or flooded forest. The meltwaters of the Andes overflowed the rivers between January and June, creating a weird world of flooded jungle. He steered them
