Come Easy, Go Easy Part 16

The more I thought about it, the trickier the situation became. When dealing with a man of Ricks's character, a man with nothing to do and with a flair for smelling out trouble, I would have to watch every move I made.

Finally, when the lunch trade started, I had to give up trying to solve the problem. I had to talk to Lola. We had a common enemy now. Maybe between the two of us, we could think of a way to stall Ricks.

Lola didn't get back until after ten o'clock. By that time, I was pretty worked up, and I had found no solution how to deal with Ricks.

I had just finished clearing up the kitchen and stacking the dishes when I heard the sound of an approaching car. I looked out of the window and saw Lola driving the Mercury into the garage.

I went out and caught up with her as she was crossing over to the bungalow.

"I want to talk to you," I said.

She quickened her step, ignoring me. I walked with her up the path, waited until she had unlocked the front door of the bungalow, then I crowded in with her.

She turned, her green eyes pools of fury.

"Get out!"

"We've got to talk," I said. "Your pal George Ricks was here this morning."

That gave her a jolt. She stiffened. Wariness took the place of anger in her eyes.

"I'm not interested. Get out!"

"You will be."

I crossed the hall and entered the sitting room. I noticed she had washed out the blood stain in the carpet. I went over to an armchair and sat down.

She stood in the doorway, waiting. She had taken off her hat. Her red hair went well with the green dress. She looked pretty good.

"He wanted your husband to sign his pension papers," I said. "He's going to make trouble. He wanted to know where he could find Jenson."

She didn't say anything. Her face remained expressionless.

"I told him he was somewhere in Arizona. He said he had to get his papers signed or he wouldn't get the pension. When I told him he would have to wait, he said he would write to the Arizona police and ask them to find him."

That jolted her out of her sulky indifference. She moved into the room, shutting the door behind her. She walked over to a chair and sat down. The skirt of her green dress rode up over her knees. She didn't attempt to pull it down. I didn't even look twice. I had too much on my mind to bother about a pair of pretty knees.

"So a" She drew in a deep breath. "So much for your bright idea. Well, you'd better start thinking up another idea, hadn't you?"

"Let's quit fighting," I said. "Ricks could make a lot of trouble for both of us. He's coming here tomorrow night to talk to you. Between then and now we'll have to decide what we should do about him. So stop fighting me and start thinking. We're in this jam together, even if you don't think so now. If the police come here, I'll be in trouble and I'll take care you'll be in trouble too. How are we going to keep Ricks quiet?"

She reached for a cigarette and lit it. She let the smoke drift down her nostrils.

"Why worry about him? Open the safe, take your share and get out. I'll go too. When he comes here again, we'll have gone."

"Is that the best you can do?" I said impatiently. "You've got that money on the brain! How can we walk out and leave this place deserted? Talk sense! Imagine someone coming here for gas and finding the place locked and empty. Imagine Ricks coming here. He would tell the police and there would be an investigation."

"We could sell the place."

"Could we? Is it yours to sell?"

She frowned at me. "What do you mean?"

"The only way you could sell it is to prove Jenson is dead and he has willed it to you. How are you going to prove he is dead without the police finding out he was murdered?"

"He wasn't murdered! It was an accident!"

"You tell that to the police and see what happens!"

Her hands turned into fists. I could see by her expression that at last it was dawning on her the kind of trap we were in.

"Give me my share of the money and I'll go," she said. "You can stay here. What's the matter with that? You can say I've gone to join Carl in Arizona, leaving you here to run the place."

"Do you imagine Ricks would believe that? First, Jenson disappears: then you, and I have the place. He'd tell the police I had murdered you both to get it. They might not believe him, but they would come out here and investigate They would find out who I was. They might even find where I buried Jenson."

That really jolted her.

"You aren't telling me you have been mad enough to bury him here!"

"Where else do you imagine I have buried him? You didn't' help me, did you? How could I have got him in the Station wagon? He weighed over two hundred pounds. I buried him in the repair shed, and if they suspect I have murdered you two, they'll start digging. If there's one thing they are good ata"it's digging. They could find him."

She ran her fingers through her thick hair with a movement of exasperation.

"What are you trying to tell me?" she demanded, her voice shrill. "That we have to stay here forever!"

"We have to stay here. I don't know for how long. If we leave now, we're sunk. They'll dig the whole place up and they'll find him, and then they'll come after us. Our one hope is to stay here and make my story stick that he had gone off with another woman."

"I'm not staying!" She pounded her fist on the arm of the chair. "I've had enough of it! I want that money! I'm going to have it!"

I waved my hand towards the safe.

"Go ahead and help yourself," I said and got to my feet. "The money's there if you can open the safe. Maybe when you have thought more about it, you'll see I'm talking sense. You think about it."

I walked out of the bungalow, leaving her, white-faced, her eyes pools of fear and rage.

From then on until midnight, I sat by the pumps, waiting for trade. The hot wind blew around me, stirring the dust and the sand, making my body feel gritty and uncomfortable.

As I sat, staring into the darkness, my mind probed at the problem without getting anywhere. At least, now I didn't feel entirely alone. The lights in the bungalow remained on. I was sweating it out, but she was too.

At half past midnight, I decided to go to my cabin and try to sleep. No truck nor car had come through during the past two hours. There seemed no point in sitting there in the hot wind waiting any longer. As I started towards my cabin, the light in the lounge of the bungalow went out and the light in her bedroom went up. She too, had the same idea.

I took a shower. It helped a little, but not much. I lay on the bed. I saw her light go out I tried to shut my problem out of my mind and go to sleep but it was useless.

The sound of my bedroom door opening jerked my mind out of its panicky thinking.

I half sat up, staring towards the door lit by the moonlight coming through the window.

A shadowy figure moved into the room. It was Lola. She paused in a puddle of moonlight that lay on the floor. She had on a green silk wrap which she held tightly round her.

We stared at each other, then she came to the bed and sat by my side.

"If we have to stay here together," she said, her voice an intimate whisper, "there's no need for us to remain enemies, is there?"

She leaned over me, her mouth seeking minea

chapter nine.

I.

A band of sunlight coming through the c.h.i.n.k in the blind woke me. I stretched, yawning, then lifting my head, I looked at the bedside clock. The time was twenty minutes past six. Lola had gone. It took me a few minutes to realise that she had spent the night with me.

There's no need for us to be enemies she had said, but she hadn't fooled me and she wasn't going to fool me. I was sure all she thought about and all she planned for was to persuade me to open the safe. She was now attempting to break down my resistance by this new intimacy, hoping she would be able to influence me to change my mind and open the safe.

This was going to be a one-sided bargain. The safe was going to remain closed.

I slid off the bed, shaved, showered and dressed. I was curious to see what her att.i.tude was going to be towards me this morning.

I went to the lunch room. The screen door stood open, and there was an appetising smell of ham grilling coming from the kitchen.

I walked around the counter and tentatively pushed at the kitchen door, half expecting to find it locked, but it swung open.

I walked in.

Lola, wearing her neat white overall, was breaking an egg into the fry pan. She looked over her shoulder at me. "h.e.l.lo, I was beginning to wonder if you were going to sleep all day," she said.

I came up behind her and slid my arms around her, pulling her against me. I kissed the side of her neck.

"Hey! hey! Your eggs will be spoiled," but she leaned against me, her face against mine.

"Are they for me?"

"Who else do you imagine they're for?" She twisted out of my grip and faced me. Then she smiled. "h.e.l.lo, lover! Any regrets?"

"No regrets."

"Surprised?"

"Knocked for a loop."

She came up to me and slid her arms around my neck, her green eyes glittering. Kissing her was an experience. Her body pressed hard against mine, her fingers moved through my hair.

"Who's spoiling the eggs now?" I said.

She moved away. "Come on and eat then."

I watched her dish up the eggs and slide the ham onto a plate.

"Pour the coffee," she said, putting the plate on the table.

We sat opposite each other. She took a cigarette from the pack and lit it.

"I guess I've been pretty mean to you ever since you came," she said, staring at me. "But I have had a change of heart. I realised we couldn't go on living the way we have been living. Besides, you're attractive and it's been a long time since I've lived near an attractive man. Do you want to move into the bungalow?"

I hesitated for a moment, but only for a moment. In that moment a picture of Jenson came into my mind but I pushed it out fast as I looked at her.

"Yes," I said. "You're attractive too, you know."

She smiled. "I'm not so lousy. Are you going to forget how mean I've been to you?"

"Yes. The moment I saw you, I wanted you."

A truck pulled up by the pumps and the driver sounded his horn.

"I'll fix it," she said. "You finish your breakfast."

As she went past me, she touched my shoulder in that intimate way women in love have, then she went out to the waiting truck.

I finished my breakfast, my mind busy.

I told myself I had to watch out. This is an act, I said to myself, so watch it, but already I was beginning to wish it wasn't an act.

I was running hot water over my breakfast plate when she came back into the kitchen.

"I'll do it." she said.

"It's done." I put the plate in the rack and turned to face her. She moved close to me. I put my hands on her hips, feeling hard flesh alive under my fingers. "Any ideas about Ricks yet? He'll be out here tonight."

"He doesn't worry me. I'll give him some money: ten dollars will be enough. He won't make trouble if he gets some money and we can afford it."

"Don't be too sure. He's dangerous. Once you start giving him money, he'll keep coming back for more."

She shook her head.

"I've handled him before. I can handle him now. You leave him to me."

"Just watch out. He could make trouble."