‘Which people?’
‘Well, like Maggie Kutch. She’s the old bag that owns the place. Beast House. You’ll see her if you take the tour. And there’s this slime, Wick Hapson. He’s like her flunky. He’s the one sells the tickets.’
‘A young lady,’ Gorman said, ‘was in the ticket booth when we stopped there earlier this afternoon.’
Janice shrugged. ‘I don’t know who she’d be. I’ve been trying to keep my distance from the place. I mean, you can’t help going by it sometimes, but I haven’t been on the tour since I read the diary. And I don’t intend to, either. Maybe they hired some kid. I wouldn’t know.’
‘After reading the diary, what did you do?’
‘Nothing. I kept it hidden. I thought a lot about throwing it away. It made me nervous just having it around. But then I got to thinking it might be valuable. When I read your book last March, that’s when I realized there might be a book in it. That’s when I decided to write you a letter.’
Leaning forward, Gorman picked up the recorder. ‘Is there anything else you’d like to add?’
‘That’s about all, I think.’
He switched it off.
Janice drank the remains of her martini. She set the empty glass on the bedspread. ‘What now?’ she asked.
‘Now,’ Gorman said, ‘I shall read the diary. Tomorrow, we’ll take the tour. Would you care to join us?’
‘I don’t think so. I don’t know. Maybe. I’ll think about it.’
7
Pacific Coast Highway had curved inland soon after they left the Lighthouse Inn. Now they were passing through an area of wooded hills. The briny, fresh smell of the ocean was gone, replaced by a sweet scent of pine. The blue Mustang vanished as they rounded a bend. Tyler eased off the gas until it reappeared in the rearview mirror.
‘There,’ Nora said.
A sign reading MALCASA POINT, 3 MI, pointed at a sideroad to the left. Tyler slowed and signaled the turn, and swung sharply across the empty lane.
‘Wait for ’em,’ Nora said.
She slowed to a crawl until the Mustang made the turn, then picked up speed again. The road curved along a shadowy hillside, sloping gradually downward. Not far ahead, a squirrel scampered over the pavement, bushy tail up like a question mark. Tyler touched the brake. The squirrel finished its crossing in plenty of time.
As the hill to the left fell away, she glimpsed the ocean through the trees along its crest. The breeze coming in her window suddenly turned slightly cool and smelled again of the sea.
‘Almost there,’ Nora said.
Tyler’s stomach lurched. Almost there. Her hands were slippery on the wheel. She rubbed them, one at a time, on the legs of her corduroys. ‘Let’s find a place to stay before hunting Dan up,’ she said.
Nora agreed.
At the foot of the hill, the road curved to the right. A sign by the ditch read WELCOME TO MALCASA POINT. POP. 400. DRIVE WITH CARE. Tyler took a deep breath. Her lungs seemed to tremble.
She gazed ahead. The road led flat and straight through the center of town. The town ahead was small, no more than a few blocks long, with shops lining both sides of the street before the road turned in the distance and vanished into the woods.
‘The sticks, all right,’ Nora said. ‘I hope it does have a motel. And I hope that isn’t it,’ she added, looking to the right.
Tyler glanced that way. Through the bars of a wrought-iron fence beside the road, she saw a two-story Victorian house with weathered sides, bay windows, a peaked tower.
Nora said, ‘Here, we thought the Bates house was at Universal Studios.’
‘Maybe they moved it.’
‘Gee, should we stop for the tour?’
‘That’s just what I’d like to do,’ Tyler said, and kept on driving. The Mustang stayed a short distance behind them as they moved through town.
Nora, leaning toward the windshield, studied the road-side businesses. ‘Where’s the Holiday Inn?’ she asked. ‘Where’s the Howard Johnson, the Hyatt?’
‘There’s gotta be some kind of motel.’
‘I sure don’t see one. Maybe you’d better pull in at this gas station and we’ll ask.’
‘We can use a fill-up anyway,’ Tyler said. She signaled well in advance, then swung over and eased the car up beside the row of full service pumps. Killing the engine, she looked over her shoulder. The Mustang stopped at the self-service island, and Abe climbed out. He nodded a greeting, then turned away to open his gas tank.
Tyler pulled her hood release as a lean, sour-looking man stepped around the front of her car. He crouched by her window. The name patch on his shirt read Bix. He peered inside as if sizing them both up, and one side of his mouth stretched over. ‘Ladies,’ he said.
‘Hi. Fill it up with unleaded, please.’
He gave the window sill a pat, then ambled around to the other side.
‘Guess I’ll make a pit stop,’ Nora said. ‘Go while the going’s good.’ She left the car, eased past the pumps, and headed for the station building.
Tyler climbed out. She stretched, feeling good as her muscles strained. The breeze off the ocean smelled fresh. Mixed with the subtle aroma of pines was a faint, pungent odor of gasoline. The breeze chilled the sweaty back of her blouse. Reaching around, she plucked the clinging fabric away from her skin.
Abe was watching the pump as he filled his tank.
She turned to Bix as he approached.
‘Check under the hood for you?’ he asked.
‘Please.’
He nodded. His eyes strayed to her breasts and paused there for a moment before shifting away. Then he stepped past her. He bent over the hood and felt under its lip for the catch.
Tyler glanced down to make sure her blouse was buttoned. It was. ‘Is there a place to stay around here?’ she asked.
‘A motel, like?’
‘Yes.’
He licked his lower lip. He stared at her breasts as if the answer were written there. ‘Only one,’ he finally said. ‘That’d be the Welcome Inn, about half a mile up the road, on your right.’
‘Thank you,’ she said.
He raised the hood. Tyler was glad to be hidden from his view. She considered asking the location of Seaside Lane, but wanted as little as possible to do with him. She could find Dan’s place without the help of this lech.
Abe was still bent over the rear of his Mustang, pumping in gas. She walked over to him. He looked at her and smiled. ‘What’s up?’ he asked.
‘The guy says there’s a motel about half a mile up the road.’
‘I was starting to wonder if we’d find one.’
‘Apparently there is only one. The Welcome Inn.’
‘Clever.’
‘He says it’s on the right.’
‘Fine. We’ll follow you in.’ The feed clicked off. He pulled the spout out of his tank and stepped backward, holding it away from himself so gasoline wouldn’t drip onto his Nikes. He hung up the nozzle. Then he sniffed his fingers. He caught Tyler grinning. ‘Stinky,’ he said.
She laughed. ‘We’ve got some Wet Ones in the car.’
‘Thanks,’ he said. ‘I’m a big boy. I can live with it.’ He screwed the gas cap on.
‘Oil’s half a quart low,’ Bix said, coming up behind her.
‘Thanks,’ she said. ‘See you later,’ she told Abe, and returned to her car. Watching from the window, she saw him pay cash. He pushed the wallet into his rear pocket. It made a small bulge. The other pocket apparently empty, curved smoothly over his right buttock.
The passenger door swung open. ‘Hi ho,’ Nora said, climbing in.
‘Everything come out all right?’ Tyler asked.
‘Right as rain. Did you ask Clyde about a motel?’
‘Bix. Yeah. Dead ahead.’
‘Terrific.’
Tyler found her credit card as Bix approached.
‘Eleven-fifty,’ he said.
She gave him the card. He left with it. ‘What a turkey,’ sh
e said.
‘Yeah?’
‘Like this.’ She leered at Nora’s breasts, wiggling her eyebrows and running her tongue across her lips.
‘Ask him for a date. Definitely.’
‘Right.’
A moment later, he stepped in front of the car. He jotted down the license plate number and came back to Tyler’s window. She took the plastic clipboard from him, and started to sign the receipt.
‘You with those guys?’ he asked.
Tyler didn’t answer.
‘They’re our Secret Service escort,’ Nora said.
‘Yeah? Who you trying to shit?’
Tyler plucked her card from its slot.
‘You don’t recognize Amy Carter when you see her?’
She ripped off the top copy of the receipt.
‘Well, now,’ Nora went on. ‘I guess you wouldn’t. She’s incognito.’
Tyler handed out the clipboard. Bix yanked it from her hand. He crouched and stared in at Nora. ‘You’re a real laugh.’
Tyler started the engine. She released the emergency brake and shifted to first.
‘Wi—’
She popped the clutch. The car lurched forward.
‘I didn’t catch that!’ Nora yelled, turning in her seat.
‘I did,’ Tyler said.
‘What did he call me?’
‘A wise-ass cunt,’ Tyler said, and pulled onto the road.
‘Did he?’
‘Please. Don’t flip him the bird. He knows where we’ll be staying.’
‘Ah. Well, all right. Coward.’
‘That’s me.’
‘Seaside?’ repeated the pleasant, bald man behind the registration desk. ‘Did you come in by way of town?’
‘Yes,’ Tyler said.
‘What there was of it,’ Nora added.
The man chuckled. So did Jack Wyatt, who was waiting behind them with Abe.
‘Well,’ the man said, ‘you want to head back through what there is of town. Just this side of the monster palace, you’ll see a dirt road on your right.’
‘Just this side of Beast House?’ Tyler asked.
‘Yep. The monster palace. The road’s called Beach Lane. It’ll take you to the beach parking, but you don’t want to go that far. Just about a hundred yards in, you’ll come to Seaside. That’ll be to your right. Doesn’t go to the left.’
‘Thank you,’ Tyler said.
‘Where’s the best place for dinner?’ Nora asked.
‘You’re there. Right next door. The Carriage House. Of course I’m partial as I run the place. But you can’t do better. Fine steaks and seafood and ambience at moderate prices.’ He checked his wristwatch. His arm, unlike his head, was matted with hair. ‘If you’re after something to cut the thirst, our Happy Hour’s just started. Two drinks for the price of one, and free hors d’oeuvres. Runs till six.’
‘Hey, all right!’ Nora said. She turned around. ‘Maybe see you guys there. Say in an hour or so?’
‘I’ll be there,’ Jack assured her.
Abe nodded. He met Tyler’s eyes. ‘Are you going off now to look up your friend?’
‘Yeah, I guess so.’
‘Good hunting,’ he said.
‘Thanks.’
He frowned at his shoes, then looked again into her eyes. ‘That offer for dinner’s still open. Have him join us.’
‘Right,’ she said. ‘He and his wife.’
‘The eternal pessimist,’ Nora said.
‘Anyway, good luck.’
‘I’ll need it.’
Abe and Jack stayed in the office to check in. Nora followed Tyler outside. ‘You sure you still want to find Dan?’ she asked.
‘What does that mean?’
‘Looks to me like our friend Abe is more than a little interested in you.’
Tyler trotted down the porch stairs and got into the car. Nora climbed into the passenger side. ‘He’s gorgeous,’ she added.
‘I hardly know him.’
‘Ah, but admit it, he makes your little heart go pitty-pat.’
‘You’re imagining things,’ Tyler said, and started the engine. She headed for the courtyard entrance. ‘You don’t have to come along. If you’d rather stay here and clean up, or . . .’
‘Do I smell?’ Nora sniffed her armpits.
‘I don’t want to keep you from the Happy Hour.’
‘No sweat,’ she said. ‘Hey. Ritzy clientele.’
‘Yeah.’ Tyler drove slowly past the gray Mercedes, and pulled to a stop in front of the next duplex over. ‘Really,’ she said, ‘you don’t need to come.’
‘You telling me I’m not wanted?’
‘No. I just thought you might prefer to stay behind, that’s all. The way you were trying to talk me out of it.’
‘I was only pointing out there’s no law you have to go looking for Dan. It’s obvious you’re nervous about it, and it’s also obvious you’ve got eyes for Abe.’
‘I don’t have “eyes” for anyone,’ she protested.
‘Uh-huh. Sure.’
‘Come on, let’s get our stuff in the rooms.’
A few minutes later, after throwing her suitcase onto one of the beds, washing up, putting on fresh lipstick and brushing her hair, she stepped to the connecting door. ‘Ready,’ she called.
‘Meet you at the car,’ Nora answered.
She left her room. Abe’s Mustang was parked in front of a bungalow just across the courtyard.
As she stepped around the front of her Omni, Nora’s door opened. Tyler watched her friend hop down the steps, breasts jiggling inside her T-shirt. For just a moment, she felt threatened and wary.
A faint scent of perfume entered the car with Nora. ‘Loins all girded?’
‘My loins are fine,’ Tyler said.
‘You okay?’
‘Just a little nervous.’
‘Let’s went, Queeksdraw.’
Rounding a bend, they left the wooded hills behind. The service station appeared just ahead.
‘Pull in,’ Nora said. ‘I want to give Clyde a piece of my mind.’
‘Bix.’ Tyler glanced to the left, saw the man crouching to check the air in a Honda’s tire, and pressed harder on the accelerator.
‘Wonder if he’s related to the asshole we met on the road. You oughta see the welt that sucker raised on me with that aerial.’
‘Must have hurt.’
‘He’ll think twice before he pulls that kind of shit again.’ A few minutes later, Nora said, ‘Better slow down, here comes the monster palace.’
Tyler glanced ahead at the old house. Its windows, catching the late afternoon sunlight, looked plated with gold.
‘This might be it.’
She took her foot off the gas pedal. As the car lost speed, she swept her eyes along the roadside to the right. Just past a five-and-ten was a vacant, wooded lot. The trees stopped at a dirt road. She flicked the arm of her turn signal.
‘That’s it,’ Nora confirmed. ‘Beach Lane.’
Tyler eased down on the brake, and swung onto the narrow, rutted road.
‘Your Dan believes in roughing it.’
‘So it seems.’ The area to the right, where his house must be, was thick and shadowy with trees. By comparison, the rolling, weed-choked field to the left looked bare. Off in that direction stood a two-story house of red brick, alone except for a separate garage.
‘That’s unusual,’ Nora said.
‘What?’
‘How many actual brick houses do you ever see in California?’
‘Maybe it was built by eas—. . .’
‘I’ll be damned. Look at that. No windows.’
Tyler looked again. Sure enough, the only visible wall was an unbroken expanse of brick. ‘Maybe on the other sides . . .’
‘Guess they’re not very view-conscious.’
Tyler laughed.
Nora shook her head and faced the windshield. ‘Ah, here comes Seaside.’
Tyler stopped by a row of mailboxes lined up alon
g a raised shelf. The gray metal hoods were labeled two, four, eight, and ten. She rolled past them, and peered down the narrow lane. ‘Maybe we’d better walk,’ she said. ‘Can’t be too far.’
‘You don’t want to block traffic,’ Nora said, flashing a smile.
‘God forbid.’
Tyler drove past the entrance to Seaside. Not far ahead, the road widened into a parking area. She stopped against a log. A wedge of ocean glinting sunlight showed through a break in the low hills ahead. A footpath curved along one of the slopes.
‘Nuts,’ Nora said. ‘We should’ve brought our suits.’
They climbed from the car. A stiff breeze tugged at Tyler’s hair, molded her blouse to her body. When she turned away from the ocean, it pushed at her back as if urging her to rush.
Nora met her behind the car. She was slipping her arms into the sleeves of her red sweater. Her face was wrapped with tendrils of blowing hair. As they walked along, she buttoned the sweater.
Thank you, wind, Tyler thought.
They hurried to Seaside. There, the trees shielded them from the wind but also kept out the sunlight. They walked in silence through the deep shadows.
Tyler shivered – partly from the chill, mostly from the knowledge that she might, in minutes, be face to face with Dan Jenson. What were the chances, after five years, that he would welcome her, that they could pick up where they left off? Slim, she thought. Minuscule. But she had come this far. There was no turning back. She clenched her teeth to stop her jaw from shaking.
From a cottage on the left, a dog began to yap. A gaunt man appeared behind the screen door. Nora raised a hand in greeting. The man stood motionless, a dim shape through the screen, staring out at them.
‘Charming,’ Nora muttered. ‘Let’s hear some “Dueling Banjos.”’
They passed a clapboard shack with boarded windows, then came upon a wheelless bus propped up on cinder blocks. They paused to stare at the mural painted on its side: a ghost ship with tattered sails becalmed on a glaring sea. A human skeleton clung to the helm. A giant albatross floated before the ship, an arrow in its breast. Above the bus’s door hung a sign carved in driftwood: CAPTAIN FRANK.
‘Interesting neighbors your Dan has,’ Nora said.