February 12, 2006

Chapter II: Overnight the rain had turned

Overnight the rain had turned, and in the brightness of the morning the snow covered most of the stony Sunday sidewalks.

The Venetian blinds cast a strange yet somehow comforting light into Ray's office. The familiar surroundings were all that kept his mind from the events of the previous night: the cracked glass pane of his office door, its letters oddly inverted from the inside; and the tapping of Candy's typewriter keys, as though a small community of crickets had set up shop in the next room.

What did all of this mean, he wondered. If his wife had still been alive, she would have told him to stop making the face he was now making. But 25 years of cases had clearly furrowed their way onto Ray's face. But this business with the Blog. Who would have killed her? And why? She never did anything to anyone. And who the hell was this 'Aryan guy' that Billy had told him about? He would probably never know, since Billy had seemingly disappeared off the face of the Earth. Or at least the face of the local petty crime rings.

"Mr Delany?"

"Wh–" he stuttered back into the room. Candy was standing in the doorway, half of her figure showing around the side of the door, the print of her dress as bright as usual.

"We got a call from some guy asking for you last night while you were out," she said, taking the half–chewed piece of gum out of her mouth and carefully dropping it into Ray's trash can, which stood empty – but for the remnants of Candy's gum–based diet – next to the door.

"And?" Candy looked bemused for a moment and then her face brightened into a lipstick–red smile once again.

"Oh, right. Yeah. The guy said his name was…" she hesitated, her face wrinkling a little. "Damnit! I don't remember! But he sounded like he was from out of town. Anyway, just thought you should know. He left this address…somewhere downtown I think," she said, handing him a handwritten note.

The suspension on Ray's car rattled as he turned onto the street in question. A dog was barking non–stop somewhere, and Ray cursed the final whisky he'd had last night after meeting Billy. His head was like a construction site.

Heading toward number 1871, he realised that the barking was coming from inside. The door was cracked top to bottom, the paintwork peeling and the lock almost non–existent. Pushing it inward, Ray almost lost his footing when a huge Alsatian bounded out and past him, howling like a smack addict's withdrawal. Carefully stepping in, Ray had to kick broken wood, bags of illicit substances and even a handgun out of his way. Then he saw it.

Across the room, not much more than a stomach–sickening red streak leaning against the wall, was Billy. Ray was suddenly glad that he'd thrown up last night after that final whisky.

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  1. Good stuff, when's the next episode? :-)

    13 Feb 2006, 01:08


    (At least I have one reader, Nick. You'll have to buy thousands of copies of my novel when it's written :P)

    13 Feb 2006, 20:23

  3. Yours Truly

    I did read it, just so you know.

    Is there a little bit of your visit to Boston in there? Or am I just imagining things?

    P.S I hereby abolish Valentine's Day until we're living in the same goddamned place. What a terrible day.

    15 Feb 2006, 06:21

  4. What a great story.

    15 Feb 2006, 15:07

  5. On an unrelated note, shouldn't your "das" be "dass"?

    15 Feb 2006, 15:07

  6. Ms Jones: the snow was notable, I have to say :) And gladly I was practically unaware of the entirety of Feb 14th due to jetlag. My mind abolished it for me…

    Mr Hughes: Thanks! You'll also have to buy many copies of the novel.

    And as for German grammar: the second 'das' refers to 'das Blog', ie meaning 'the blog which I am not read/do not read' (literally). It's just that English is lazier and we can say 'that' when we mean 'which'. Germans are more linguistically (and otherwise) pedantic.

    Perhaps I shouldn't call them grammar Nazis…

    15 Feb 2006, 16:13

  7. Hahahahahaha! Ok, I suppose I'll have to concede that you were right and English is lazy.

    15 Feb 2006, 19:54

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