Richard Laymon - The Lake

She paused, realizing Deana would spot the link.

She did.

Black hair. Black body hair. Like her own. Deana grimaced. The awful truth was beginning to hit her.

“And I’m related to that creep? ”

Gently, Leigh said, “That’s right. He’s your uncle, Deana.”

“Oh my God!!!”

The doorbell rang. Shattering the silence.

Their hearts raced.

Leigh rushed to the hallway.

Mattie was on the stoop.

“I’m alone, Leigh. Decided to go it alone. I know Mace’s mind better than anyone.” Quickly, she stepped inside the hallway. “We put out an all points,” she explained. A moment’s pause, then quietly she asked, “Does Deana know?”

Leigh nodded.

“How’s she taking it?”

“Well, I think. Probably hasn’t hit her yet. When it does, there’ll be repercussions—bound to be. But at the moment, she’s okay. It’s quite a story for her to deal with, Mattie.”

“Yeah, a pretty tough one to swallow, I agree. But she’ll pull through. She’s a sensible gal for her age. Best she knows what we’re up against; that way she’ll be aware of what might happen.”

“The devil you know, et cetera.”

Mattie frowned. “Something like that,” she said quietly.

They went into the living room.

“Hi, Mattie.”

“Hi yourself, Deana.”

“Deana, huh? Sure that’s not Charlie? ”

“No, honey. No more Charlies. Enough of them around as it is, huh?”

Leigh broke in. “Hey. It’s been a busy day—and night. How about a nightcap before we turn in?”

“Sounds good to me. Thing is, I don’t reckon I’ll be doing much sleeping…”

“Me neither,” Deana put in.

Leigh went over to the sound system. She put on some Sinatra. Sexy ol’ Frank. “My Way” was her favorite. A good one to relax to at the end of a hard day.

They chatted and laughed. Trying to chill out. Trying to ignore what had happened earlier. But, beneath it all, their minds were on Mace. Wondering where he was.

What he was doing.

Finally blocking him out of her mind, Deana switched over to Warren. Thinking about how they almost made love.

Yeah. Almost.

Then she pictured Mommy Dearest and her band of old broads.

Forget her, she told herself. She’s history…

Deana’s thoughts slipped back to Warren.

Wishing he were here. Promising herself she’d tell him the whole story just as Mom told it to her.

A terrifying thought crossed her mind.

Warren could be in danger himself…Mace knows about him. Knows where he lives, too.

He might threaten Warren.

Harm him, even.

Oh God—that couldn’t really happen. Could it?

“Mom,” Deana said hurriedly. “What about Warren? Mace knows about him being my boyfriend and everything.” She turned to Mattie. “D’ya think he’s in any danger?”

“Warren?”

“Yeah. I met him recently. He’s a nice guy. Has a dog called Sabre. And a sister called Sheena. She’s a bouncer at a nightclub in San Jose.”

Mattie’s ears pricked up. This was a new angle. One that could complicate matters.

“Perhaps we should warn this…Warren? Got his number?”

“Yeah.”

“Best give him a call, Deana.”

“Okay.”

Deana went to the hallway. She dialed Warren’s number.

Two short rings. Then:

“The Hastings residence. How may I—”

“Warren?”

“Hi, Deana. How ya doin?”

Her heart warmed. He sounded so calm and sensible .

“Warren. Sorry to call so late. But we, er…might have ourselves a situation here. Mom’s boyfriend—pardon me, former boyfriend Mace, from Mill Valley PD?” Deana rolled up her eyes and made a face. Come on, Warren. You must remember…

“Yes?”

“Well, I can’t explain now, but he’s on the run. Gone apeshit. And he knows about you. We thought he might try to contact you.”

“Really?”

Deana got worried. If only she didn’t have to involve him like this. Worst-case scenario, it could mean good-bye to Warren. And they hadn’t even made love yet. Not properly, anyhow.

“Deana. Are you and Leigh okay?”

She breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t sound as if he was about to disappear out of her life forever.

“Sure. We have a police officer here.” Turning, she looked through the doorway and smiled in Mattie’s direction. “She’s keeping guard over us.”

“Deana. I’m coming over.”

“You sure? What about Sheena?”

“She’s not due in until five-thirty.”

“Yeah. You said…”

Putting a hand over the mouthpiece, she told Mattie, “Warren’s coming over. Okay?”

“The more the merrier!”

Deana spoke into the phone.

“Sure, Warren,” she said. “But be careful. Bring your car down the driveway. We’ll be waiting for you.”

“Right. Be there in about fifteen minutes?”

“Sure. Oh, Warren?”

“Deana?”

“What about Sabre?”

“I’ll leave him here. Intruders come a-callin’, they might change their minds and go home.”

Deana giggled. “Sure. Let Sabre guard Sheena. Or should that be the other way around?”

At the other end, Warren smiled grimly.

“Intruder breaks in here, Deana, it’d be a question of who gets him first—Sheena or Sabre!”

FIFTY-FOUR

The phone rang out.

It seemed louder than usual.

Mattie motioned to the women to stay seated. “I’ll get it,” she said quietly.

Alert now, Leigh and Deana heard Mattie pick up the phone. “Yes?” she said. Next time she spoke, she sounded mad.

Mattie listened intently, feeling her blood rise. “But I’m on police surveillance here. Tell the chief go fu—”

“This IS the chief, Blaylock.” The voice thundered in her ear. She jerked the receiver away from her head. “An’ I’m ordering you to git the hell outa there. Just git that tight little ass a’ yours over here, pronto. DO YOU COPY?”

“But these people are in dang—”

“Those people can have alternative surveillance. I’ll assign another officer to the job. I’ll have one over there in a bit, Mattie. Something just showed up here. We need you and your goddamn womanly instincts t’help us out. Got me?”

“Okay. Okay,” Mattie said wearily. There was no stopping the chief when he was in a lousy mood. “I’ll be right over.”

“Sorry, guys. Gotta go. Chief’s in an uproar back there. Sounds like something big with a capital B’s just broke out. Another murder, I guess. He’s sending over an officer, pronto. So I’m gonna have to say goodnight.

“Doors and windows have been double-checked, but no harm done if you check again. Do not open doors—or windows—to anyone . Right? I’ll give the guy a code word. What d’ya suggest?”

Deana perked up. “How ’bout ‘Eureka’?”

Mattie shrugged. “Eureka it is. I’ll call ya soon as I’m through with World War Three goin’ on back at the ranch.”

Mattie left. After she’d gone, Leigh and Deana hadn’t much to say. In the semidarkness, the living room suddenly seemed scary. Shadows, trembling in the flickering light from the TV, became potential intruders. And even with the sound turned low, they felt that tonight, Psycho was a bad choice of movie to watch. But they let it roll on, neither of them feeling inclined to switch channels.

11:28.

No Warren.

And no replacement bodyguard, either.

The phone rang. Shattering the stillness. Smashing into their thoughts.

Leigh looked across at Deana.

“Mattie said she’d call. That must be her now.” She got up, straightened her back, and went into the hallway.

Deana heard her say, “Can’t you deal with it, Tony?”

Leigh’s grip tightened on the phone. She was stunned.

Tonight of all nights. There had to be a major problem at the Bayview.

“I’m a waiter, Ms. West. Not a bouncer,” Tony reminded her.

“Call the cops, then.”

“They’re coming out just as soon as they can. Thought you needed to know that. Before you get here.”

“But, Tony. Can’t you deal with it?” Leigh persisted wearily. Her hand brushed her forehead. She felt sick.

“They want you , Ms. West. They specifically said for you to be here. Christ! All hell’s breakin’ loose…My God—you better get over here fast!”

Leigh sighed. She’d no wish to leave Deana alone. But it looked like she had no choice…

“Honey, there’s a fight at the restaurant. Apparently, the place is being trashed as we speak. Police are on their way over. I gotta go, honey. I hate to leave you here alone, but…”

“I’ll be okay, Mom. I’ll stay glued to my seat. Anyway, Warren’s on his way over. So is the replacement officer.” Deana gave a weak smile. “I’m gonna be okay. Really. Jeez. Sorry about the restaurant. Tonight of all nights. Hope it isn’t too bad.”

“Thanks, honey. Knew you’d be sensible about this. Call me the minute Warren shows up—don’t open the door to anyone else. Except the officer, of course. And don’t forget the password.”

“I won’t, Mom. Take care. See ya later.”

Leigh started the car, unable to shake off her misgivings. She hated leaving Deana like this. But the Bayview—how come it was being trashed?

Who would do this?

Not something her usual clientele would get up to…

At the top of the driveway, she made a left and turned down into the street. Be glad when this whole thing’s over, she thought. Can anything else go wrong tonight?

Good thing I didn’t mention Mace’s scrapbook to Deana. God. She would have been so scared …

Deana snuggled into her armchair.

Thinking, Where’s Warren? Said he’d be here in fifteen minutes. It’s way past that now…

She switched channels. Psycho had been a real bad choice. She channel-hopped, and found a low-budget scifi movie. She stared at the screen. So far, all the action seemed to be happening in a spaceship, with some crazy alien crew leaping around in tight suits.

Boring…

She switched off the TV.

Everywhere was spooky quiet.

The shadows, shifting around in the semidarkness, grew scarier by the minute.

Seemed like the house had taken on a life of its own. The trees outside rustled and sighed. The moving shadows they made, crouched like animals ready to pounce.

A low rumble jolted her upright. Huhhh. Goddamn water cistern again!

She slumped down, huffing a sigh of relief.

But—what was that?

A faint click…

Her mouth went dry.

Her heart raced. Her breath came out in short, harsh bursts.

Then silence again.

It was so eerie.

Even the trees weren’t rustling.

She relaxed, switched on the TV.

Psycho was still on.

It’d reached the part where Norman Bates was talking to his dead mother in the attic.

The movie was almost finished…

What then?

Warren should be here by now…

The doorbell’s gonna ring any minute.

Maybe I should call. Something could’ve have gone wrong…

She heard movement, a faint rustle behind her.

She stiffened. Froze. Her mouth dried up again.

“Hey. Sugar. How ’bout a cuppa coffee for your uncle Mace?”

His voice was soft, warm, familiar.

She jerked around.