MacDonald, John D – Travis McGee 18 – The Green Ripper

“Coincidence,” I told Meyer. “Maybe there was somebody thinning about hustling her on her way, but they didn’t have to. She got sick. And antibiotics wouldn’t touch it. And she died.”

“Maybe,” he said. “Maybe it was that way.”

My phone aboard the Flush rang at eight fifteen the next morning, and when I answered it I heard the click of someone hanging up. Fifteen minutes later it rang again, and when I answered it, a voice said, ‘remember this number, McGee. Seven-ninetwo, oh-seven-oh-one. Go to a pay phone as soon as you can and call this number. Seven-nine-two, ohseven-oh-one.”

He hung up. The voice was soft. There was no regional accent. I wrote the number down and finished my coffee while I thought about it. Then I locked up and walked to a pay phone.

The same voice answered. “This is McGee,” I said.

“What was your mother’s maiden name?”

‘l~evlin. Mary Catherine Devlin.”

“Drive to Pier Sixty-six and park in the marina lot. Walk to the hotel and go in one of the lowerlevel entrances that face toward the marina, the one nearest the water. Turn right and walk slowly down the corridor toward the main part of the hotel.”

“Why?”

After a pause he said, “Because you want to know why somebody died.”

‘who the hell are you?”

The Green Ripper

“Can you remember what I told you to do?”

“Of course.”

He hung up. I went to Meyer’s stubby little cabin cruiser, the John Maynard Keynes, and roused him. He came out, blinking into the sunlight, carrying his coffee onto the fantail, looking grainy and whiskery. I repeated the two conversations as accurately as I could.

Mother’s maiden name. Standard security procedure. Not generally available.”

‘A know that. Somebody wants to tell me why Gretel died.”

“You’re going, of course.”

“That’s why I came over to tell you. So you’ll be able to give somebody a lead if I don’t show up back here. If somebody wants to take me out, forget the hotel. It will be the marina parking lot. Drop me there at long range, and untie the lines and take off.”

‘Y’ll come along.”

“If you wouldn’t mind. He didn’t say to come alone. You could wait in the truck. Armed.”

‘Tut not very dangerous.”

‘~What we will have are those stupid walkie-talkies, the little ones you bought as a gag. With fresh batteries. The mysterious strangers are probably in one of those rooms. I am assuming more than one. I can keep my unit in my pocket. Without my aerial up you should be able to read a signal from me based on Off-On. We can test them here.”

With fresh batteries we found out that he would receive a definite alteration in the buying sound when my unit was turned on, even at a hundred yards. I could give him numbers. Short bursts for numbers from 1 to 9. A steady blast for a zero. Room 302 would be dit-dit-dit duaaa~ nitwit.

“In a building with a steel frame?” he asked.

“Listen harder. They’ll take it away from me pretty quick, I imagine. I’ll give you the room num- ber soon as I can.”

There are a lot of trees in that parking lot, and it has a considerable depth. I circled around the back of it, walking swiftly through the open areas. Then I circled back to an arched entrance, went in; turned right, walked slowly. The rooms were on my nght. So they could have watched me through a window.

I kept my hand in my pocket, finger on the switch. A door opened behind me and I spun around. Room 121. Very easy. A sallow young man, tall, with a lot of nose and a lot of neck, mo- tioned to me to come in. He wore pale-blue trunks, and he had a bath towel around his neck. His hair was still wet from his morning swim.

The familiar voice was right behind me, and I had neither heard him nor sensed him. “Hand out of the pocket. That’s nice. Move right on in. Fine. You’re doing fine.”

With the voice still behind me and the room door

The Green Ripper closed, the swimmer patted me down and took the little gadget out of my pocket. He read the label on it aloud. “Junior Space Cadet.” He grinned and tossed it onto one of the double beds. “Clean,” he said.

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