The living-room furnishings alone had cost more than the entire modest house. Clearly, Ned Rink had been making a good living as a hired murderer. And he knew just where to put his money. If he had bought a big house in the best neighborhood, the IRS might eventually have noticed and asked how he could afford it, but here he could appear to be in modest circumstances while living in splendor.
Dan tried to picture Rink in this room. The man had been squat and decidedly ugly. Rink’s desire to surround himself with beautiful things was understandable, but sitting here, he would have looked like a roach on a birthday cake.
Dan noticed there were no mirrors in the living room, remembered there had been none in the foyer, and suspected there would be none anywhere in the house except, of necessity, in the bathroom. He almost felt sorry for Rink, the lover of beauty who couldn’t stand to look at himself.
Fascinated, he went back down the hall to have a look at the rest of the place, heading first for the room where Wexlersh and Manuello had left a light burning. As he stepped through the door, it suddenly occurred to him that maybe the light couldn’t be blamed on Wexlersh and Manuello, that maybe someone else was in the house right now, that maybe someone was there illegally in spite of the fact that George Padrakis was watching the front entrance, and at the same time he glimpsed movement out of the corner of his eye as he went through the doorway, but it was too late. He turned and saw the butt of a pistol swinging at him. Because he turned into the blow, he took it square on the forehead instead of alongside his skull.
He went down.
Hard.
The overhead light went out.
He felt as if his skull had been half crushed, but he wasn’t unconscious.
Hearing movement, he realized his assailant was stepping past him toward the door. There was light in the hall, but Dan’s vision was blurred, and all he could see was a shapeless form silhouetted by the glow. That silhouette seemed to be gliding up and down and going around in circles at the same time, like a figure on a carousel, and Dan knew his grip on consciousness was tenuous.
Nevertheless, he heaved forward on the floor, gasping as the pain in his head lanced all the way down into his shoulders and back, and he grabbed tenaciously at the fleeing phantom. He caught a fistful of material, a leg of the man’s trousers, and jerked as hard as he could.
The stranger staggered, collided with the door frame, and said, ‘Shit!’
Dan held on.
Cursing, the intruder kicked him in the shoulder.
Then again.
Dan had both hands on the guy’s leg now and was trying to pull him down on the floor, where they would be more evenly matched, but the guy was holding on to the door frame and trying to shake him loose. He felt as though he were a dog attacking a mailman.
The intruder kicked him again, in the right arm this time, and his right hand went numb. He lost half his grip on the perp’s leg. His vision blurred further, and the light seemed to dim. His eyes stung. He gritted his teeth as if to bite into consciousness and hold on to it with his jaws.
The stranger, still a black shape against the vague hall light, bent toward him and clubbed him again with the butt of the gun. On the shoulder this time. Then in the middle of his back. Then in the shoulder again.
Blinking, fighting to clear his burning eyes, Dan let go of the guy’s leg but whipped his good left hand up and tried to grab the bastard’s throat or face. He got hold of an ear and tore at it.
The stranger squealed.
Dan’s hand slipped off the blood-slick ear, but he hooked his fingers in the perp’s shirt collar.
The intruder hammered Dan’s arm, trying to make him let go.
Dan held fast.
Some of the numbness seeped out of his right arm, and he was able to push himself up with that hand while he pulled himself up with the hand that was hooked in his adversary’s shirt. Onto his knees. Then one foot on the floor. Thrusting up, shoving the guy backward. Into the hall. They staggered two or three steps, turning as they moved, like a pair of clumsy dancers. They crashed to the floor, both of them this time.