HP Lovecraft's Magazine of Horror - Weird Tales
HP Lovecraft's Magazine of Horror - Weird Tales
HP Lovecraft's Magazine of Horror - Weird Tales
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38 H .P . L O V E C R A F T ’S M A G A Z IN E O F H O R R O R<br />
night the door opened. The figure that filled the entrance<br />
couldn’t be Carlos. Feeney said he was a runt; this guy topped<br />
six-four. Carlos wore cheap suits. My visitor’s gray double<br />
breasted was the kind <strong>of</strong> expensive that doesn’t need to advertise,<br />
set <strong>of</strong>f with a quiet maroon tie and shoes like mirrors.<br />
Definitely not what you saw in Feeney’s more than once in a<br />
lifetime. Big, but he moved like a welterweight. Heads turned<br />
as he glided past the bar straight to my booth and skewered me<br />
with that commanding voice I’d heard at Clarke’s.<br />
“Daniel Morris.” Statement, not a question. Without<br />
thinking I stood up in respect.<br />
“We can sit.” He melted down into the booth gracefully as<br />
a woman half his size. From the face I couldn’t tell what he<br />
was—Irish, Italian, German, Jewish, you name it. He looked<br />
like the whole history <strong>of</strong> Man, sitting there still as a stone, manicured<br />
hands resting on the table, deep-set black eyes looking<br />
clean through me. After a minute I noticed that he never<br />
blinked. Just fixed me with those two cold marbles like<br />
Judgment Day.<br />
I cleared my throat. “Uh, can I ask—?”<br />
“Ender,” he finished my thought. “From the Front<br />
Office.”<br />
I ducked away from that unsettling stare. “I don’t want to<br />
sound stupid but are you—?”<br />
“An angel? Not that nor any opposite.” Ender allowed me<br />
a millimeter <strong>of</strong> smile. “They always ask. The prejudice <strong>of</strong><br />
parochial thinking notwithstanding, there’s nothing adversarial<br />
about us. High to low, we’re all one system. The only evil spirits<br />
we get are from here. Your kind has a capacity for guilt equal<br />
to its penchant for destruction. My department is Sanitation.<br />
We remove toxic waste.”<br />
Sanitation. Feeney said that about Charley. “Toxic?”<br />
“The unlamented Lenihan.”<br />
“So it was you I heard.”<br />
“And Timmy,” Ender admitted. “The link between you<br />
two AT&T would kill for.” Like a statue he sat there. I could<br />
feel the power coming <strong>of</strong>f him in waves while his broad chest<br />
never rose or fell. Ender didn’t breathe. “So Timmy wants out.<br />
They all do and never will leave, just as they never knew how<br />
to live..”<br />
“Where’s Timmy?”<br />
“Ifrinn—is that the word?”<br />
“Hell.” I knew that much. “The Irish word for hell.”<br />
“Some <strong>of</strong> your neighbors call it that.” Ender moved a little,<br />
a kind <strong>of</strong> shrug. “Tedious place, boring, but no more pain<br />
than people bring with them. Your brother deserves it.”<br />
“The hell he does! I don’t care who you are, don’t knock<br />
Timmy to me.”<br />
His black eyes widened with a glimmer <strong>of</strong> interest and<br />
maybe a little more respect. “And you want to get him out.”<br />
“I will get him out.”<br />
“To what, Mister Morris?”<br />
“Out <strong>of</strong> there. What’ll it take?”<br />
Another millimeter. What Ender called a smile would give<br />
frostbite to an Eskimo. “From you? Perhaps more than you are<br />
willing to part with.”<br />
I looked down into my Bushmill’s. “No way. I should’ve—”<br />
“Taken better care <strong>of</strong> him?”<br />
“All right, yeah.” Really bugged me the way he read my<br />
thoughts, but one thing I’ve known since grade school. Big<br />
time or small, there’s a price on everything. I already did<br />
Lenihan. What else could be so bad? “If I get Timmy out,<br />
what’s the deal?”<br />
The statue <strong>of</strong> Ender moved slightly. “The Front Office has<br />
already framed your agreement.”<br />
“Front—that’s hell?”<br />
“No.” Ender allowed himself to look annoyed. “I said it’s<br />
all one system with different departments, different agreements.<br />
Yours is non-negotiable.”<br />
“Okay, what?”<br />
“Timmy moves on. You take his place.”<br />
Before I could even begin to feel scared, Ender went on.<br />
“You have unique qualities, Daniel. Timmy was sunlit, you’re<br />
the dark. Do you have the heart to move him on?”<br />
“And stay myself?”<br />
“Removing Lenihan was your choice. Where we put you<br />
is ours.”<br />
True, I was past no return. I’d been scared all my life but<br />
nothing like that moment, Ender looking straight through me<br />
and maybe knowing my refusal already. I swallowed the rest <strong>of</strong><br />
my drink, needing to stall. “Just tell me one thing straight. Is<br />
Charley down there now?”<br />
“Where else? He was born for it. Choose, Daniel. Yay or<br />
nay.”<br />
At least I’d sent Lenihan to the right place. For the rest,<br />
man, I had to think hard on that. “I don’t know.”<br />
“Yes you do.”<br />
“Gimme time to think. One day.”<br />
“Only one day?” Ender glided to his feet smoothly. “My<br />
compliments, sir. Better and braver men than you have hesitated<br />
months, years, and then turned us down. The same time<br />
here tomorrow night.” Ender took out an expensive kidskin<br />
wallet and laid a twenty by my glass. “Tonight is on us.”<br />
He looked around at the curious regulars who’d been eyeing<br />
him. I heard a bored weariness when he spoke. “That’s<br />
what we deal with, Daniel. Dangerous losers. You’ll do splendidly.”<br />
Yes or no. Maybe I knew my answer already; that didn’t<br />
stop the No from screaming at me. All right, Timmy was weak<br />
but people loved him. I never had the knack to be loved, never<br />
could trust enough, never married or stuck with any woman,<br />
not even a decent job ever. Okay, I never ratted on anyone and<br />
always looked out for Timmy until that became my life. How<br />
far would that go toward parole? I remembered Father Joe’s<br />
lectures on sin and atonement. As for Revelation, I suspect<br />
John was snorting something heavy when he wrote that.<br />
Take their lousy deal and I was dead as Timmy. Then<br />
again, could I go on living with him stuck in that place? The<br />
whole ‘hood mourned him. I wouldn’t even leave a cat for<br />
someone to adopt. Monique? Forget it. Her parting words said<br />
it all—<br />
“You’re a bum like your brother. Get out <strong>of</strong> my life.”<br />
So what’s so good here I should hang onto?<br />
The next night I walked into Feeney’s before twelve and