“Implement?”
“Yes, a colonial tool called a beam hewer.”
“Beam hewer?”
“One appears to be missing from the exhibit. It’s clear that the hewer was removed by someone with a key.”
“Key?”
What is this? Fucking Benny Hill? “Professor Fredrick directed me to you. Other than him, you’re the only person on campus with a key.”
Winnifred weirdly touched her amulet. “Oh, a key to the exhibit?”
No, asshole, a key to the city. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Have a seat. Make yourself comfortable.”
Lydia did, hard pressed not to frown.
“You’re a very attractive woman,” Winnifred said inexplicably. She leaned back, parting her feet. “Are you married?”
“No. But back to the exhibit keys—”
“Are you bi? I mean, if you don’t mind my asking?”
Did she just say what I think she said? Lydia reflected. The arm of the woman’s hidden hand seemed to be moving lightly.
“Please don’t be offended, but I find you very desirable. It’s not healthy to suppress our natural urges. If you’re into it—”
This is too much! I came in here asking about a fucking beam hewer, and she wants to make out with me. “I’m not into it,” Lydia said. “I only want to know who took the—” But then she saw something under the desk: a pair of frilled panties.
It was now obvious what Winnifred was doing with her hidden hand. Lydia got up to leave, incredulous.
“Don’t go yet,” Winnie moaned. “I’ll tell you in a minute…”
She placed her feet on the desk edge and brought the ringed hand to her breast. The other hand remained buried beneath her dress.
Agape now, Lydia could only stand and stare.
“I’m coming now,” Winnifred breathed. Her body tensed in the big chair, and she released a long, whining moan, flush-faced.
I have seen everything now, Lydia concluded.
Winnifred’s body went lax. She smiled lazily and put her feet back down. “That was nice,” she said.
“I’m sure it was.”
“You want to know about the hewer.”
“Lady, after what I just saw, I don’t give a flying fuck about the hewer. You ought to see a psychiatrist.”
Winnifred licked her fingers. “I took the hewer,” she said.
“What?”
“You’re very efficient. Who would think something that old could be traced? How did you do it?”
Lydia stalled. “Are you about to confess to murder?”
“Oh, no. But I did take the hewer.”
“Winnie, you idiot!” a man’s voice interrupted. “Can’t you ever control yourself? The Supremate will be furious!”
Professor Dudley Besser was standing at the far wall. But how could he have entered without Lydia seeing? It was impossible.
“Look at the trouble you’ve caused,” he went on.
“She knew about the hewer, Dudley. She traced it to me.”
Besser turned to Lydia directly. “You’ve made quite a problem for yourself, I’m afraid. Why couldn’t you leave us alone?”
Lydia decided it was time to yell. “You’re both out of your minds! What are you talking about? This is crazy!”
“I can see how it would seem so,” Besser said. “It’s too complex for you to understand… Yes, Winnifred took the hewer, but she wasn’t the one who killed Mr. Sladder.”
Lydia’s eyes widened.
“It was me,” Besser said.
Winnifred smiled. Lydia blinked. Suddenly Besser had somehow produced the very weapon Lydia sought.
“The beam hewer,” she whispered.
He held it shoulder to hip. It was huge, a five foot plus handle, and a weirdly shaped blade. The straight twelve inch cutting edge gleamed like a sliver of sun.
Lydia had no time to draw her gun. Besser heaved forward—
She jerked and fell. The descending hewer demolished the chair. Lydia half crawled, half jumped into the hall.
“Great going, you fat ass!” Winnie’s voice complained.
“Everybody calls me fat! I’m not fat!”
“You’re a blimp, Dudley. A fat, cumbersome blimp!”
Now Lydia was ready. Down on one knee, she aimed her revolver at the open door. She breathed thinly, waiting for Besser to emerge with the hewer.
Come on, you fat bastard. Come to Lydia.
She waited like that for quite some time.
Only silence now from the office. Did they plan to wait in there forever? If they would not come to her, Lydia would go to them.
She three pointed through the doorway, gun in lead. Besser and Winnifred Saltenstall were gone. So was the hewer.
Impossible.
Where could they have gone? There was no exit.
Window, she thought. They took the ledge to the next office.
She approached the window but soon lowered her gun with a slow curse on her lips. The window was secured by brass latches: locked from the inside.
««—»»
Wade drove the Vette zombie eyed to the dorm, after walking all the way back to the sciences center. If he reported the wreck to White, what would he say? Tom’s head got cut off, and his body got out of the car? That probably wouldn’t wash. White would have him committed. And calling Dad would be worse.
But he had to tell someone.
He ran down the hall to his room. He would call Lydia, tell her everything. If he couldn’t tell her, who could he tell? But when he bulled into the room, Lydia jumped up. “Where have you been, goddamn it? You weren’t at work! I’ve been waiting hours!”
“I’ve had a bad day,” he said.
“You’ve had a bad day! Shit!” An ashtray clogged with butts sat on the bed, next to three pistols and a box of bullets.
Next, inexplicably, she was hugging him as tightly as she could. “Oh, Wade, something crazy happened to me today!”
He sat her down on the bed, got himself an Adams, and said, “You tell your crazy story first. Then I’ll tell mine.”
««—»»
Wade didn’t know what to make of her frantic recital. It was crazy, but he believed her. As for his own crazy story, the only thing he could do was show her. This time he drove around the bends more carefully, on the advice of a dead friend. Lydia’s lap was full of guns. “And I can’t tell White,” she was saying. “He’d never believe two high faculty members tried to kill me with a beam hewer. He’d have me committed.”
“I came to similar conclusions,” Wade said. “But tell me more about what Besser and Winnie said.”
Lydia lit another cigarette. “Weird stuff, crazy. He used some funky word—supremate, I think.”
Wade’s innards twitched. “Tom used the same word. Supremate. It’s someone he works for, and he said Besser and Winnie work for him too, along with sisters. He said one of these sisters ate Dave Willet. Same as what Jervis said. A woman in black.”
The bend was coming up. Wade slowed through the turn. There’s the tree. He stopped on the shoulder. “This is it,” he said.
Lydia scanned the bend. “I don’t see any wrecked Camaro.”
Wade jumped out and ran up and down the road. Lydia got out more slowly, watching his antics.
“The car’s gone!” he yelled. He jabbed his finger at the tree. “It was here, I swear! Right fucking here!”
“Well, it’s not right fucking here now.”
“Somebody cleaned it up,” he declared. “Somebody came out here, cleaned up the glass, and towed the car.”