The Naked Face (16 page)

She walked into the library wearing a yellow skirt and blouse, her hair back loosely over her shoulders. Her face was drawn and pale, but there was an air of quiet composure about her. Judd was in the room, alone. “Hello, Dr. Stevens. Anthony told me that you were here.' Judd had the sensation that they were acting out a charade for the benefit of an unseen, deadly audience. He intuitively knew that Anne was aware of the situation and was placing herself in his hands, waiting to follow whatever lead he offered. And there was nothing he could do except try to keep her alive a little longer. If Anne refused to go to Europe, DeMarco would certainly have her lulled here. He hesitated, choosing his words carefully. Each word could be as dangerous as the bomb planted in his car. 'Mrs. DeMarco, your husband is upset because you changed your mind about going to Europe with him' Anne waited, listening, weighing. 'I'm sorry,' she said. 'So am I. I think you should go,' Judd said, raising his voice. Anne was studying his face, reading his eyes. 'What if I refuse? What if I just walk out?' Judd was filled with sudden alarm. 'You mustn't do that.' She would never leave this house alive. 'Mrs. DeMarco,' he said deliberately, 'your husband is under the mistaken impression that you're in love with me.' She opened her lips to speak and he quickly went on, 'I explained to him that that's a normal part of analysis - an emotional transference that all patients go through.' She picked up his lead. 'I know. I'm afraid it was foolish of me to go to you in the first place. I should have tried to solve my problem myself.' Her eyes told him how much she meant it, how much she regretted the danger she had placed him in. 'I've been thinking it over. Perhaps a holiday in Europe would be good for me.' He breathed a quick sigh of relief. She had understood. But there was no way he could warn her of the real danger. Or did she know? And even if she knew, was there anything she could do about it? He looked past Anne towards the library window framing the tall trees that bordered the woods. She had told him that she took long walks in them. It was possible she might be familiar with a way out. If they could get to the woods... He lowered his voice, urgently. 'Anne�' 'Finished your little chat?' Judd spun around. DeMarco had quietly walked into the room. Behind him came Angeli and the Vaccaro brothers. Anne turned to her husband. 'Yes,' she said, 'Dr. Stevens thinks I should go to Europe with you. I'm going to take his advice.' DeMarco smiled and looked at Judd. 'I knew I could count on you, Doctor.'� He was radiating charm, beaming with the expansive satisfaction of a man who has achieved total victory. It was as though the incredible energy that flowed through DeMarco could be converted at will, switched from a dark evil to an overpowering, attractive warmth. No wonder Anne had been taken in by him. Even Judd found it hard to believe at this instant that this gracious, friendly Adonis was a cold-blooded, psychopathic murderer. DeMarco turned to Anne. 'We'll be leaving early in the morning, darling. Why don't you go upstairs and start packing?' Anne hesitated She did not want to leave Judd alone with these men. 'I...” She looked at Judd helplessly. He nodded imperceptibly. 'All right.' Anne held out her hand. 'Goodbye, Dr. Stevens.' Judd took her hand. 'Goodbye.' And this time it was goodbye. There was no way out Judd watched as she turned, nodded at the others, and walked out o� the room. DeMarco looked after her. 'Isn't she beautiful?'� There was a strange expression on his face. Love, possessiveness � and something else. Regret? For what he was about to do to Anne? 'She doesn't know anything about all this,' Judd said. 'Why don't you keep her out of it? Let her go away.' He watched the switch turn in DeMarco, and it was almost physical. The charm vanished, and hate began to fill the room, a current flowing from DeMarco to Judd, not touching anyone else. There was an ecstatic, almost orgiastic expression on DeMarco's face. “Let's go, Doctor.' Judd looked around the room, measuring his chances of escape. Surely DeMarco would prefer not to kill him in his home. It had to be now or never. The Vaccaro brothers were watching him hungrily, hoping he would make a move. Angeli was standing near the window, his hand near his gun holster. 'I wouldn't try it,' DeMarco said softly. 'You're a dead man -- but we're going to do it my way,” He gave Judd a push towards the door. The others closed in on him, and they headed towards the entrance hall.

When Anne reached the upstairs hallway, she waited near the landing, watching the hall below. She drew back out of sight as she saw Judd and the others move towards the front door. She hurried into her bedroom and looked out the window. The men were pushing Judd into Angeli's car. Quickly Anne reached for the telephone and dialled operator. It seemed an eternity before there was an answer. 'Operator, I want the police! Hurry - it's an emergency!' And a man's hand reached in front of her and pressed down the receiver. Anne gave a little scream and whirled around. Nick Vaccaro was standing over her, grinning.

Chapter Twenty-three

Angeli switched on the headlights. It was four o'clock in the afternoon, but the sun was buried somewhere behind the mass of cumulus clouds that scudded overhead, pushed by the icy winds. They had been driving for over an hour. Angeli was at the wheel. Rocky Vaccaro was seated next to him. Judd was in the back seat with Anthony DeMarco. In the beginning Judd had kept an eye out for a passing police car, hoping that he might somehow make a desperate bid to attract attention, but Angeli was driving through little-used side roads where there was almost no traffic. They skirted the edges of Morristown, picked up Route 206 and headed south towards the sparsely populated, bleak plains of central New Jersey. The grey sky opened up and it began to pour: a cold, icy sleet that beat against the windscreen like tiny drums gone mad. 'Slow down,' DeMarco commanded. 'We don't want to have an accident.' Angeli obediently lightened his foot on the accelerator. DeMarco turned to Judd. 'That's where most people make their mistake. They don't plan things out like me.' Judd looked at DeMarco, studying him clinically. The man was suffering from megalomania, beyond the reach of reason or logic. There was no way to appeal to him. There was some moral sense missing in him that allowed him to kill without compunction. Judd knew most of the answers now. DeMarco had committed the murders with his own hand out of a sense of honour - a Sicilian's revenge, to erase the stain that he thought his wife had placed on him and his Cosa Nostra family. He had killed John Hanson by mistake. When Angeli had reported back to him and told him what had happened, DeMarco had gone back to the office and found Carol. Poor Carol. She could not give him the tapes of Mrs. DeMarco because she did not know Anne by that name. If DeMarco had kept his temper, he could have helped Carol figure out whom he was talking about; but it was part of his sickness that he had no tolerance for frustration and he had gone into an insane rage, and Carol had died. Horribly. It was DeMarco who had run Judd down, and later had come to kill him at his office with Angeli. Judd had been puzzled by the fact that they had not broken in and shot him. But he realized now that since McGreavy was sure Judd was guilty, they had decided to make his death look like a suicide, committed in remorse. That would stop any further police investigation. And Moody . . . poor Moody. When Judd had told him the names of the detectives on the case, he had thought he was reacting to McGreavy - when it was really Angeli Moody had learned that Angeli was involved with the Cosa Nostra, and when he followed up on it... He looked over at DeMarco. 'What's going to happen to Anne?' 'Don't worry. I'll take care of her,' DeMarco said. Angeli smiled. 'Yeah.' Judd felt a helpless rage sweep over him. 'I was wrong to marry someone outside the family,' brooded DeMarco. 'Outsiders can never understand it like it is. Never.' They were travelling in an almost barren section of fiat-lands. An occasional factory dotted the sleet-blurred skyline in the distance. "We're almost there,' Angeli announced. 'You've done a good job,' DeMarco said. 'We're going to hide you away somewhere until the heat cools down. Where would you like to go?' 'I like Florida.' DeMarco nodded approvingly. 'No problem. You'll stay with one of the family.' 'I know some great broads down there.' Angeli smiled. DeMarco smiled back at him in the mirror. 'You'll come back with a tanned ass.' 'I hope that's all I come back with.' Rocky Vaccaro laughed. In the distance, on the right, Judd saw the sprawled buildings of a factory spuming smoke into the air. They reached a small side road leading to the factory. Angeli turned into it and drove until they came to a high wall. The gate was closed. Angeli leaned on the horn and a man in a raincoat and rain hat appeared behind the gate. When he saw DeMarco, he nodded, unlocked the gate, and swung it open. Angeli drove the car inside, and the gate closed behind them. They had arrived.

At the Nineteenth Precinct, Lieutenant McGreavy was in his office, going over a list of names with three detectives, Captain Bertelli, and the two FBI men. This is a list of the Cosa Nostra families in the East. All the Sub-Capos and Capo Regimes. Our problem is, we don't know which one Angeli is hooked up with.' 'How long would it take to get a rundown on them?' asked Bertelli. One of the FBI men spoke. There are over sixty names here. It would take at least twenty-four hours, but...“ He stopped. McGreavy finished the sentence for him. 'But Dr. Stevens won't be alive twenty-four hours from now.' A young uniformed policeman hurried up to the open door. He hesitated as he saw the group of men. 'What is it?' McGreavy asked. 'New Jersey didn't know if it's important, Lieutenant, but you asked them to report anything unusual. An operator got a call from an adult female asking for Police Headquarters. She said it was an emergency, and then the line went dead. The operator waited, but there was no call back.' 'Where did the call come from?' 'A town called Old Tappan.' 'Did she get the number?' 'No. The caller hung up too quickly.' 'Great.' McGreavy said bitterly. 'Forget it,' Bertelli said. 'It was probably some old lady reporting a lost cat.' McGreavy's phone rang, a long, insistent peal. He picked up the phone, 'Lieutenant McGreavy.' The others in the room watched his face draw tight with tension. 'Right! Tell them not to make a move until I get there. I'm on my way!' He slammed the receiver down. 'The Highway Patrol just spotted Angeli's car going south on Route 206, just outside Millstone.' 'Are they tailing it?' It was one of the FBI men. The patrol car was going in the opposite direction. By the time they got turned around, it had disappeared. I know that area. There's nothing out there but a few factories.' He turned to one of the FBI men. 'Can you get me a fast rundown on the names of the factories there and who owns them?* 'Will do.' The FBI man reached for the phone. 'I'm heading out there,' McGreavy said. 'Call me when you get it.' He turned to the men. ”Let's move!' He started out the door, the three detectives and the second FBI man on his heels.

Angeli drove past the watchman's shack near the gate and continued towards a group of odd-looking structures that reached into the sky. There were high brick chimneys and giant flumes, their curved shapes rearing up out of the grey drizzle like prehistoric monsters in an ancient, timeless landscape. The car rolled up to a complex of large pipes and conveyor belts and braked to a stop. Angeli and Vaccaro got out of the car and Vaccaro opened the rear door on Judd's side. He had a gun in his hand. 'Out, Doctor.' Slowly, Judd got out of the car, followed by DeMarco. A tremendous din and wind hurded at them, in front of them, about twenty-five feet away, was an enormous pipeline filled with roaring, compressed air, sucking in everything that came near its open, greedy lip. This is one of the biggest pipelines in the country,' DeMarco boasted, raising his voice to make himself heard. 'Do you want to see how it works?' Judd looked at him incredulously. DeMarco was acting the part of the perfect host again, entertaining a guest. No � not acting. He meant it. That was what was terrifying. DeMarco was about to murder Judd, and it would be a routine business transaction, something that had to be taken care of, like disposing of a piece of useless equipment, but he wanted to impress him first 'Come on, Doctor. It's interesting.' They moved towards the pipeline, Angeli leading the way, DeMarco at Judd's side and Rocky Vaccaro bringing up the rear. 'This plant grosses over five million dollars a year,' De Marco said proudly. The whole operation is automatic' As they got closer to the pipeline, the roar increased, the noise became almost intolerable. A hundred yards from the entrance to the vacuum chamber, a large conveyor belt carried giant logs to a planing machine twenty feet long and five feet high, with half a dozen razor-sharp cutter heads. The planed logs were then carried upwards to a hog, a fierce porcupine-looking rotor bristling with knives. The air was filled with flying sawdust mixed with rain, being sucked into the pipeline. 'It doesn't matter how big the logs are,' DeMarco said proudly. The machines cut them down to fit that thirty-six-inch pipe.' DeMarco took a snub-nosed .38 Colt out of bis pocket and called out, 'Angeli.' Angeli turned. “Have a good trip to Florida.' DeMarco squeezed the trigger, and a red hole exploded in Angeli's shirt front. Angeli stared at DeMarco with a puzzled half-smile on his face, as though waiting for the answer to a riddle he had just heard. DeMarco pulled the trigger again. Angeli crumpled to the ground. DeMarco nodded to Rocky Vaccaro, and the big man picked up Angeli's body, slung it over his shoulder, and moved towards the pipeline. DeMarco turned to Judd. 'Angeli was stupid. Every cop in the country's looking for him. If they found him, he'd lead them to me.' The cold-blooded murder of Angeli was shock enough, but what followed was even worse. Judd watched, horrified, as Vaccaro carried Angeli's body towards the lip of the giant pipeline. The tremendous pressure caught at Angeli's body, greedily sucking it in. Vaccaro had to grab a large metal handle on the lip of the pipe to keep himself from being pulled in by the deadly cyclone of air. Judd had one last glimpse of Angeli's body whirling into the pipe through the vortex of sawdust and logs, and it was gone. Vaccaro reached for the valve next to the lip of the pipe and turned it. A cover slid over the mouth of the pipe, shutting off the cyclone of air. Then the sudden silence was deafening. DeMarco turned to Judd and raised his gun. There was an exalted, mystic expression on his face, and Judd realized that murder was almost a religious experience for him. It was a crucible that purified. Judd knew that his moment of death had come. He felt no fear for himself, but he was consumed by rage that this man would be allowed to live, to murder Anne, to destroy other innocent, decent people. He heard a growling, a moan of rage and frustration, and realized it was coming from his own lips. He was like a trapped animal obsessed with the desire to kill his captor. DeMarco was smiling at him, reading his thoughts. 'I'm going to give it to you in the gut, Doctor. It'll take a little longer, but you'll have more time to worry about what's going to happen to Annie.' There was one hope. One slim hope. 'Someone should worry about her,' Judd said. 'She's never had a man.' DeMarco stared at him blankly. Judd was yelling now, fighting to make DeMarco listen. 'Do you know what your cock is? That gun in your hand. Without a gun or a knife, you're a woman.' He saw DeMarco's face fill with slow rage. 'You have no balls, DeMarco. Without that gun, you're a joke.' A red film was filling DeMarco's eyes, like a warning flag of death. Vaccaro took a step forward. DeMarco waved him back. 'I'll kill you with these bare hands,' DeMarco said as he threw the gun to the ground. 'With these bare hands!' Slowly, like a powerful animal, he started towards Judd. Judd backed away, out of reach. He knew he stood no chance against DeMarco physically. His only hope was to work on DeMarco's sick mind, making it unable to function. He had to keep striking at DeMarco's most vulnerable area - his pride in his manhood. ”You're a homosexual, De Marco!' DeMarco laughed and lunged at him. Judd moved out of reach. Vaccaro picked up the gun from the ground. 'Chief! Let me finish him!' 'Keep out of this!' DeMarco roared. The two men circled, feinting for position. Judd's foot slipped on a pile of soggy sawdust, and DeMarco rushed at him like a charging bull. His huge fist hit Judd on the side of the mouth, knocking him back. Judd recovered and lashed out at DeMarco, hitting him in the face. DeMarco rocked back, then lunged forward and drove his fists into Judd's stomach. Three smashing blows that knocked the breath out of Judd. He tried to speak to taunt DeMarco, but he was gasping for air. DeMarco was hovering over him like a savage bird of prey. 'Getting winded, Doctor?' he laughed. 'I was a boxer. I'm going to give you lessons. I'm going to work on your kidneys and then your head and your eyes. I'm gonna put your eyes out, Doctor. Before I'm through with you, you're going to beg me to shoot you.' Judd believed him. In the eerie light that spilled from the clouded sky, DeMarco looked like an enraged animal. He rushed at Judd again and caught him with his fist, splitting his cheek open with a heavy cameo ring. Judd lashed out at DeMarco, pounding at his face with both fists. DeMarco did not even flinch. DeMarco began hitting Judd's kidneys, his hands working like pistons. Judd pulled away, his body a sea of pain. 'You're not getting tired, are you, Doctor?' He started to close in again. Judd knew that his body could not take much more punishment He had to keep talking. It was his only chance. 'DeMarco...' He gasped. DeMarco feinted and Judd swung at him. DeMarco ducked, laughed, and slammed his fist squarely between Judd's legs. Judd doubled over, filled with an unbelievable agony, and fell to the ground. DeMarco was on top of him, his hands at his throat. 'My bare hands,' DeMarco screamed, 'I'm going to tear your eyes out with my bare hands.' He dug his huge fists into Judd's eyes.