knew if he hit Benji I'd scream and scream. But then sometimes, when Benji would try to make him stop-. But I'm not so sure about that because I would be so dizzy. My head would ache."
"I understand," I said. Of course, he had hit Benji.
She mused, quietly, her eyes large still, and so bright without tears or puckering.
"We're alike, you and I," she whispered, looking down at me. Her hand lay close to my cheek, and she very lightly pressed the soft upper part of her forefinger against me.
"Alike?" I asked. "What in the world can you be thinking of?"
"Monsters," she said. "Children."
I smiled. But she didn't smile. She looked dreamy.
"I was so glad when you came," she said. "I knew he was dead. I knew when you stood at the end of the piano and you looked at me. I knew when you stood there listening to me. I was so happy that there was someone who could kill him."
"Do this for me," I said.
"What?" she asked. "Armand, I'll do anything."
"Go to the piano now. Play it for me. Play the Appassionata"
"But the plan," she asked in a small wondering voice. "The evil man, he's coming."
"Leave this to Benji and me. Don't turn around to look. Just play the Appassionata."
"No, please," she asked gently.
"But why not?" I said. "Why must you put yourself through such an ordeal?"
"You don't understand," she said with the widest eyes. "I want to see it!"
Chapter 22
22
BENJI HAD JUST RETURNED below. The distant sound of his voice, quite inaudible to Sybelle, instantly drove back the pain from all the surfaces of my limbs.
"That's what I mean, you see," he was talking away, "it's all underneath the dead body, and we don't wanna lift it, the dead body, and you being a cop, you know, you being Drug Enforcement, they said you would know how to take care of it..."
I started to laugh. He had really done himself proud. I looked again at Sybelle, who was staring at me with a quiet resolute expression, one of profound intelligence and reflection.
"Push this cover up over my face," I said, "and move away, far away. He's bringing us a regular prince of rogues. Hurry."
She snapped into action. I could smell the blood of this victim already, though he was still in the ascending elevator, talking to Benji in low guarded terms.
"And all this you just happen to have in this apartment, you and she, and there's nobody else in on this?"
Oh, he was a beauty. I heard the murderer in his voice.
"I told you everything," Benji said in the most natural of little voices. "You just help with this, you know, I can't have the police coming in here!" Whisper. "This is a fine hotel. How did I know this guy was going to die here! We don't use this stuff, you take the stuff, just get the body out of here. Now let me tell you-."
The elevator opened to our floor.
"-this body is pretty messed up, so don't go all slobbering on me when you see it."
"Slobbering on you," growled the victim under his breath. Their shoes made soft hastening sounds on the carpet.
Benji fumbled with his keys, pretending to be mixed up.
"Sybelle," he called out in warning. "Sybelle, open the door."
"Don't do it," I said in a low voice.
"Of course not," came her velvety answer.
The barrels of the big lock turned.
"And this guy just happens to come up here and die on you with all this stuff."
"Well, not exactly," said Benji, "but you made a bargain with me, no, I expect you to stick to it."
"Look, you little guttersnipe, I didn't make any bargain with you."
"Okay, then maybe I call the regular police then. I know you. Everybody in the bar knows you, who you are, you're always around. What are you going to do, big shot? Kill me?"
The door closed behind them. The smell of the man's blood flooded the apartment. He was besotted with brandy and had the poison cocaine in his veins as well, but none of this would make a particle of difference to my cleansing thirst. I could scarce contain myself. I felt my limbs tighten and try to flex beneath the coverlet.
"Well, isn't she the perfect princess," he said, his eyes obviously having fallen on Sybelle. Sybelle made no answer.
"Never mind her, you look there, under the covers. Sybelle, you come here by me. Come on, Sybelle."
"Under there? You're telling me the body's under there, and the cocaine