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The prison had a rudimentary gym, of which he’d taken full advantage. It wasn’t just to build up his body. When he was pumping weights or running or working his gut, it allowed him to forget for a precious hour or two that he was squirreled away in a cage with felonious men. The prison also held a book depository teeming with tattered, coverless books that sported missing pages at inopportune times.
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But they were precious to him nonetheless. His favorites had been Westerns where the man got the gal. And detective novels, where the man got the gal and also caught the bad guy. Which he supposed was a funny sort of way for a prisoner to be entertained. Yet he liked the puzzle component of the mystery novels. He tried to solve them before he got to the end.
And found that as time went on, he had happened upon the correct solution more often than not. The jail grub he had pretty much done without. What wasn’t spoiled or wormy held no discernible taste to persuade him to ingest it. He’d gotten by on a variety of fruits picked from a nearby orchard, vegetables harvested from the small garden inside the prison walls.
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And the occasional piece of fried chicken or soft bread and clots of warm apple fritters that arrived at the prison in mysterious ways. Some said they were dropped off by compassionate ladies either looking to do good, or else hoping for a husband in three to five years. The rest of his time was spent either busting big rocks into smaller ones using sledgehammers, collecting trash along the side of the roads.
Only to see it back the next day, or else digging ditches to nowhere fast because a man with a double-barreled shotgun, sunglasses, a wide-brimmed hat, and a stone-cold stare told him that was all he was good for. If the main street was for checker playing and marble musical babies, this was where the adults got their jollies.
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And Archer had always been a fan of the underdog with weaknesses of the flesh, considering how often he fell on that side of the ledger. The marquee was neon blue and green with a smattering of sputtering red. He hadn’t seen the likes of such since New York City, where it had been ubiquitous. Yet he hadn’t expected a smidge of it in Poca City. THE CAT’S MEOW.
That’s what the neon spelled out along with the outline of a feline in full, luxurious stretch that seemed erotic in nature. To Archer, Poca City was getting more interesting by the minute. He pushed open the red door and walked in. The first thing he noted was the floor. Planked and nailed and slimed with the slop of what they’d been serving here since the place opened, he reckoned.
His one shoe stuck a bit, and then so did the other. Archer compensated by picking up the force of his steps. The next thing of note was the crowd, or the size of it anyway. He didn’t know the population of the town, but if it had any more people than were in here, it might qualify as a metropolis. The bar nearly ran the length of one wall. One Good Deed PDF Book
And like on the bows of old ships, sculpted into the corner support posts of the bar were the heads and exposed bosoms of women – he supposed loose ones. And every stool had a butt firmly planted on it. Against one wall fiddle and guitar players plucked and strummed, while one gal was singing for all she was worth. She had red curly hair, a pink, freckled face, and slim hips with stiff dungarees on over them.
Her notes seemed to hit the ceiling so hard they ricocheted off with the force of combat shrapnel. Behind the bar was a wall of shelves holding every type of bottled liquor Archer had ever seen and then some, by a considerable margin. He reckoned a man could live his whole life here and never grow thirsty, so long as the coin of the realm kept up.
Indeed, happening on this place after being behind bars this morning and enduring a long, dusty bus ride and encountering less than friendly citizens hereabouts, Archer considered he might be in a dream. With three years of probation to endure, he felt like a large fish with a hook in its mouth. He could be yanked back at any moment, and that lent force to a man’s whims. One Good Deed PDF Book
Thus, he decided to take full advantage while he could. Sidling up to the bar, he wedged in between what seemed a colossus of a farmer with a rowdy beard and hands the width of Archer’s head, and a short, thick, late-fifties-something, slick-haired banker type in a creamy white three-piece suit far nicer than Archer’s.
He also had a knotted blue-and-white-striped tie, with reptile leather two-tone shoes on his feet, a fully realized smirk in his eye, and a woman less than half his age on his arm. Resting on the bar in front of the man was a flat-crowned Panama hat with a yellow band of silk. Archer got a cup of coffee and a fried egg and toast at a hole-inthe-wall a block down from the hotel.
And read a discarded newspaper while doing so. The Soviet Union had recently detonated its first nuclear weapon. While Archer had been in prison, something called NATO had been established. The newspaper Archer had been reading at the time said the creation of NATO would make sure there were no more wars. They must have forgotten to tell old Joe Stalin that, thought Archer. One Good Deed PDF Book
He met the truck and driver behind the hotel. The man told him his name was Sid Duckett. Around sixty years old, he was about three inches taller than Archer and outweighed him by maybe fifty pounds. He looked like he could lift the truck he’d be driving, but then told Archer he’d thrown out his back and welcomed the help in exchange for a ride out.
He had on faded jeans that showed off his wide hips and bow legs, a cotton shirt tucked in, a wide leather belt with a buckle the size of a paperweight, dusty boots, and a greasy snap-brim hat with a fake bird feather sticking from the band. “Well, get to it then while I check my paperwork,” said Duckett. “What are we hauling?”
He pointed to a large stack of wooden crates piled next to the hotel’s tradesmen entrance. “What, all that?” “All that, buddy, if you want the ride.” Archer took off his hat and coat, and rolled up his sleeves. A half hour later, after much grunting and heaving, and words of unhelpful advice from Duckett, the truck was loaded. Archer rolled down his sleeves and picked up his jacket and hat. One Good Deed PDF Book Download
“Let’s go,” hollered Duckett from the front seat. “Time’s a-wasting, fella.” Archer climbed in next to him and they set off. “Guess you folks don’t use much talcum powder around here,” noted Archer. AFTER JACKIE DROPPED HIM OFF, Archer walked down the hall of the Derby Hotel.
As he passed by Number 615, a man in his forties stepped out dressed in a wrinkled dark blue three-piece pinstriped suit, worn black leather shoes, and a solid red tie that could have done with some laundering. He was about five-ten and 160 pounds, and looked lean and wiry and tough, with a face that reminded.
Archer of a boxer he had once seen in the ring during an impromptu match he’d attended during the war when they’d had a brief respite from fighting. A jutting chin of granite, a nose knocked off center, two hardened lumps for cheeks, and flattened, cauliflower ears. His hair was thick, unkempt, and graying. Over his mouth was a ribbon of dark mustache. One Good Deed PDF Book Download
He wore a black homburg with a gray band. Most remarkably for Archer, his eyes were twin darts of crystallized coal, or close to it. They were the calmest pair of eyes Archer had ever seen. Those eyes now looked at Archer with interest. “You staying here on this floor, son?” the man said. “Who’s asking?” The man opened his coat, revealing a silver pointy badge on his vest.
“State police. Detective Lieutenant Irving Shaw is asking, Mr. . ..?” “Archer. You’re a homicide dick, then?” Shaw ignored this and said, “So you’re Archer? You were at Miss Jackie Tuttle’s residence this morning, correct? Shaw put away his notebook and pencil and gave him a bemused look.
“You know your way around a gun and a knife, and you were sleeping with the dead man’s whatever on the night that he died. And by your own admission you were drinking. And all night you were maybe fifty feet from where he was killed. And you have no alibi for the time he probably died.” He paused. “So not only am I not done with you, Archer, I’m just starting.” One Good Deed PDF Book Download
He closed the door to 615 and made a show of locking it. That was the first time Archer noted the white dust coating the doorknob. Shaw tipped his hat at Archer and added, “Do not try to leave Poca City, Mr. Archer. That would not be smart. It would make me very unhappy. And you even unhappier than me.” He walked off leaving Archer feeling like he’d just been rolled over twice by a Panzer.
He bent down and looked at the doorknob and the white dust coating it. He reached out to touch it but thought better of that notion and retreated down the hall. Archer went back to his room, picked up the flask, and drained the contents. He wiped his mouth dry, went over to the one window, and looked out at Poca City. He watched as Shaw walked out of the hotel and then stopped.
The blood slowly drained from Archer’s face as he saw the man Shaw was talking to. It was the front desk clerk Archer had queried about seeing Jackie. The man was gesticulating in the direction of the hotel, while Shaw pulled out his pencil and notebook and wrote it all down. Archer thought he could see the lawman’s triumphant look from up here. One Good Deed PDF Book Free
THAT NIGHT ARCHER WAS SITTING ALONE at a table in the Checkered Past restaurant looking over his menu. The place was packed, and he had grabbed the last available table. He glanced up from his menu when she walked in. Ernestine Crabtree had reverted to her office look, meaning an exceedingly modest dress in a drab range of charcoal with a coat sporting big flap pockets that widened her hips.
Her hair was once more wound in a fiercely tight bun, the shell specs fronted her face, and she had on not a stitch of powder or lipstick. Her tall heels had shrunk by several inches, and her nylons were thick and scratchy looking. She was holding a wide-brimmed cartwheel hat the color of a robin’s egg, which served to brighten her appearance a bit.
Still, Archer had to almost look twice to make sure it was the same woman. As there were no empty tables, she looked ready to leave when Archer raised his hand. “Miss Crabtree,” he called out. The woman glanced sharply in his direction and stiffened when she laid eyes on Archer. Her gaze darted to the door, but he moved to checkmate her by crying out, “Got a seat for you right here.” One Good Deed PDF Book Free
He indicated the empty chair opposite him. She vacillated in the doorway of the eatery and, finally, perhaps her hunger taking precedent over her good sense, she strode across the room and sat quickly in the seat he had indicated. She might have thought if she rushed this through, no one would notice that a parole officer was about to eat with a parolee, at least that was Archer’s observation.
She set her hat down on the table. Archer had set his hat on his chairback. He slipped it on, then lifted it off, tipped it in her direction, and returned it to the chairback. Legally, yes. But pragmatically? And what if his widow isn’t aware of the liability? Men often don’t tell their wives anything about their business, believing, wrongly, that they won’t understand.
Now Lucas Tuttle may decide he never has to pay it back. In which case, you probably won’t be compensated. But the upside might be that you won’t have to pay back the forty dollars to Pittleman’s estate.” One Good Deed PDF Book Free