Fire in the underworld
"It's just been a hard day, JC,"
remarked Brooke McKenzie wearily,
sipping her coffee slowly. "I'm sorry if
I'm not very good company."
Jonathan Chase nodded sympathetically, relaxing in the chair at his desk. He
knew that she needed to talk about her
work, but he also knew that she needed
time to get herself ready to tell him. With
the well-developed instincts of a jungle
animal, he could feel the tension in the
air, and knew that she had problems; the
black panther stalking up and down in its
glass-fronted cage on the other side of
the study seemed to detect the same
atmosphere.
Ty, having only recently arrived,
came into the room from the kitchen with
his own cup of coffee and settled himself
down on the couch next to Brooke. That
seemed to break the spell, and she
began to explain slowly.
"Last night there was a fire at the Lone
Rider night-club. It happened quite late,
after the club had closed. One or two of
the staff got minor burns, but no one was
really injured. Still, the club's a
write-off... virtually the whole building
burnt down."
"Sounds like someone was having a
hot time in town last night!" remarked Ty,
then realized that Brooke wasn't really in
the mood for humour, and decided to
keep quiet. She smiled at him thinly, and
then continued:
"I've been down at the Lone Rider
myself most of the day, along with the fire
service and the people from forensics.
Now it's their opinion that the fire was
probably started deliberately. It's hard to
prove, but it seems likely."
"That seems to give us two
possibilities for a start," put in Chase.
"The first being that it was started by the
owner, to get the insurance money."
"Unlikely." Brooke told him. "The
place was such a money-spinner anyway
it'd hardly be profitable to bum it down.
But we're checking that angle out. The
other possibility is that it was started by
someone else; someone who doesn't like
the owner."
"Who is?"
"A guy called Willy Otto. Sometimes
known as 'Crazy' Otto. We've had our
eye on him for some time, because we
suspect he's got underworld
connections; but when I spoke to him
today, he was keeping his mouth firmly
shut... along with everybody else he
employs. It was as if they were trying to
treat the whole thing as some sort of
'internal problem' that they wanted to
handle themselves, instead of bringing in
the police."
"Sounds to me like some sort of gang
warfare," said Ty. "This guy Otto's
probably got plenty to hide himself, and
if he thinks he knows who's out to get
him..."
"He'll probably try to sort it out with
his own gunmen," Chase finished. "But
do you have any idea what the root of the
problem is, Brooke?"
She shook her head, despondently.
"All we know is that Otto owns another
club besides ... the Dark Angel...
which is also where his office is. Those
two clubs seem to be all his business
interests. Officially, anyway."
"Maybe Ty and I should pay a visit to
this Dark Angel place, then," suggested
Chase. "We can take a look around and
see what we can find. You'll have to stay
here, though, Brooke. Otto would
recognise you, and we don't want to be
seen to be connected with the police.
Not yet, anyway."
"But it's my case, JC!" protested
Brooke.
"Sure it is," came the reply. "But the
most useful thing you can do at the
moment is stay right here by the phone. If
we get in trouble, we'll call you for
assistance."
It was about eleven o'clock when
Chase and Ty approached the Dark
Angel, although they knew the club
would still be open for another three or
four hours to come.
"Are you sure about this, JC?"
whispered Ty, rubbing a hand around
inside his open-necked shirt uncertainly.
"I mean, I know I'm supposed to be
looking like a cool dude ... come to that,
I am one ... but I don't think even the
coolest dude goes to a night-club with a
monkey on his shoulder!"
The monkey sitting on his shoulder
simply squeaked and pulled his ear in
annoyance.
"Okay, okay!" said Ty placatingly.
"Honestly, JC, sometimes you're just
impossible to argue with!"
The Dark Angel's muscular door-man
stared in astonishment for a moment at
Ty, then raised a hand to forbid him
entrance. "What do you think you're
doing with that monkey, fella?" he asked,
unable to think of anything better to say.
"We're looking for his uncle," Ty told
him, straight-faced.
If the doorman got the joke, he gave
no sign of it, simply grabbing Ty's arm as
he tried to get past.
"We got rules, fella," he announced.
"And one of them is no animals."
But by then it was too late to argue, for
the monkey had simply jumped down
from Ty's shoulder, scuttling past the
doorman and disappearing into the club
beyond.
"Hey, come back here!" yelled Ty,
starting after his 'pet', but finding himself
still held back. "Look," he explained,
"I've got to go in after him to get him out
of here again, haven't I. Besides, I'm not
breaking your rules now ... I haven't an
animal with me any more."
While the man hesitated uncertainly,
Ty tore himself free and rushed on into
the night-club itself. Instantly a barrage of
disco music thundered against his ears,
while a laser light-show cutting through
the darkness provided the only illumination.
Of the monkey, there was no sign,
but that hardly surprised him. It didn't
surprise him either to see the doorman
and another heavy in earnest conversation
near the entrance. Ty decided it
was time to lose himself among the
crowd of dancers. A beautiful blonde
caught his eye in the half-light, and he
pushed his way through the people
toward her, dancing as he did so.
"Excuse me," he began, smiling
disarmingly. "Have you seen my monkey?"
The blonde looked at him in blank
astonishment for a moment, then
laughed. From what he could hear of it
over the music, it was rather a nice
sound. "I've run into a few fellas in places
like this ..." she said, "... but none of
them ever came out with a pick-up line
like that before!"
"It got you talking to me though,
didn't it!" grinned Ty, glancing round
over his shoulder for signs of possible
trouble. "Still, I really am looking for a pet
monkey."
The girl laughed again and then took
his hand, leading him deeper into the
pack of dancers. "I'll help you ..." she
said, and Ty was quite prepared to go
along with that, in spite of the fact that he
knew they were looking in totally the
wrong place.
For the monkey had already made it's
way upstairs to the private offices above
the club, scampering along the corridors
and scuttling from shadow to shadow. At
last it reached a partially open door and,
after listening for a few seconds, realised
it had come to the right place. Glancing
round the door so that he would
recognise the men later, the monkey
then withdrew to a shadowy alcove
across the corridor. Even in this form,
Chase's hearing was sharp enough to
pick up the conversation without
entering the room.
'Crazy' Willy Otto was sitting at a
desk, talking to two of his lieutenants.
And what he had to say soon confirmed
what Chase had suspected. It seemed
that Otto had enemies. Quite a few
enemies, but the one that was giving him
trouble at that moment was called Big Bill
Brinkley. Chase couldn't quite figure out
whether Brinkley was running a
protection racket, and had firebombed
the place because Otto wasn't paying up;
or whether Brinkley was trying to take
over the night-clubs; or just trying to put
Otto out of business. It didn't really
matter much. The point was, Otto knew
about it, and he was just crazy enough to
take matters into his own hands. Even as
Chase listened, the two lieutenants got
up and left, intent on leading a band of
hired guns "to take care of Brinkley".
Chase kept to the shadows until the
two men had got clear of the corridor
then transformed himself back into
human form. He headed back toward the
stairs, and then realised the transmutation
had been a mistake. One of the night-
club staff appeared suddenly round a
comer and spotted him instantly.
"Hey, you ain't supposed to be up
here!" the man began, reaching toward a
shoulder-holster. Fortunately, Chase was
close enough to get to grips with him
straight away. A short sharp right cross to
the jaw put the man out like a light, and
Chase moved back down into the club
hurriedly.
At the edge of the dance floor, Ty
suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. He
froze instantly, trying to figure out
whether to talk his way out, run, or fight.
"We're leaving," said a firm voice
behind him, and Ty turned with relief to
find Chase standing at his shoulder.
"My monkey," explained Ty to the
blonde with a smile and a shrug, then
moved to follow his companion outside.
Hurrying along the street, Chase
explained briefly to Ty what he had
learned. A minute or two later, Ty found a
phone-box and got through to Brooke,
explaining it in turn to her. Fortunately,
the young policewoman already knew of
Big Bill Brinkley from previous
encounters, and was able to give them
the address of the man's office.
"Okay, listen," Ty concluded, "you'd
better get on to Lieutenant Rivera and tell
him to get some men over there... if
they move fast enough we might be able
to stop a bloodbath. We'll catch you over
there."
Ty put the phone down and turned
back to Chase; only to find a full-grown
cheetah squatting on the sidewalk. The
address they had to get to was three or
four miles across town, and Chase had
obviously decided this was the quickest
way to travel. Before Ty could say any-
thing, the big cat turned and bounded
away along the street.
"Hey, man, why can't you change into
something slow for a change ... like a
tortoise!" called Ty, running after the cat.
Then he realised it was useless trying to
keep up, and called a cab instead.
Brooke had obviously moved fast after
the tip-off, for by the time Ty's cab
arrived, the area round Brinkley's office
was cordoned off by police cars. He paid
off the driver and slipped into the
shadows, making his way slowly toward
the center of the action; which was
where he found Chase and Brooke.
By then, though, the action was more
or less over. "We managed to pick up
Otto's boys just as they were about to
move in," Brooke explained, pointing
toward a large van nearby which was
being loaded with prisoners under the
careful eye of Lieutenant Rivera. "And
they were right to call him Crazy Otto ...
some of his men had machine guns, hand
grenades, and god knows what else. It
would have been a massacre."
"Takes two sides to make a war,"
remarked Ty. "What about the
opposition?"
"We grabbed Brinkley and a couple
of guys," Brooke told him. "But we were
expecting more ... more in the way of
hired guns. As it was, Otto could have
knocked over Brinkley with a feather."
"But what happened to them?"
pondered Ty. "Why'd you let someone
come along and blow your own boss
away."
"Unless you're out blowing someone
else away ..." said Chase suddenly. "Or
at least, preparing to."
"If you mean Otto, I guess we've got
to get back to Dark Angel" agreed Ty.
"But I don't think we're going to be all
that welcome!"
"Only one way to find out," put in
Brooke. "My car's round the comer...
let's get going."
The Dark Angel was still in one piece
when they arrived, still packed with
dancers and drinkers and obviously
doing a roaring trade. This time the
doorman made no attempt to stop Ty as
he, Chase and Brooke came through the
entrance, but they were in too much of a
hurry to stop anyway; and in too much of
a hurry to notice the man reach for a
telephone as soon as they had passed
him.
Chase led his companions past the
dance floor toward the staircase, and
with his sensitive hearing, felt quite
relieved to get into a quieter part of the
club. But as they started up toward the
next floor, they found three men waiting
for them, strung across the stairs and with
automatic pistols in their hands. One of
them had an ugly bruise on the left side
of his jaw.
"We've got to see Otto!" Chase
explained.
"No chance," replied one of the men.
"He's not seeing anyone tonight. Tell you
what, we'll let you wait in the basement.
Maybe he'll see you later. Now turn
around and move."
Chase turned to face his companions
with a shrug; at which point the man with
the bruised jaw stepped down and
slugged him on the back of the head with
his pistol butt. Chase collapsed
unconscious into Ty's arms.
"You know what I think?" Ty said to
Brooke as she tried to help him with
Chase's limp body. "Maybe we won't
talk to Otto after all!"
The basement turned out to be a fairly
unkept store-room beneath the night-
club, virtually empty but for a few old
lockers built into the walls. Their captors
made a good job of tying up the three of
them, including the unconscious Chase,
and then left before Ty had a chance to
try to explain anything to them. They
heard the click of the key in the door as
their captors left, and then there was
nothing but the faint sound of disco
music filtering through from the floor
above.
It was after midnight when they were
first captured, and gone two in the
morning by the time the music stopped
and the club started to close up for the
night. And in all that time, Ty and Brooke
failed to make the slightest impression on
their bonds; neither did Chase recover
his senses.
The club seemed to fall absolutely
silent for about half an hour after it closed,
and then there was a dull thud from
somewhere upstairs. Behind the heavy
basement door, Brooke and Ty couldn't
hear much else, but soon the acrid smell
of smoke began to seep into the room.
"Oh terrific," remarked Ty sourly.
"We rush in here to warn the guy he's
about to be firebombed... and the next
thing you know, we end up getting
burned alive!"
"JC!" yelled Brooke suddenly,
noticing Chase's nostrils twitch at the
smell of smoke. "Come on... wake up!"
But it was to be a minute or two longer
before Chase was recovered enough to
realise what was going on, and by that
time the room was fogged with eye-
stinging smoke. Now they were starting
to feel the heat from outside the door,
and the clouds of smoke were thickening
to the point that occasionally they lost
sight of each other across the room.
Then Ty felt something pulling and
cutting at the rope round his wrists.
Glancing round he saw, to his immense
relief, a large beaver gnawing at his
bonds with its chisel-like teeth. Chase's
transmutation had naturally allowed him
to slip free of his own ropes, and now he
was setting about freeing the others.
With Ty and Brooke both on their feet
and rubbing their wrists, Chase changed
back to human form and then he and Ty
tried putting their shoulders to the door.
It remained quite immovable.
"Probably wouldn't have done us a lot
of good anyway," said Ty. "Doubt we'd
have been able to make it through the
club, and we'd only have been letting the
fire in here instead."
"So what are we supposed to do
then?" asked Brooke. "Just sit here and
cook slowly until the fire-service comes
along to drag us out in the morning, as
'three unidentified bodies'?"
"No," Chase told her with a smile,
opening one of the lockers and finding a
small tin box inside. He took it out and
then pointed up to the top of the wall near
the ceiling. "We're going out through
that pavement light up there."
The two paned window was ten or
twelve feet above the floor, and after
some fairly tricky manoeuvring, Chase
finally managed to stand on Ty's
shoulders while he smashed out the glass
and woodwork with the tin box.
"Hey, JC!" groaned Ty, wilting under
the weight and trying to avoid the
showers of glass and bits of wood. "How
come it isn't me standing on your
shoulders?"
Ty got no answers, which was pretty
much as he expected. Then he felt the
weight suddenly lifted, and Chase pulled
himself through the shattered window
frame to the street above. What came
back through the window was rather
different though.
Its tail wrapped securely round a
nearby lamp-post, a thirty-foot python slid
headfirst into the basement. And almost
before she knew what was happening, it
had wrapped its muscular body round
Brooke's waist and was lining her off the
ground, hauling her up to the ceiling
where there was just room for her to
wriggle through the window and out into
the street beyond. Coughing and
spluttering from the smoke, Ty was
pulled out in the same way a couple of
moments later.
The fire service had arrived by then,
and were fighting the blaze, but their
efforts were obviously too little and too
late. Chase and the others found Crazy
Otto standing in the street with tears
running down his cheeks as he stared at
the inferno.
"I'll get Brinkley for this!" he said, to
no one in particular.
"We already got him," Brooke put in,
though Otto seemed not to have heard
her.
"I'll kill him!" Otto continued, then
seemed to come to his senses, looking
round at Brooke as she showed him her
identity card.
"You tried that," she told him, "which
is why I'm taking you in too. Your gang
war's over, Otto."
"Unless they put him in the same cell
as Brinkley!" smiled Ty as they prepared
to take their man away.
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