Morningstar by A. J. Curry

Author:A. J. Curry [Curry, A. J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-10-14T23:00:00+00:00

Six: murphy

“Actually,” Murgenstaern said to the sasquatch, “given my understanding of such things, you’re the one who’s fucked. To paraphrase one of my favorite movies, say ‘fuck’ one more time.”

I don’t know if the sasquatch caught the Pulp Fiction reference or not, but he caught the tone in Murgenstaern’s voice − and caught himself just ahead of a very unwise repetition.

Murgenstaern’s “human suit” was turned all the way up now. He sounded and acted as human as he had the first time I’d ever met him, two extremely busy days ago. But the role he was playing now wasn’t “traveling computer salesman.” I sipped some more water and sat up in my chair. This was going to be interesting.

“You’re going back North once we’re done here.” Murgenstaern was now circling the prisoner, who had essentially been hogtied with logging chains. “But first, you’re answering a couple of questions. I’ll make sure there’s enough of you left to face justice. Anything past that is entirely up to you.”

“You don’t scare me.” Sasquatches aren’t apes. They also aren’t human. They’re from somewhere else where humans didn’t happen. Now they’re here. Like the Dutch, they learn English from American TV. Which means that when they’re not talking among themselves, they sound just like anyone else in the Pacific Northwest.

“In that case you are even stupider than you look.” Murgenstaern made a gesture not unlike hailing a cab. The ‘squatch levitated as far as the chains between it’s neck and the floor permitted − which wasn’t very far. Then the steel collar around it’s neck made a creaking sound as it grew tighter. “A little hard to tell someone to fuck themselves if you can’t breathe… isn’t it?”

After not quite a minute, the creaking and the levitation both stopped… and the sasquatch apparently could once again breath.

“I could do this all day,” Murgenstaern said. “I suspect the same is not true of you. Can we talk?”

The sasquatch nodded, as much as it’s anatomy and restraints permitted. “What do you want to know?” it asked, once it could talk again.

“I want to know who you are working for and why they are using you to put a hit on my friend here.”

The pause was so long I expected to see the levitation trick again. “The little guys”, he finally said.

“What ‘little guys’?”

“You know − the little gray guys with the fucked-up eyes. Them.” The sasquatch rolled his eyes in the general direction of outer space.

“Okay, let’s say I believe you. Why?”

The sasquatch shrugged. English isn’t the only thing they learn from TV. “Ask them − I got no idea. I don’t think they like your buddy… or maybe they don’t like who he works for.”

“And what the hell would you know about that?” I said.

He glared at me. “I know what was over your house two days ago. Nice ride.”

I laughed. “Ever been in one?” The sasquatch just glared.

Murgenstaern jumped in again. I’m not sure which of us was the good cop and which one was the bad cop, given that I felt like strangling the bastard myself.

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