Ring-a-Ding-Ding by Kane Frank

Author:Kane, Frank [Kane, Frank]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery, Pulp
Publisher: Dell
Published: 1963-08-07T04:00:00+00:00

It was close in the darkness of the garage.

Rocky sat with his back propped against the wall, longed for a cigarette that he knew he couldn’t have. It felt as though he had been in here for days, waiting for Andrew Reeves to come home. For the fourth time in fifteen minutes, he scratched a match, checked his watch in the weak light of the flame to find he had been waiting less than an hour. He wondered whether he hadn’t made a serious mistake in agreeing to the blonde’s proposition that he kill Reeves. Blackmail was one thing, but murder was another thing altogether.

He sat, straining his eyes against the darkness, reliving the hours he had spent with Marta. She had been everything he’d imagined in his daydreams of possessing her. She had been satisfyingly agile, she had a beautiful body and she knew how to use it. It was the first time she had ever allowed him to lay a hand on her, but from now on it would be different. From now on, he would possess her, when and how he wanted. He gave himself over to the pleasurable anticipation of what lay ahead.

His reverie was rudely interrupted by the sound of a car being braked to a stop on the other side of the garage door. There was a brief pause, then the sound of a key scraping in the lock. Rocky got to his feet, hurried to the far side of the garage, huddled against the side of the large workbench that took up most of the wail.

The garage door swung upward, twin beams speared through the darkness of the garage. Rocky melted further back into the shadow of the workbench as Reeves walked back to the car, slid in behind the wheel. Then, the big Cadillac inched slowly into the garage, stopped when its bumper almost touched the wall. Reeves cut the motor, killed the lights.

The door to the car opened. For a brief moment, the big man was silhouetted by the car’s interior lights.

Rocky moved quickly, quietly. He raised the tire iron over his head, brought it down with all his strength on the back of Reeves’ head. With a soft groan, the big man sank to his knees. Rocky raised the tire iron again, hit him over the head for the second time. This time, it gave off the sound of an overripe pumpkin. Reeves slammed face-down into the floor. He didn’t move.

Rocky walked to the garage door, brought it down. Then he fumbled along the wall until he located the light switch, spilled light into the garage. He walked back to where Reeves lay, caught him by the arm and tugged him onto his back.

He checked the floor to make sure there was no sign of blood. The only bleeding was a thin stream that ran from Reeves’ right ear and some that seeped from his nostrils. The big man was breathing heavily in a gargling snore.

Rocky brought a bottle of 100-proof bourbon from his hip pocket.

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