The Ambitious Card (An Eli Marks Mystery) (26 page)

Clearly, I was not that man.

Chapter 19

The sky had turned silver-gray and it looked like the snow that had been threatening for days was finally going to arrive. I pulled my car into The Wabasha Caves’ virtually empty parking lot and parked next to the only other car in sight—Megan’s small, green Mini Cooper, which was parked slightly askew near the front entry.

The main door to The Caves looked closed as I approached it, and then I noticed that it was propped open with a worn, red brick, which matched the cobblestone-style walkway that led from the parking lot.

It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the dark foyer, which was lit only by a small, bare bulb over the box office window, which was shuttered. The main room straight ahead of the lobby was completely dark, but I could see some light to my right, down the corridor to the bathrooms.

I turned and headed in that direction.

“Megan?” I said, momentarily surprised at the echo that bounced off the walls as I moved toward the light, which appeared to be coming from up ahead and around the corner.

I remembered that chamber as the one where I’d had makeup applied before the fateful television broadcast with Grey. I moved more confidently toward the light, and turned into the large cavern. The room was lit by a single light, an old-fashioned beer sign showing a smiling bear touting the benefits to be found in the land of sky blue water. The flowing stream in the two-dimensional sign actually produced the illusion of motion, casting a shimmering light throughout the room. This provided a festive look to the cavern, but did little to cut the murk that emanated from the dark corners.

Even though she was heavily silhouetted in the dim light from the beer sign, I recognized Megan standing behind the far end of the bar. I moved toward her.

“Thanks for the intriguing invitation,” I said as I ran my hand across the smooth, cold surface of the bar. “I mean, I like the mood lighting and all.”

“Eli,” she said.

If I’d been really listening, I would have heard the stress in her voice, but I was already onto the next subject.

“Well, you’ll be happy to know that not only did I just have a great show, but I may have also cracked the murders,” I said as I arrived at her end of the bar. I pulled up a stool and sat down.

The shimmering water in the beer sign was doing interesting things to her face, making it look as if she were crying.

“Turns out, Arianna’s assistant, Michael, was killing all the psychics to direct attention away from his desire to get Arianna out of the way. The Ambitious Card was just a flourish to hide the real trick he was doing.”

Megan shook her head sadly. “No,” she said quietly. “That’s not it.”

“Well, I might be off on some of the details,” I admitted, “but I think I have the general concept figured out.”

“Yes, you do,” said a voice from behind the bar. I looked around, surprised to hear another voice, but didn’t see anyone.

And then Pete, who had been crouching behind Megan, slowly stood up. He was holding a gun and it was pointed at Megan. “You’ve got the concept right, Eli, you’re just a little off on your identification of the players.”

I looked from Pete to Megan and for the first time I saw the fear in her eyes. And, finally, moron that I am, I recognized that it wasn’t just a trick of the light from the beer sign.

She actually
was
crying.

“Hey, buddy,” I said to Pete, trying to sound as affable as possible, “Take it easy. If you handle that gun the way you handle a deck of cards, someone’s gonna get hurt.”

“Thanks for the advice, but I’m actually
counting
on someone getting hurt,” he said as he took Megan’s arm and pushed her out from behind the bar. He clutched her tightly as they rounded the corner and stood in front of me. “And thanks for responding to Megan’s text messages, although you’ve probably figured out by now that I sent them.”

I nodded as the other shoe dropped and I realized where I had screwed up. “Abbreviations,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s what was wrong.”

“Pardon me?”

“I should have realized that the texts weren’t really from Megan. There were no abbreviations.”

Pete looked from me to Megan. He actually looked hurt.

“My wife and I don’t text each other,” he said, “because she told me once she didn’t like it. But apparently she really likes texting with you,” he said, making it sound almost kinky.

He gestured toward a small, silver flashlight resting on the bar. “Pick that up and turn it on,” he said.

I did as instructed. “You know, Pete, if this is about Megan and me, I think you’re blowing it all out of proportion.”

“Don’t worry about that, Eli,” Pete said. “Your relationship with my wife is just icing on the cake. Now head over that way.” He gestured with the gun toward the darkest corner of the room. I turned and pointed the flashlight beam ahead of me.

The ceiling sloped down as we got closer to the far wall, and, in the dim light of the flashlight I finally saw a door set back within the murk. It was nearly the same color as the cavern walls, making it practically invisible until you were right on top of it. I heard the rattle of keys and turned to see Pete tossing me a key ring. I grabbed the ring out of the air.

“Unlock the door,” he said flatly.

There were two keys on the ring. I focused the flashlight on the door with one hand while trying one of the keys with the other. The first key didn’t fit at all. The second key slid into the lock roughly and on my initial attempt it refused to turn. I gave it a hard twist and could feel the vibration of the old tumblers in the lock as they slipped into place. I gave the handle a hard tug and the heavy, solid door swung open slowly.

The space on the other side looked even darker and danker than the room we were in.

“Go in,” Pete said.

I stepped into the pitch-black space and turned to see Pete pushing Megan in ahead of him. She stumbled up alongside me, trembling. I wanted to put a comforting arm around her, but under the circumstances I felt it was best to wait and see how this played out.

I held up the key ring. Pete shook his head.

“You can hang on to that,” he said. “You’ll notice that there’s not a lock, or even a doorknob, on this side of the door. So the keys will do you little good, but they will at least explain how you were able to get in here.”

I pointed the flashlight toward the door and saw that he was correct. An old, rusted metal plate was welded to the door where a lock and door handle should have been.

“I’ll take that flashlight now,” Pete said, holding out a hand to me, while he kept the gun in his other hand pointed in my general direction. I handed it to him and he stood back, partially closing the door, holding just a small opening with his left foot. “Don’t want to let too much air in here,” he said. “Sorry about the gloomy setting, but it was the best I could do, under the circumstances. The pattern must be maintained.”

“The pattern?”

“Sure, you know…the psychic with second sight stabbed through the eyes. The hypnotherapist who is murdered in his sleep. And on and on. And now, the psychic who works with crystals is found dead in a cave full of them. And, as an added bonus, the murderer dies along with her.”

“So, you’re going to lock us in this room?” I asked.

“Well, yes, but to the police it’s going to look like you accidentally locked yourselves in this room,” he said, putting an odd emphasis on the last word. “But what’s interesting is that this isn’t a room, is it Megan?”

She shook her head slowly. “No, it’s not.”

“What is it?”

“It’s the entrance to the rest of the caves. The part that’s not open to the public.”

“That’s right, honey. It’s the rest of the caves…a few miles of tunnels and nooks and crannies and maybe even a couple places where one could fall from a great height and do considerable damage. And you know what’s interesting about these caves?” he asked. Neither of us answered him.

I couldn’t see his face—he was silhouetted by the dim light coming from the cavern behind him.

“What’s interesting,” he continued unabated, “is that over the years the St. Paul Parks Department has systematically sealed off all the outside entrances to these caves. You know, to keep bums and homeless people out. However, every few years someone finds another way in and they wander about for a while and then you know what happens?”

Again, we stared back at him, unwilling or unable to answer. He didn’t seem to mind.

“They die,” he said. “They die because all the entrances are closed up and there’s no air and before they know it they’re only breathing carbon monoxide…only they don’t realize that…and a little while later they get tired and fall asleep and die. Which, essentially, is what’s going to happen to the two of you in the next hour.”

My mind was doing its best to figure out what was going on, but I couldn’t make all the pieces fit. “This can’t be just about me and Megan,” I said finally. “Because there was no me and Megan until well after Grey and Bitterman were killed. So, if it’s not about us, what is it about?”

“Real estate,” Megan said in almost a whisper. “It’s all about money and real estate.”

“Bingo,” Pete said.

“Real estate,” I repeated as I looked around the dark space. “Really?”

“Not this real estate,” Megan said softly. “Not the Caves. My corner. The stores.”

“Here’s something interesting,” Pete said as he leaned casually against the doorframe, still holding the door open a bit with the toe of his shoe. “When Megan and I were in couple’s therapy, I learned that finances are the one thing that couples are most likely to argue about.” He looked over at Megan. “And that certainly is true in our marriage, wouldn’t you agree?”

Megan didn’t say anything in reply, but I could sense her fury just below the surface.

“When Megan inherited all that property from her grandmother,” Pete continued, “I was all for unloading it. In fact, I even found a consortium that was looking for a corner just like ours, and they were willing to pay well above market price to get it. Unfortunately, my dear wife, and I should point out, you are still my dear wife, as no divorce papers have yet been signed, wanted to hang onto it for what she called sentimental reasons. She said I could sell the caves, if I wanted, but not her precious corner.”

“So this is all about money?” I asked.

“Not just money, Eli.
A lot
of money. The consortium’s plan was linked to federal money for a new light rail line and some state money for new housing and some city money for park improvements. We’re talking millions here, for the right developer. They were looking at several locations, but ours was favored. But I couldn’t get Megan to sell.”

“So you had to get rid of Megan,” I said.

“Yes, as it turned out. But in reality nothing would have happened if I hadn’t bumped into Grey in the parking lot after his show that night here in The Caves. We’d crossed paths before, and so we started chatting. He knew about the consortium and said he was putting together his own plan to bring to them, including ideas for another location. I needed time to convince Megan and didn’t need that old faker screwing up my plans, so I followed him home.”

“You stabbed him and used my playing card as the flourish.”

Pete shrugged. “It was right there in his pocket, so I figured why not? Then, at the reception after Grey’s memorial, Bitterman started talking about a meeting he was supposed to have had with Grey. I couldn’t take the chance that he was putting together his own deal, so I got some rat poison from the car, emptied out a couple of Ibuprofen capsules, refilled them with the poison and put them in his sleep apnea machine.”

“You carry rat poison in your car?”

Pete chuckled. “I’m a real estate guy, trying to unload a bunch of friggin’ caves. You bet your ass I carry rat poison in my car. And because I’ve religiously followed the rules that you taught me,” Pete continued, “I also always carry a deck of cards. So I left a King of Diamonds under the machine. At that point, as far as the police are concerned, there’s a pattern…someone’s knocking off psychics.”

“And you’re one ahead,” I said, “because now if you do need to kill Megan, it will just look like one in a series.”

“Exactly. And on the other hand, if I can finally convince her to sell the property, I don’t have to kill her and at the same time I’ve successfully eliminated the competition.”

“I guess that’s what they call a win-win,” I said dryly.

“That’s exactly the way I looked at it,” Pete agreed. “The problem was, Megan was insisting on the divorce, and as soon as those papers were signed, there was no way I was getting my hands on the property. Then I remembered that Megan had consulted two different psychics, and both of them had, bless their hearts, recommended that we get divorced.”

“Arianna and Franny,” I said.

Pete’s silhouette nodded. “Those would be the two.”

“So you decided to continue the series?”

“I needed a couple more to make sure that no one made the connection to the real estate angle. And I also needed more suspects besides you.”

“That’s where Boone came in.”

“Yes, Mr. Boone. That boy was born to be a suspect.”

“So how did you get Boone to go to Arianna’s apartment?”

“Didn’t have to. He had a standing appointment at her place, same time every week.”

This gave me pause. “Really? A weekly appointment? What was that all about?”