Foreword
I'm
back. Here in Mexico City where the air is hot, the margaritas
frozen, and the people at each other's throats.
A
while ago I helped tell the tale of a disappearance, a stolen
inheritance, a eunuch drug dealer, and two men in love with the same
woman. Now I'm back because I've been told there is good and evil on
both sides of the income spectrum and the men on both sides are just
as skeevy in how they treat women.
Maybe
somebody should tell them that the biggest bitch in the world is
Karma. I'm not religious, but I can believe in that.
And
while I like how easy it is to edit and copy stuff on the computer,
the heat doesn't like my computer. So if I skimp on the dialogue
from time to time that's the reason.
So
sit back, cut a slice of lime, and get out the salt and the shot
glass. This is hot off the press.
– Dashiell
Hammett
Chapter
1: Riches to Rags
Maria
Dolores Morales Garza was a beautiful woman. Her long brunette hair
fell to the middle of her back, the length of maximum potential for
enticing men. Her figure was perfect for modeling the glamourous
bridal gowns made in the salon. She tried on a beautiful strapless
number with a full skirt.
“Beautiful,
but not perfect.”
“You
will look great, Madam,” said her assistant, Isela.
“Thanks.
I think it lacks something on the waist-cincher, and about four
inches in....:
“You
are most observant, Madame.”
“Clients
who come to this salon are looking for a unique dress. They are
always well-dressed and will leave nothing to chance.”
“Oh,
come on, Mamacita! People with the kind of money to shop here get
married 60 times!”
They
and two other shop assistants broke into laughter.
“You
have to watch these details when working for Mr Gerry.”
“I
can't wait for the others to see this!”
She
ran through the showroom with the colorful bridesmaids' dresses,
holding up the long train as the others followed her. They arrived
in the workroom and she spun around saying “Girls, am I ready to
get married or what?” They all paused to admire the dress and
exclaim over it.
Their
mood was quickly shattered with the arrival of Jacinto.
“Maria
Dolores, what are you doing in that dress?”
“It's
a new design she was trying on to test,” said Isela.
“These
designs are copies, aren't they?” he asked, suspiciously.
“They
need to be tested for movement, to see if one can pick up the arms,”
said another.
He
was not convinced, or pleased.
“Don't
make me laugh,” he said, contemptuously. He walked over to Maria
Dolores until he was too close for comfort. “If you want to put on
a dress you will never deserve...”
“You're
mistaken,” she said. “This dress will be worth what people are
willing to pay.”
“You
couldn't afford a dress like this with a year's pay,” he spat at
her. “Take it off. Now!” He looked at the others. “Get back
to work. Now!” He clapped his hands to frighten them back to
their tasks, like the head of a Dickensian workhouse.
One
by one the other women went back to their tasks, looking back at this
sleazy thug in a suit. He did not stop staring at Maria Dolores.
He
then approached Isela, asking what it would take to get her in a
state of undress. She sidestepped her way away from him. He leered
at the other women before yelling at them to go back to work before
leaving the room. To sneak into the dressing room behind Maria
Dolores. She was startled and turned around, holding up the dress.
“What
are you doing here?” she asked, facing him.
“The
dress suits you. But I know how you will look even better,” he
said.
“Stay
away from me or I will scream,” she said.
“You
won't do this,” he said, shoving her against the wall. “Or you
will be out in the street,” he continued, grabbing her head and
getting closer than she would ever have allowed.
“Let
go of me, let go!” she said as he tried to bite her neck like some
decomposing vampire. She managed to free herself, but he seized the
bustle of the dress as she walked away and tore it.
“Look
at what you've done, little girl,” he said, gesturing with the torn
piece. “This is not allowed.”
“You
won't get away with this,” she said through her teeth. Then she
slapped him. Hard.
“You're
not going anywhere.”
She
tried to get away, but he seized her hair and dragged her back onto
the table. Before she could get up he put his full weight on her and
reached under the white folds of the ruined dress. She cried out to
let her go, but he ignored her screams. She could have been a
mannequin for all that they mattered. She continued to scream until
the door opened and Isela entered. Jacinto got up and shoved the
younger woman out the door yelling at her to get lost. However, the
boss entered asking “What is going on here?”
“This
thief was stealing the dress,” Jacinto said, pointing to Maria
Dolores.
“It's
not true, sir,” said Maria Dolores.
“Try
to prove it,” the younger woman challenged Jacinto.
“She
doesn't know jack,” he said.
“Jacinto
tried to rape me,” said Maria Dolores.
“She's
a liar. I just tried to take back a stolen dress,” he said.
The
accusations continued to fly. Finally Gerry said “Get your things,
Maria Dolores. You're fired.”
“That
isn't fair,” she protested. “All I've ever done is work hard.”
“Therefore
I will call the police and they can work this out.”
“It's
your word against mine,” Jacinto said, looking at her.
“I
swear everything I've said is true.”
“Jacinto
has worked many years in this shop,” said Gerry. “And I've heard
nothing against him. But you are wearing that dress. And it's
ruined. It's better that you leave, Maria Dolores. And don't ask
for severance. It goes to pay for the dress you ruined.”
Jacinto
looked very self-satisfied. Maria Dolores and her friend stared in
disbelief at what had just happened.
Later,
Maria Dolores walked past the park. She finally sat on the bench to
catch her breath. She leaned forward and suddenly Daniel appeared
with a single red rose. He wore jeans, a brown jacket, and five
o'clock shadow. He looked like a weasel with small, beady eyes.
They kissed. She told him she had had a problem at work with Jacinto
and she had to resign.
“What
did he do to you?” Daniel asked.
“Nothing,
nothing,” she answered. “Calm down. We had an argument, like
always,” she said.
He
talked about how his mother knew the owner of the House of Duval and
that he would talk to her. They kissed a few more times. She said
she couldn't let him do that. That if her work didn't speak for
itself she would need to do something else. She needed work in order
to help her family. He said he would always be there for her.
“I
have a surprise for you,” he said.
He
led her to a late-model car.
“Did
you win the lottery?”
“No.
My boss lent it to me.” He opened the door so she could enter.
“I'll take you wherever you want. You want to go to dinner?”
He
closed the passenger door and got into the driver's seat.
Isela
came to Maria Dolores' home looking for her, but her sister Clara
told her she was not yet at home. Isela left, running past the car
that Daniel had for the night.. Maria Dolores didn't want the
neighbors to see him kissing her; the neighborhood was filled with
gossips and busybodies who had nothing better to do with their time.
She wanted Daniel to meet her father first.
Then
she looked up and her father was on the pavement, passing some men he
knew. As soon as she identified him Daniel grabbed her and kissed
her again. She broke away, letting him know she didn't want it to
happen this way. In fact, she couldn't understand why he resisted
meeting her family. “You had one chance, and you blew it,” she
said as she got out of the car.
Isela
arrived home to her mother's ranting about Maria Dolores' character.
Josefa wanted to believe that Maria Dolores was a slut who was
playing the men in her company for money. She seemed amused at how
Maria Dolores' father, Rudolfo, would react. Isela was no fool,
telling her mother not to meddle and to mind her own business before
she got up from the table to escape her poison. Josefa followed her,
continuing with her obscene speculations, but Isela wasn't having it.
“Mother,
it was his fault she was fired.”
“Oh,
really. Messing with a slut means you have to make things up,” she
said with a note of sarcasm.
“Mother,
will you stop with these assumptions and forget about Maria Dolores?”
“Will
you forget that she doesn't have a job and without a job the bills
and the rent don't get paid?”
She
dragged her over to the board on the wall where there were numerous
newspaper articles posted.
In
another part of town, Alma Mondragón de Bustamante and her husband
Claudio were talking about their dinner guests for the evening. She
was feeling amorous as she explained that their son was out with
friends and that they had time to themselves.
Rudolfo
Morales was at the home of a friend. He put some money into a metal
box that he foolishly preferred to a bank. There was a knock at the
door and Julian Delgado Ramirez hobbled over to answer, saying that
it must be his mother. When he opened it two armed men entered
demanding “Where is the money?” as they forced him down. Rudolfo
hid the box behind a pillow, but not fast enough. One shoved him and
grabbed the box while the other restrained the younger man. He
punched Rudolfo in the face. Julian Cabrera recovered and tried to
help him, but was pushed back onto the floor as the thieves headed
for the door. Rudolfo went after them, but one shoved him against
the wall and stabbed him several times with upward thrusts, yelling
“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” His face was maniacal. Julian
tried to get up as he watched in abject shock. The other thief
yelled “Let's go!” but the killer would not stop until he was
certain that his victim would not survive. They ran out just as
Rudolfo collapsed slowly onto the floor.
It
wasn't likely that they stole more than a week's pay or a few
evenings of poker winnings.
Maria
Dolores was remembering her horrible last day at work and her screams
when her sister asked if she heard the screams in the street. She
told Clara what happened, including that she was accused of trying to
steal the dress she had been wearing. She was afraid to tell their
father. The phone rang and it was Daniel, apologizing that he was
ashamed to present himself to her parents because he only was a
chauffeur to a rich family. She didn't care about that; she only
cared about whether he loved her. He told her he did. She said she
was sure her parents would be pleased with him and that she wanted
them to know their plans. She ended the call. Clara could not
believe that she hadn't told him about what happened at work.
“Daniel
is capable of killing Jacinto if he knew. And please don't tell our
parents.”
Some
women take the idea of being a good daughter too far.
The
two thieves handed a pittance of money to a homeless man who must
have led them to their latest victim. He asked “Why so little?”
and the killer intimidated him into silence. Inside the gate
Esperanza was talking to a neighbor when Honoria Ramirez shouted to
her to hurry inside. “It's your husband!”
Esperanza
ran into Honoria's home to find Rudolfo on the floor. Julian was
telling him to breathe as Esperanza, Maria Dolores, Clara, and others
ran in. One of the men picked up the phone to call a cab.
In
yet another – and far more affluent – part of town Úrsula de la
Vega called her children into the parlour. Daniel, the alleged
chauffeur, and his sister Maleny obediently entered and sat on the
elegant sofa in time for a white-haired lawyer named Arrango to
deliver the worst possible news.
“You
are ruined.”
He
may just as well have slapped them.
“We
have to protect this house and the one in Cuernavaca,” said their
mother.
“For
a few months you will have to get used to living a reduced
lifestyle,” said the lawyer.
“I
don't want that,” said Úrsula. “I want to get all the back
bills paid so we don't end up in the street.”
“Yes,
I understand,” he said. Although he looked doubtful of the
adequacy of that plan.
“What
have you done with my father's money?” asked Daniel.
“Pardon
me?”
Daniel
charged him, knocking him down onto the couch. Maleny ran over to
pull him off.
At
the same time Rudolfo was being rushed into surgery. A nurse closed
the doors, barring the entrance of his family. His wife and
daughters stood in the corridor, crying.
The
butler appeared to help break up the fight in the mansion. Úrsula
faced her son to let him know she found his behavior disgusting.
“Arrango
stole the money! He robbed us!”
“If
you don't trust him, you don't trust me because I oversaw all the
money your father left us,” Úrsula answered.
“Then
explain to me how so much money can disappear. This can't be.”
“Your
father declared bankruptcy and then committed suicide,” she said.
He
was shocked into near-silence.
“I
did the best I could,” said Arrango.
“You
got everything you asked for, but now that's over,” said Úrsula.
“Okay,
it's over. Perfect!” he replied as he went after the lawyer
again. “What are my sister and I going to eat?” he demanded.
“All
our accounts are in receivership,” said Úrsula. “What I will
not tolerate is you questioning my actions.”
“It's
your fault,” said Maleny. “You took everything that was ours.
And you're the man of this family?”
“You
did it, Maleny.”
“You
were supposed to help protect our inheritance!”
“What
do you want, for me to commit suicide, too so you could collect the
insurance and win?” Úrsula asked her children. Arrango should
have suggested she sell her pearls instead.
“This
can't be. It's a lie,” said Daniel. “Mother, why did you wait
until now to tell us?”
“Because
I thought it could be resolved when Maleny marries Max.”
“No,
no, no, no, no. Sorry, but I'm not marrying Max yet. There's too
much fun to have first.”
“You
have to marry Max. You have nothing else to do in life,” said her
mother. She then turned to her son. “You have to marry Ivana,
son. You're alone.”
“Of
course I'm alone, Mother, because I don't want to marry her.”
“Of
course there are many men who want to marry her for her money. But
she wants to marry you. And since her parents died she wants to have
a family with you. Don't you understand?”
“Of
course I understand. But I don't like her. She makes me sick.”
“Behave
yourself. Because I invited them for dinner and they will be here
shortly.”
Maleny
looked either sick or amused; it was impossible to say.
“And
if you don't want to see our furniture out in the street you better
put on your best face, marry her, and get us out of ruin.”
She
walked out, leaving her children dumbfounded.
A
short while later Ivana Duval and her Aunt Susanna arrived. As she entered
it was easy to understand Daniel's attitude. She was taller than he
and plain-faced, with the stocky frame of a country peasant. As she
exchanged greetings with his family his expression gave his feelings
away as he looked down at her less than graceful figure. Úrsula led
the way into the parlour, talking about how busy they must be with
their new fashion line. As they sat she engaged them in conversation
during which time Susanna spoke of Ivana's intelligence. Which
pleased Úrsula but not her son.
In
the barrio Honoria's neighbors were hard at work cleaning the blood
off her floor. Josefa watched from the doorway and yelled at them
about “I run a decent house and if thieves can get in here they can
break into your place, yours, yours, and mine,” One of the women
crossed herself, another made a comment, and then Josefa made a
derisive remark about Honoria having some hidden treasure. Honoria
stopped wiping the floor and sat up straight, in shock. “No
treasure, but some hidden secret,” said another. Josefa watched
for a reaction.
Honoria
drew herself up to full height, not caring about the blood stains on
her skirt. She ran out of the apartment without a word. One of the
other women followed, calling her name, but could not stop her.
She
had closed the door and stood outside, silent with her eyes closed
and her hand over her mouth. Josefa watched as the other women gave
up and went back to cleaning the Morales apartment. Josefa
speculated in no good way over the meaning of this.
Esmeralda
and her daughters sat in the hospital waiting room. Maria Dolores
asked Julian about the attack. He didn't recognize the two men, but
they came to steal the hidden money. “What money? asked Esperanza.
“Money
he was saving to buy you something,” said Julian. “He didn't
want me to tell you because he wanted it to be a surprise.” He
looked down at his hands.
Esperanza
cried. The doctor then entered and gave them the bad news that
Rudolfo was dead. All cried, Esperanza between her daughters. Isela
cried in the arms of Orlando, the neighbor Esperanza had been talking to in
the courtyard.
Meanwhile
Maleny was talking to someone on her cell phone, complaining about
the annoying dinner her mother arranged. She had just concluded the
call when Max Bustamante Mondragón came up behind her. He was of
average height with dark blond hair, an unfortunately fashionable
five o'clock shadow, and sky-blue eyes. She told him she had been
talking to a new female friend. He told her he would talk to his
father to rearrange his work schedule so he could spend more time
with her. She pretended to be happy about this. Úrsula rescued her
from further deceit by telling them that dinner was about to be
served.
In
the dining room Max began talking about the Duvals' forthcoming
business venture. There was some mention of fashion magazines and
other publicity when dessert was served. When the tiramisu was put
before Ivana her aunt said she shouldn't eat so many calories. A
declassé comment that didn't go unnoticed. Daniel's cell phone rang
and pulled it out to look at the screen. It was Maria Dolores. When
he didn't answer she left a tearful request that he call her. When
she ended the message she leaned against the door frame and cried
while her mother collapsed in the corridor.
Julian
made it back home and gave his mother the tragic news. He blamed
himself for his inability to defend Rudolfo. Josefa was there only
long enough to hear the death announcement before she ran out.
Honoria said, “But what could you have done? You're sick.”
“Why
didn't they kill me instead?” he shouted, while upsetting a chair.
“Don't
say such things!”
“Why
wasn't it me? Why should Maria Dolores suffer like this?”
“Son,
you aren't guilty of anything! The only guilty one is Rudolfo for
not seeing them follow him.”
“Tell
me the truth, Mother,” he said. “The police were asking
questions at the hospital. Tell me the truth.”
They
stared at each other.
Daniel
and Ivana were in the front garden of the mansion. “I love being
invited for dinner here. Why did Úrsula call me and not you?”
He
turned slowly toward her and kissed her after what looked like much
thought. “You think I wouldn't invite you out to dinner?” he
joked.
“Where
would you invite me to?”
“If
I were inviting you to dinner it wouldn't be a joke.”
She
looked like she didn't believe him.
Isela
arrived home. Orlando kissed her just before Josefa came back
in. They jumped apart.
“What
is this animal doing here?” asked Josefa.
“He
brought me back from the hospital. Were were there for Maria
Dolores.”
Josefa
was far less than pleased. The young man politely departed. She
rudely told him to close the door. He complied.
Josefa
lost no time in reproaching her daughter for wasting her time with
him when she should be pursuing a Bustamante instead. She had no
choice since her sister's death.
That
night Julian tried collecting donations from the neighbors out in the
courtyard for Rudolfo's family. Josefa laughed at him, which he
ignored, telling her it wasn't obligatory to give anything. Others
stepped forward with money. Josefa made some derogatory comments
about busybodies and Honoria told her to can it. Josefa accused her
of being involved with this because it happened in her house. She
sarcastically promised to keep her mouth shut. Honoria looked after
her, hoping that karma would be a bigger bitch than Josefa as Josefa
called her daughter as though she were a dog she could easily abuse.
Max
took his leave at the Vegas, with all the gentlemanly compliments
appropriate to the occasion. When he complimented Ivana Maleny
sneezed to cover up a laugh. Daniel said, “Bless you”, but their
mother was not fooled. Maleny escorted Max to the door. Ivana then
decided to leave, kissing Úrsula and Daniel. As her aunt followed
her Úrsula told Daniel sotto voce to accompany her. He
obeyed, which must have surprised Susanna. Especially when he
offered to drive Ivana home.
Esperanza
lay on a hospital gurney. She opened her eyes to find her daughters
with her. Maria Dolores told her she needed to see the police to
explain what had happened. She told her mother to stay there and
rest. Esperanza didn't want to, crying that she wanted to die.
Maria Dolores swore to get justice for her father.
It
was Maleny's turn to walk the front garden and tell Max she loved
him. However, he knew she wan't ready for marriage despite Úrsula's
desire to rush her into it. He said he would wait until she was
ready and knew that it was what she really wanted. They kissed.
Maleny had no clue what she was so willing to throw away.
Daniel
and Ivana arrived at the Duval mansion. The Aunt rose from her seat
at the sound of the car to look out the window. Daniel kissed
Ivana's hand, looking into her eyes in a cheap imitation of the
matinee idol he could never be. He then moved in for the calculated
kiss, which seemed to fill her with some apprehension. Susanna opened the door and watched silently as he kissed Ivana, who might
have been spared worse when Daniel's cell phone rang.
“Aren't
you going to answer?”
“Who
wants to answer?” he replied, kissing her more.
“Whom
do you think you're playing with?” she asked.
“You
think I'm playing with you?” he asked. The phone kept ringing. He
ignored it and kept kissing her.
Maria
Dolores heard the recorded message about the phone being out of the
service area and ended the attempt at reaching Daniel. Julian
appeared and she told him Daniel wasn't answering his phone.
Ivana
sat at her vanity and Susanna knocked on the open doorway as she
entered the room. Ivana was in no mood to talk. Her Aunt was a bit
perturbed by what she had seen. Ivana was peeved at earlier events,
particularly the remark about the dessert. Susanna reminded her she
should be following in her mother's footsteps. Her mother had been
intelligent, elegant, and above all beautiful. Ivana got a good shot
in pointing out her aunt's envy of her mother. It shocked her into
silence and she left.
Daniel
finally returned Maria Dolores' calls. She told him she was at the
police station about her father's murder. She told him she needed
him. He quickly ended the call, not wanting to be a shoulder to cry
on.
“My
call was cut off,” she told Julian, who did provide that shoulder
and more.
Esperanza
was at home, crying on the bed. Clara watched over her and listened.
It
was morning before Maria Dolores was able to talk to someone at the
police station. The man implied that she had done something wrong by
moving a dead body, but she replied that her father had been alive.
“We
have to make sure you're telling the truth. That you aren't the
killers.”
Julian
was outraged. Maria Dolores demanded to know why he refused to
believe them. Why would she kill her father?
Max
arrived and heard this. He walked in and his eyes met Maria
Dolores'.
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