Dopplegangster (35 page)
Authors: Laura Resnick
“Her objective at the sit-down, of course,” Max said, “was to identify doppelgangsters. But until she encountered the creature posing as Lopez, we didn’t know whether she could indeed do so. Tonight’s incident, however, was conclusive. We now know we have an excellent means of detecting the presence of a doppelgangster.”
“That’s a relief,” said Lucky.
I found it unnerving to hear Lopez’s perfect double described as “the creature.”
“But it was the first time I’d ever seen her react like that,” Lucky added. “So I wasn’t a hundred percent sure until I cut that thing and saw there was no blood.”
“You ripped open his face, Lucky!” I shuddered in remembered horror. “If that had been the real man, you’d go to prison for assaulting a police officer with a deadly weapon.”
“Well, let’s say I was ninety-five percent sure. Nelli never acted like that before, after all. Not even at the sit-down, when Danny was disrespecting her and deserved to get his leg chewed off.”
Nelli went back to snuffling at the piles of ephemeral matter that were scattered all over the floor.
“Yes, excellent notion, Nelli,” Max said. “Continue studying our adversary’s handiwork. We must learn all that we can from this encounter.”
“How are you feeling now, kid?” Lucky asked.
“Like I still want to scream.”
“It’s most unfortunate,” said Max, “that the doppelgangster was armed and dangerous.”
“Y’think?” said Lucky.
“Rather than destroying it,” Max said, “I would have liked to capture and question it. That’s why I hesitated, my dear fellow, to dispatch it after you exposed its true nature.”
“Great, so now we gotta
capture
one of those things?” Lucky said.
capture
one of those things?” Lucky said.
“One that isn’t as dangerous as this one was,” Max said.
“This one was only dangerous,” I said angrily, “because he was—”
“
It
, my dear,” Max said. “
It
. You need to dissociate that mystical, ephemeral creation from the man it resembled.”
It
, my dear,” Max said. “
It
. You need to dissociate that mystical, ephemeral creation from the man it resembled.”
“It didn’t
resemble
him,” I said in shaky voice. “It was absolutely identical to him! And it only became dangerous because you all attacked it—which is exactly what would make Lopez dangerous, too!”
resemble
him,” I said in shaky voice. “It was absolutely identical to him! And it only became dangerous because you all attacked it—which is exactly what would make Lopez dangerous, too!”
“That’s a fair point,” Max conceded. “The situation was fraught.”
“You really think that gun woulda worked?” Lucky asked Max. “It was in that thing’s hand when you lopped off its head, and—”
“Oh, God.” I felt faint again.
“—I saw it explode into dirt and stuff, too.”
Max frowned thoughtfully. “At the time, I was too agitated by the realization that the creature was armed with a deadly projectile weapon—as Detective Lopez himself would be—to consider this. But you bring up an interesting point, Lucky.”
“That the gun might not have fired?” I asked.
“Yes. Or that it may only have
seemed
to fire. The killer is a very talented sorcerer, but his creations are illusions, after all. They’re convincing, but they’re nonetheless subject to practical limitations.” Max added, “However, we’re theorizing without enough information. It’s also possible that a bullet which is part of such an elaborate duplicate may indeed be effective, as was the creature’s physical blow when it knocked down Lucky. So we must treat any armed doppelgangster with extreme caution.”
seemed
to fire. The killer is a very talented sorcerer, but his creations are illusions, after all. They’re convincing, but they’re nonetheless subject to practical limitations.” Max added, “However, we’re theorizing without enough information. It’s also possible that a bullet which is part of such an elaborate duplicate may indeed be effective, as was the creature’s physical blow when it knocked down Lucky. So we must treat any armed doppelgangster with extreme caution.”
“Good point, Doc. And even if the gun didn’t work,” Lucky said, “I guess the doppelgangster coulda picked up a real weapon—one of them swords you got on the table, maybe—and killed Nelli that way.”
“Speaking of Nelli,” I said to Max, “you never mentioned that if she detected a doppelgangster, she’d try to tear it apart!”
“She did react quite strongly, didn’t she?”
“So of course he—
it
—threatened to shoot her! Nelli shouldn’t have done that!”
it
—threatened to shoot her! Nelli shouldn’t have done that!”
I glanced in her direction, but the familiar seemed fully absorbed in her examination of the scattered debris.
“We must keep in mind,” Max said soothingly, “that Nelli entered this dimension to protect New York City from Evil. Therefore, she would naturally react with vehemence to encountering a mystical entity created by a killer for the specific purpose of cursing a human victim with certain death.”
“Oh, my God!” The realization hit me like a bucket of cold water. “Lopez!”
“It wasn’t Lopez,” Lucky said patiently. “It—”
“No,
Lopez
,” I choked out. “Duplicated! Cursed! In danger!”
Lopez
,” I choked out. “Duplicated! Cursed! In danger!”
“Madre di Dio!”
Lucky said. “She’s right! Now the killer’s trying to whack the cop!”
Lucky said. “She’s right! Now the killer’s trying to whack the cop!”
Max said decisively, “We must warn Detective Lopez.”
“Right away!” I said. “Now! Where’s my phone?” I gasped, suddenly remembering. “He called me! He was on the phone when I passed out.”
“That was he?” Max said. “Oh, dear. I thought you said it was your agent. So I told him you’d call him back and hung up.”
“You did
what?
”
what?
”
“Hey,” Lucky said, “you were lyin’ on the floor in a cold faint after seeing your boyfriend’s head cut off. You weren’t exactly in shape to talk business.”
“But—”
“In any case,” Max said soothingly, “this means we know that Detective Lopez was fine just a short while ago.”
“Oh, my God,” I said more slowly. “He was on the phone. He
heard
.” He must have thought I was in the middle of a deadly riot. And then Max had spoken to him. “If he realized where I was when he called me . . .”
heard
.” He must have thought I was in the middle of a deadly riot. And then Max had spoken to him. “If he realized where I was when he called me . . .”
“His doppelgangster looked for you here,” Lucky said, handing me my cell phone. “So the real McCoy might look for you here, too.”
“Yes.” My heart was pounding. I heard a siren in the distance, approaching fast.
Lucky heard it, too. He went still and listened intently. When it sounded as if the vehicle had turned onto Max’s street, Lucky’s eyes met mine. “Here comes the cavalry.”
The wailing siren came to a stop right outside the bookshop, then went silent. I heard a car door slam.
“Lucky,” I said faintly, “help me stand up. Max, go to the door and show him in.”
Max trotted around the nearby bookcase and headed for the door while Lucky hauled me to my feet. I felt like a toddler learning to walk, sure I would topple over at any moment. But I took a couple of faltering steps away from Lucky and toward the bookshop’s entrance.
The door crashed open. The bells rang wildly. Nelli gave a little bark and lunged in that direction.
Lucky grabbed her collar. “No, don’t,” he admonished. “This one might be the real thing.”
I heard Max say in a rush, “Ah, Detec-yahhh! Esther’s fine! She’s right here! There’s no need for a gu—
Agh!
”
Agh!
”
The sound of scuffling feet moved rapidly toward me. Max came around the bookcase by stumbling backward. He was propelled by Lopez, whose left hand was on Max’s throat. A gun was in his right hand. Lopez pointed it at Nelli and Lucky while his gaze went to me. Nelli growled.
I said, “No, Nelli!
No!
”
No!
”
Max’s knees sagged and he made a little choking sound, as if the grip on his throat was tightening. His distress agitated Nelli, who growled more vehemently.
“Are you all right?” Lopez said to me.
“You have to let him go, you’re upsetting the dog,” I said, terrified of what was about to happen.
“Maybe
that’s
not what’s making her growl,” Lucky said in an ominous voice.
that’s
not what’s making her growl,” Lucky said in an ominous voice.
“No,”
I said to Lucky. And then to Nelli, “Stop that!” And then to Lopez, “Please let Max go.”
I said to Lucky. And then to Nelli, “Stop that!” And then to Lopez, “Please let Max go.”
“Are you all right?” he demanded.
“I’m fine, I’m fine, everything’s fine,” I babbled. “You called at a bad moment, that’s all. I’m fine. Now please let him go.”
Nelli’s growls were getting louder.
Lucky’s hand crept toward the pocket where he kept his knife.
Lopez wasn’t looking at the gangster, but he saw the motion anyhow.
“Freeze!”
“Freeze!”
Lucky froze. We
all
froze. Nelli even stopped growling.
all
froze. Nelli even stopped growling.
Lopez said more calmly, “You’re sure you’re okay?”
I tried to sound calm, too. “Yes.”
“What happened?”
I shook my head. “It’s hard to explain, but . . .” I searched for something that would get him to let go of Max, so Nelli would calm down. “They were protecting me.”
It worked. He released Max. Then he said, “Is there anyone else here?”
“Well, not anymore,” Lucky said.
Max staggered toward me, wheezing for air. I caught him by the arm and patted his back.
As Lopez holstered his gun, he looked around at the unsanitary mess covering this portion of the shop. “What the hell is going on here?”
Realizing that Nelli was calmer now, Lucky released her collar. She looked uncertainly at Lopez for a moment, then crept forward and delicately sniffed his legs while Lucky said, “Oh, this mook came into the store a little while ago and got out of hand, that’s all.”
“Who?”
Lucky looked at me. I looked at Max.
Max said faintly, “We have not yet ascertained the name of the individual responsible for the mayhem here tonight.”
Good answer.
Looking again at the mess surrounding us, Lopez asked, “What
is
all this crap?”
is
all this crap?”
“It’s ephemeral matter,” Lucky said. “Makes a helluva mess, don’t it?”
“What’s it doing here?”
“It came with the mook,” Lucky said.
Lopez stared at him. “Did the mook say
why
he had a load of feathers, dirt, and pebbles with him?”
why
he had a load of feathers, dirt, and pebbles with him?”
“He didn’t happen to say why,” Lucky said. “Fortunately, it’s over now and everyone is fine. It’s good thing me and Nelli came back from our walk when we did.”
“Nelli?” Lopez looked down at the dog. She paused in her olfactory examination of him to meet his gaze. After a moment, she wagged her tail hesitantly. “Max’s new roommate, I take it?”
“Yeah.”
“And why are there two swords and an ax on the table?”
“They’re antiques,” Lucky said. “Max was showin’ us his collection.”
Lopez studied the objects. I had a feeling he was looking for blood. My gaze went involuntarily to the blade which had beheaded his perfect double tonight. Fortunately, the weapons were so old, they really did look like collector’s items. It occurred to me they were probably valuable.
“All right,” Lopez said, “I’ll need a statement from each of you—except Nelli—and a description of the guy who came in here.”
“We didn’t get a good look at him,” Lucky said.
Lopez looked at Lucky, who looked at Max, who looked at me.
I said, “Um . . .”
There was a long, extremely uncomfortable moment of silence.
Lopez sighed and said, “Everyone who isn’t Esther, take a walk.”
Lucky bristled. “You got a warrant?”
“I don’t need a warrant to talk to her.” Lopez glanced at him. “And I’m sure I can come up with a reason for probable cause if I decide to search you right now for an unlicensed gun.”
“Max, let’s take a walk.” Lucky clipped Nelli’s leash back onto her collar.
“Er . . .” Max looked doubtful.
“It’s all right.” I squeezed Max’s arm reassuringly. We knew from Nelli’s reaction that this was the real Detective Lopez. “Take Nelli for a walk.”
Already halfway to the door with Nelli, Lucky added, “And bring some plastic bags, for the love of God. What do you feed this dog, anyhow?”
“Don’t say ‘dog.’ ” Max stumbled after them.
As soon as the doorbells chimed to hail their departure, I said to Lopez, “Have you seen your own perfect double?”
That caught him flat-footed. “Huh?”
“Have you seen anyone who looks just like you?”
He frowned. “You mean . . .
ever?
”
ever?
”
“No, I mean quite recently. Today. Maybe yesterday?”
“No,” he said. “Now what the he—”
“Think hard,” I said. “It might be someone who you think just looks a
little
like you.”
little
like you.”
“What are you talking about?” he said impatiently.
“We tend to think we look like the image we see in the mirror. But that’s a reflection, so what we’re seeing is actually in reverse. Actors have to know what others see when they look at us, but many people are surprised by their own appearance in photos and don’t really know what they look like.”
“Fascinating,” he said. “Now let’s talk about—”
“So have you seen anyone who looks even a little bit like you? Same height and build? Same age and coloring?”
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