Gecko (32 page)

“
Let’s try. Put your seat back, close your eyes and listen to me. We have a word in Maori, Ngaarara, that can mean many things, like insect, reptile or even monster. And we have a sort of legend, or maybe tale is a better word, about a kind of monster that my mother, and her mother before her called Ngaarara, for want of a better name.”

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This doesn’t sound like it’s going to be a bedtime story,” Jim thought.

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But it’s the story I’m going to tell you,” Donna thought, “so please listen, because it’s important.”

Then Donna told her story.

* * *

Long ago two girls climbed a tarata tree to pick the leaves to scent their oils, because they wanted to smell as pretty as they looked. The tree grew on a hill and when they saw the village in the valley below, the girls felt like birds, at one with the sky. The oldest was seventeen, the youngest, a girl named Mahina, was barely fifteen and she wanted to climb as high as she could, because she wanted to touch the clouds.

Mahina was very happy that day, but her happiness was quickly chased away by the sound of a man below, calling up to them.

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Which one of you will come and be my bride?”

The girls looked down and were frightened at the sight of him. He was old and withered, with stringy hair and slits that hid his eyes.

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Not me, sir,” the older girl said. “because I am going to marry my sweetheart in three days time.”

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Then it will be you.” The man pointed a bony finger at Mahina.

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Not I,” Mahina answered, “for I have no wish to marry for many years.”

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I am sorry, but you cannot refuse.”

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But I do refuse,” Mahina said.

Then, all of a sudden, they were covered in a cloud of blue smoke and when it had cleared away the man was gone, but in his place was a giant green tree gecko. And it was laughing.

The girls shuddered at the laughter, because if you hear the laughter of a green gecko, it means someone close to you will die. The only way to avoid the curse is to catch and burn the reptile before death comes to the village.

Again there was smoke and, quick as a wink, the man was back and the girls knew at once that it was no ordinary old man on the ground below them, it was Ngaarara, the evil Gecko Man.

“
I have come searching for a bride.” He pointed that bony finger again. “And I choose you, Mahina.”

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But I don’t choose you.” Mahina looked straight into his slitted eyes, trying not to be afraid. “So go away.”

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You have heard my pet’s laughter. If you refuse, death will meet your family before your feet touch the ground. All will die, your mother, father, brothers and sisters. Even your little niece, who I know you love very much.”

Mahina knew this was true, so with sadness in her eyes and a heavy heart, she nodded her head, climbed down from the tree and Ngaarara, the Gecko Man, took her away.

The older girl ran back to the village and told Mahina’s family and they were overcome with grief, but there was nothing they could do, because the evil Ngaarara was already gone.

However, after some time, Mahina was able to convince Ngaarara that she had accepted her fate and one day she told him that she wanted to take him home to meet her family. The Gecko Man agreed, because he had fallen in love with her and he wanted to make her happy.

So the very next day he took her back to her village. He remained at the outskirts, while Mahina went to her father’s house to make arrangements for the meeting and a feast to follow. After awhile she returned and told Ngaarara that he was to be received in her father’s house and that he would be accepted as a son. This made Ngaarara happy and he walked tall and proud when he entered the village, puffing up like a peacock when he was greeted by Mahina’s father and brothers.

“
Where are the women?” the Gecko Man asked.

“
They are doing what women do while we men eat and drink,” Mahina’s father said and he sent Mahina away.

Ngaarara was delighted. It was the best meal he’d ever had and for the first time in his life he felt like he belonged, like he had a family.

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Now,” Mahina’s father said when the sun started to go down, “you wait here while we go and bring the women and a special surprise.”

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Go, go.” Ngaarara was ecstatic, a special surprise for him. “Get it and hurry back and when you return, I’ll tell you my secret.”

But the surprise the men had for Ngaarara was not to be to his liking. Mahina’s father and brothers barred the door and piled firewood under the windows. Then they burned the Gecko Man alive, because everyone knows the only way to really kill a being like Ngaarara is to burn him until he’s nothing more than ash.

After the fire burned itself out, the villagers sang and danced throughout the night. Mahina was back and Ngaarara was dead.

* * *

“
That’s the traditional end of the story. Mahina returns to her village and everybody lives happily ever after, but there’s more,” Donna thought.

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Ngaarara’s secret,” Jim thought.

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Precisely,” Donna thought. “The Gecko Man’s secret.”

* * *

Mahina and all the villagers thought that her husband had the power to turn into a giant gecko whenever he wanted, like she’d thought he’d done in the smoke that day he’d come to take her away. But that afternoon, when she’d come to fetch him from the outskirts of the village, Ngaarara told his young wife his secret and it was this. The giant gecko and the man with the slitted eyes, were one and the same, but not the way she had thought. They were two parts, bound to each other, the same and different, never far apart.

Kill the man and the gecko finds a replacement by anointing another, whose mind is then taken over. Kill the gecko and the man finds a replacement by anointing a small green tree gecko which is transformed into a man-sized giant. This way the evil pairing goes on forever.

Unfortunately Mahina didn’t get a chance to tell her father this before they burned Ngaarara. He was not one, but two. They hadn’t killed him. They just made him angry. Very angry.

* * *

“
You see, Jim Monday, I know this to be true, because that young girl stolen by Ngaarara was my grandmother’s grandmother. This story has been handed down on the female side of my family for generations, because we know that someday he is going to come back and seek his revenge.”

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And you think that thing that killed Roma is the Gecko Man coming after you?”

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I do.”

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Your mother told you that story to put you asleep?”

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Among others.”

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Was she trying to scare you to sleep?”

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No, she was trying to make me aware,” Donna thought. “Now lay back and think about what I have told you.”

* * *

“
Excuse me sir.” He felt a squeeze on his shoulder and almost screamed.

“
You’ll have to raise your seat for the landing.” It was the stewardess with the freckles. “Did you enjoy the flight?”

“
You’re kidding. I’ve been on edge ever since we left L.A.”

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I guess I was kidding. I did see that you were pretty anxious, but you made it.”

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Yeah, I did.” He smiled. “The plane didn’t fall out of the sky, I didn’t flip out. All in all, I guess I’m pretty pleased with myself.” Then he asked, “What’s the local time?”

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It’s 10:45.” She squeezed his shoulder again. “I hope you enjoy your stay in New Zealand.”

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Me too.” He started to adjust his watch.

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Oh, and it’s Wednesday. We lost a day when we crossed the date line.”

He thanked her and she continued down the aisle, checking seatbelts and seatbacks.

“
We lost a day,” he thought. “I hadn’t counted on that.”

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And I don’t know anything about Whangarei. It seems so hopeless.”

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I thought you were from there?”

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No, I’m a city girl, from Auckland. Never been to the North Country, till this.”

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Why did you go and what’s the last thing you remember?” He asked, trying to keep his mind off of the descending plane.

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My older brother lives in Whangarei. He and his fiancée just moved up, and they were getting married. We came for the wedding. We arrived Tuesday night and we stayed at the Park Side Motel. I had my own room. I remember going to sleep. I don’t remember waking up.”

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Your parents must be sick with worry.”

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I know. I thought about asking you to call them, but that would only complicate things.”

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It seems the logical place to start looking is the motel. It’s the only clue we have.”

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You’ll find me. I just know it.”

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First we have to get through customs,” he thought, and they both began to worry.

The plane bucked and he grabbed on to the armrests with white knuckles.

“
Just a little turbulence,” the stewardess said as she made her way back down the aisle, “nothing to worry about.” But Jim worried all the way to the ground. He was still worrying when he was in line at Immigration and Passport control.

“
I don’t look a bit like Eddie Lambert,” he thought.

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It feels like your heart is going to beat right out of your chest. If you don’t calm down, you’re going to have a heart attack.”

He tried to control his breathing.

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And stop sweating. It feels like I’ve just stepped out of the shower.”

“
Next,” a voice called.

Jim looked up. He was at the head of the line. The voice wanted him. He walked ahead, presented his passport. The man opened it, glanced at the photo, turned to a middle page, stamped and returned it.

“
Next,” he said again, through with Monday.

“
He barely looked at the picture,” Monday thought, as another control officer passed with a sniffer dog. The dog passed his nose over Jim’s carry-bag and kept going. “The dog even okayed me.”

“
Let’s go,” Donna thought.

Fifteen minutes later they were driving out of the airport in a red Toyota, rented with Eddie Lambert’s Visa Card. The eye patch was back in Jim’s pocket.

“
Get over!” The thought was a screech going through his brain. “You’re on the wrong side of the street.”

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Forgot.” He jerked the car to the left side of the road.

It was two hours later and 2:00 in the afternoon when they stopped at a Mobil Station just outside Whangarei for directions to the Park Side Motel and petrol. Jim remembered the last Mobil Station he’d stopped at, just outside of another small town, and he thought of Glenna. He was glad she was going to be okay. Then he looked in the side mirror and watched as the attendant put petrol in the car. The last time a gas jockey put gas in his car in California was sometime back in 1975.

Five minutes later he shut off the engine, grabbed his bag, locked the car and entered the lobby of the Park Side Motel.

“
Do you have a room for a few days?” he asked the man behind the desk.

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Sure do, we’re mostly empty. It’s early.” The man had a nervous tick in his left eye and he smelled like fresh earth. “Excuse the clothes.” He handed Jim a registration card, “but I’m the gardener too.”

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I’m looking for someone who checked in last Tuesday.” Jim noticed the dirty corner on the card as he filled it out. He used Eddie Lambert’s name.

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And who would that be?” the man asked as Jim watched him pick at the dirt under his nails with a clean card.

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I’m looking for some friends that came up for a wedding.”

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The Tuhiwais?” The man set the folded card aside, tick going crazy.

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Yeah. I was supposed to meet them here four days ago, but I missed my flight,” Jim lied. “I called their home in Auckland and there was no answer. I was wondering if they’re still in town?”

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You don’t know?”

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What?” Jim thought he knew, but he wanted the man to tell him.

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Their daughter Donna went missing the night they checked in. At first they thought she might have been kidnapped, but the parents don’t have much money. Now they think she ran off.”

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Ran off?”

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Who knows why kids do what they do today. If you want to know anything more, you’ll have to ask the police.”

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I’ll do that.” Jim thanked the man, whose eye was batting up a storm now.

“
Here’s your key. You have her room.” The man was trying to force his eye to stay closed and not having much success.

“
Her room?”

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The same room Donna Tuhiwai was in last week.”

“
Coincidence, or did you do that on purpose?”

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Just coincidence,” the man said, struggling to keep his eye slammed shut. Jim didn’t believe him.

He flopped on the bed as soon as he entered the room, stared at the ceiling and tried to think. Donna went missing from this room less than a week ago. She was being held in a windowless room somewhere, strapped to a hospital bed. There had to be more, something he was missing.