The Beast That Was Max (5 page)

“My enemy."

"Come on, lady, cut the crap."

"My captor and former lover—now my enemy because I escaped him."

"Great. Always good to get the full briefing, right, Max? And how is this mook tracking you? You were supposed to be clean at the pick up."

"He's `ap thm`op, a sorcerer with roots still in my spirit. He knows I'm in this city because he feels my anticipation of freedom. But it was my display with you, Max, that allowed him to pinpoint me. I am sorry. I acted impulsively, from my hunger. I felt you as a kindred being, and the loneliness . . . my appetite . . ." She put a hand to her forehead and shook her head. "I should have contained myself. Now he knows something of you, as well as my interest in you. He will be jealous, and even more angry at my betrayal."

Lee continued to stare at her for a moment, then settled in his seat. "Right. Max, are we having a psychotic moment or something?"

"She's right about someone coming after us. Don't you trust my instincts after all this time?" At the prospect of bloodshed, the Beast tested Max's control. Sensing potential for a feast, it allowed the flow of Max's controlled breathing to calm it.

Mani sat forward, put a hand over the back of Max's seat. Her fingertips brushed his shoulder. "Your teacher has brought you far along the path of chi kung breathing exercises. The monster in your head responds well. I barely escaped when I was inside you."

"How did you know I was taught by a woman?"

"I was inside you. I know all the women who have touched you."

"Then you know what happens to most of the women I meet."

Mani drew back her hand. "I know what you do to those you desire."

Images from the night's hunt blossomed in the darkness of his mind: a breast stained with blood, a thigh cut to the bone, a dangling eye peering into a place within him Max could not see. "Then don't taunt me."

She sat back, closed her eyes. "I'm not. I can teach you things. More, much more than I already have."

Lee waved his hands in the air between them. "Excuse me, girls. Can we get back to this supposed tail? How many are with this old boyfriend of yours? What are they driving? What kind of firepower are they carrying? Are they professional, or is this just a family thing?"

Mani shook her head. "I don't know. More than one car, I'm sure, though I don't know what kind. Rithisak's family must be with him—"

"Aha! At last, a name."

"—and many of them worked for Pol Pot's regime, so you may consider them professional."

Lee struck Max's biceps once with the back of his hand. "We probably know them; shit, we worked with enough of the bastards. I can see why the higher-ups weren't too concerned about them. They were pretty good against unarmed civilians, but the Vietnamese sure kicked their asses in a hurry."

"What is Rithisak's power over you?" Max asked, his hands becoming cold at the thought of a repetition of the body exchange. "What did you mean when you said his roots are still inside you?"

Mani slumped in the backseat. "He found me in the countryside, a child, survivor of a village destroyed by beisac, the souls of the murdered risen from hell to consume the food of the living," she said, her voice faint, shaky.

"Ghosts?" Lee asked. "How about a Khmer Rouge execution squad? Or were the Vietnamese dropping napalm left behind during the collapse and withdrawal by that time?"

"My father told the villagers to leave food out as an offering to the beisac. But it was a hard year and there was nothing to spare. Because my people kept the village apart from the larger world, there were no neighbors to go to for help. And misfortune had been so long between visits that many did not believe they would suffer. My father tried to appease the beisac himself, but his pitiful offerings only angered them. They came. Or they angered the Khmer Rouge by filling their minds with lies about my village. Or they gazed into the souls of Khmer Rouge soldiers and drove them mad with reflections of their own hellish rage. Or maybe my people just ran into some bad luck after a thousand years of peace. However your Western minds want to interpret what happened.

"I saw my mother and father die. My brothers and sisters, friends, even the ox, and the dog, and the pigs. My jacket and pants were still soaked in their blood when Rithisak found me. The screams, I can still hear them today. . . ."

"Why did this sorcerer want you?" Max asked.

"Rithisak was drawn to my village by the plague of beisac. He was studying the ways of those spirits to harness their power. He found my trail, tracked and found me, eager to discover how I had escaped alive. I showed him how I made my spirit small, too small for anyone to notice. It was how my father, the village
kru
, the shaman, taught me to escape the Khmer Rouge—to become like a thing without a soul, rock or deadwood, so no one would think to shoot me because I already seemed dead. My father chose to try to protect the village rather than escape. The others who knew the trick were too frightened by the spirits to remember its casting. They were used to avoiding mortal soldiers, modern machines, not demons. Since I lived with my father's magic, I was used to the terror of rageful spirits."

"Yeah, I can see why you get along so well with Max," Lee said.

Mani ignored him. "Rithisak was impressed by my trick, and fascinated by the tracks the beisac left on my soul as they sniffed and prodded the dead thing I'd become. He offered his protection. I was a young girl with no place in the world. The blood, the screams . . . I'd never been alone before." Mani's hand slid across the window as she looked out at the passing buildings. "I've never been alone." She shook her head. "I had to go with him. But I also felt his power, and I knew he wanted mine. He was hungry, like the beisac. I believed myself clever enough to steal his secrets before he could take mine, and make him my servant. With him by my side, I felt I could go out into the world and survive. I played the tricks a girl thinks will turn the heads of older men. I tried to seduce him.

"He let me believe I was gaining power over him. I exposed my desire, fished for his power. But I discovered he had surrendered nothing of himself to me. I had no hold on him. His desires, his appetites were well protected, and there I was, naked to him in my raw hunger with no place to hide. Nothing more than a small, foolish spirit. I needed him, the pulse of his strength and the calm of his presence, like a poppy addict needs the pipe. I seduced myself. Traded freedom for the illusion of safety. He sank his roots into me, and over time he grew stronger from the pleasure he took from me, and from his use of me as a tool in games with rivals, the government, and drug lords. You've already experienced one of the tricks I learned from him." She straightened, sat up, and shifted her body. The air in the car thickened, the curves of her presence called, tempted, invited.

"Is it getting hot in here?" Lee asked, then turned to Mani, face flushed. "Listen, when I get back and you get settled wherever they're going to put you, you want to get together?"

Max fought with the Beast, found himself losing control. "If you want to live through the night, stop that.”

“That was another," she said, relaxing.

Max cracked the window open and turned on the vent fan. The twins also stoked the sexual appetite of their prey before the kill. They had never turned the tactic on him, and after the brush with Mani, he knew he could never control himself or the Beast if they ever toyed with him in similar fashion. He counted both the twins and himself fortunate that they handled their powers responsibly. "Is that how you escaped him?" he asked finally.

"I couldn't seduce him before he showed me how to use my body. He was not so stupid as to teach me skills against which he had no defense."

"Then how did you escape?"

Lee broke in. "Who cares? Are you actually buying any of this bullshit?"

"The only way to find out about who is chasing us is to find out what she believes about him."

Lee thrust his finger at the road ahead. "Let's just get to Oman's, set up the Nowhere House, and let Rithisak wander the South Bronx looking for her."

"He will find me," Mani said with certainty.

Max checked his watch again. "There's still time." Lee looked out the window at Yankee Stadium passing by. "You thinking of setting up an ambush? Why not just race them to the house."

"We might have to face them anyway. If they can track her outside the Nowhere House, they could wait in the neighborhood until we go out to deliver her to the next pickup." The Beast screamed. "Besides, I'm interested in blood...."

Mani shifted again in the backseat, stretching her arms and back. Max caught her in the rearview mirror staring, lips parted, at the back of his head.

Lee waved a thumb in her direction. "What about her safety? Shouldn't we call for backup?"

"She won't be in danger." The Beast's cry was a steady siren in his head.

"No, unless we both get killed."

They looked at each other. Lee laughed. Max smiled.

The smile evaporated when he glanced at Mani. Blank spaces in her story teased him. Balancing himself between the control of his breathing and the Beast's rage, he said, "The question. You never answered it. How did you get away? What weaknesses did you exploit?"

"His pride."

"Shit, I get kicked in my pride every day," Lee said, reaching under the seat and pulling out a gun bag. "You have more than this in the glove compartment, I hope," he said to Max, pulling out a Remington auto shotgun.

"The trunk, under the panels. We need specifics, Mani."

"He believes he's invulnerable."

"Trust me, that's a good thing if you keep getting kicked in your pride," Lee said, loading shells into the Remington.

"Every year I've been with him, he's grown stronger.
 
His enemies fall, his influence grows. Even in defeat, he finds ways to win. Whether it's a curse whose consequence he turns back on its sender, or a ruined drug deal he gives up to government officials for favors, or a weapons shipment he loses to an enemy of his enemy, he always wins."

A grudging admiration for Rithisak's skills and good fortune grew in Max. He was a challenge, a test of Max's own skills. He would be fine prey.

He caught Mani's gaze in the mirror, read the eagerness to please him in her expression. And something else. A prickling sensation rose along the back of his neck.

"
Is
he invulnerable?" he asked.

A smile flickered across her face. A light glimmered in her eyes. "No."

"How did you use this pride of his?"

"I submitted, gave him what he wanted. I showed him what my father taught me, and served him in every plot he wove. I became his favorite tool."

Lee chuckled. "You sucked his dick until it was dry, I'm betting. I hate to tell you that's not what we had in mind."

"In working for him I worked with the men he dealt with, his allies and enemies. I chose among them, offering what they wanted. Me. Magic. Money. Treasures. And as my skill in seduction grew, I discovered Rithisak's true pleasures—how much young ginger and how many dried chilies to put in his dishes, what song relaxes him, which dance he prefers to see before he drifts away to sleep and dream. One night I danced and sang him to sleep, and then I stole the Sacred Sword he himself stole during the Lon Nol coup d'`etat, a thing one of my Cambodian benefactors wanted. I took film canisters of Cambodian massacres another desired, and records of drug transport routes, bank accounts, and Western dealers. These things bought me safe passage to the West, a new identity, and money.

"I just arrived in this country, but it's no different than the one I left. They pass me along, from one to another, eager to use me. They pretend to be strong, but I see their weaknesses. The monks' desire for sacred wisdom is as bright as their robes. The Japanese businessmen's lust for competitive advantages sticks out in their pants like raised canes. The refugees, with their wail for justice, are like children crying at the breast of their dead mother. They're blind to everything except what they want. They're not as subtle or guarded as Rithisak, but their hunger is just like his. Just like the beisac. It was different in my village, in the time long ago before the dead came with their craving for our food."

As her words rolled over him, Max caught a glimpse of his own vulnerability in Mani's abandonment of Rithisak. What would happen if he lost his own tool, the heart of his personal empire, the Beast? Mani had already shown him, whether she meant to or not. The Beast barked a protest, as honest as raw appetite. Max preferred not to dwell on the possibility, no matter how unlikely.

"Chilies and ginger?" Lee said. "Guess he didn't want a whole hell of a lot." He hesitated as he put the last shell in the shotgun, and a stunned expression crossed his face. He glanced at Max, twitching an eyebrow as a signal. "I can see why this guy is coming after you so heavy, you being his main moneymaker. Must be tough, having people wanting something out of you all the time." He placed the shotgun upright in a custom caddy between the two front seats, opened the glove compartment, took out the gun, and began to inspect it. "Hey, you'll have to excuse me for being so fucking stupid, but I can't figure out how if he had his claws into you on this deep spiritual level," he said, half mumbling, sliding out the clip and chambered round and studying the firing mechanism with fierce intensity, "and you couldn't break out of this hard-on jones for the guy for all these years, what changed? I mean, you're telling us about this slick plan of yours to get away, but how did you get him out of your system to walk out in the first place? Was it a Tina Turner thing—did he abuse you until you broke? Did you invent an antidote for his voodoo on you?" He put the clip back in the gun, chambered a round, turned around in his seat, and aimed at her head. "Or are you still hooked on him? Is this all some kind of game you assholes are running on our bosses, where Max and I are supposed to take a fall?"