Larry Kent: Cry Blood, Baby
By Larry Kent
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Eleanor Gesualdi was a friend, that’s all. At least that’s what Larry Kent kept telling himself. But when he received a long-distance call from Eleanor, and learned that someone was trying to kill her, he realized his feelings went a whole lot deeper than that.
Then Eleanor just vanished ... and Larry spared no effort in trying to find her ... or what had become of her.
The trail led to a husband with a secret, a Mob connection, a hard-nosed cop who became a faithful ally ... and one violent death after another ...
Larry Kent
Larry Kent is the house name of writers who contributed to a series of detective series in the 1950s. Kent worked as a P.I., smoking Luckies and drinking whiskey. His stomping grounds are pure New York, full of Harlem nightclubs and Manhatten steakhouses, but he did occasionally venture further afield, to Vegas, South America, Los Angeles, Berlin, Cuba and even New Jersey.
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Larry Kent - Larry Kent
Eleanor Gesualdi was a friend, that’s all. At least that’s what Larry Kent kept telling himself. But when he received a long-distance call from Eleanor, and learned that someone was trying to kill her, he realized his feelings went a whole lot deeper than that.
Then Eleanor just vanished … and Larry spared no effort in trying to find her … or what had become of her.
The trail led to a husband with a secret, a Mob connection, a hard-nosed cop who became a faithful ally … and one violent death after another …
LARRY KENT 657: CRY BLOOD, BABY
By Don Haring
First Published by The Cleveland Publishing Pty Ltd
Copyright © Piccadilly Publishing
First Digital Edition: April 2019
Names, characters and incidents in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information or storage and retrieval system, without the written permission of the author, except where permitted by law.
This is a Piccadilly Publishing Book
Series Editor: David Whitehead
Text © Piccadilly Publishing
Published by Arrangement with The Cleveland Publishing Pty Ltd.
Chapter 1 … murder—come home …
She had a high bosom and a low boiling point.
And right at that moment both were very much in evidence.
I was in the Savoy Hotel, London. My guest
was Sylvia Slocum, whose husband, Sir Henry Slocum, was out of England looking after his worldwide holdings—as he was more often than not. Which meant Sylvia was on the prowl most of the time. Actually, she was ready, willing and available even when Sir Henry was in residence at the Slocums’ London manse, for the old boy was in his seventies and couldn’t remember the last time he’d come across anything more exciting than a fast business deal. Besides, he got under the sheets no later than nine p.m. every night and was asleep in a matter of minutes.
Sylvia didn’t even bother with sheets.
She put a finger in my hair and tried to make a curl. What time is it?
she asked.
Why?
I want to know how long it’s been.
Huh?
She laughed low in her throat.
Oh,
I said, getting it. You want to know how long it’s been since—
Yes,
she said.
Well, it’s ten minutes to eight.
Fourteen minutes.
Are you trying to establish some kind of a record?
She grasped my wrist, pulled my hand to her. I’m just storing up some memories. You say you’re going back to New York in a few days.
Well, once I give evidence in court tomorrow my business here is finished.
Your business ...
She pressed my hand hard against her. ... isn’t nearly finished.
I looked into her wide-set gray eyes, moved my gaze down to her full, hungry lips, parted now, white teeth gleaming. Her long auburn hair spilled over the pillow. My eyes took in her lushness. A lovely English rose without a thorn on her ...
Nothing,
I said, annoys me like unfinished business.
Just then the phone rang.
She pulled me to her.
The phone,
I said.
There is none, Larry.
It kept ringing.
You’re not home,
she said.
The man at the desk knows I’m up here.
You’re in the bath. You can’t get out of the bath just to answer the phone.
It could be important.
If it is, they’ll ring again later. Come here …
I tried to forget the damned jangling by concentrating my attention in other directions, but the shrill persistence of it had about the same effect as a pail of ice-cold water.
You’re beginning to remind me of Henry,
Sylvia said with a defeated sigh. Oh, for heaven’s sake answer the stupid thing and get it over with!
So I removed myself from the arena with as much dignity as possible under the circumstances, walked to the phone table and put the receiver to my ear.
Is this Mr. Kent?
asked the hotel operator.
Yes.
There’s a person-to-person long distance call from New York City. A Miss Eleanor Gesualdi.
This wasn’t quite accurate. She wasn’t Miss Gesualdi yet—her divorce wasn’t final. Eleanor was a good friend—so good a friend that I was acutely conscious of Sylvia behind me. The relationship between Eleanor and me was entirely platonic, but this is something women like Sylvia just can’t understand.
Put her through, please,
I said.
There were some clicks and static sounds, then the long distance operator’s voice came on: Mr. Lawrence P. Kent?
That’s right.
One moment, please.
More static, then Eleanor’s voice, sounding small and somehow childlike: Larry? Larry?
I’m here, kiddo,
I said gently.
I didn’t think I’d get to you. I—
Then her words came tumbling out: I got in touch with your answering service and I gave them that code name you told me about before you left—‘Grimwald’—I had it written on the back of a business card and I looked for it for hours. They wouldn’t give me any information about you until I—
Her voice broke.
Easy,
I said. Take it nice and slow. What’s your problem?
I shouldn’t be bothering you with my—
That’s how I want it, kiddo.
Eleanor began to sob. Just ... just give me a few seconds ...
Sure.
I felt Sylvia beside me. May I ask who that is, Larry?
A client.
Her voice was honey laced with acid. Do you call all your clients ‘kiddo’?
Eleanor was speaking again. I took my hand from the mouthpiece long enough to say, Just hold it for a few seconds, El.
I turned to Sylvia. Please put your claws away, honey. This happens to be a sweet kid who needs help.
Sylvia threw back her head and laughed harshly. Oh, we all need something, darling.
Are you going to sit down and let me make this call?
I’d like to hear what your ‘sweet kid who needs help’ has to say.
Her nostrils were dilated and there was a hard light in her eyes, but she kept her voice to a purr. May I just stand here? Or are you afraid your ‘client’ will find out you’re entertaining another woman?
She was a tease and a fatherless cat. And her smile told me that she thought she’d hit my problem right on the head. So I took my hand off the mouthpiece and spoke into it.
El?
Yes, Larry.
I’ve got a dame here in my room. Right now she’s wearing nothing but a smile. Change that to scowl. What do you think of that, El? Loud and clear, kiddo, so my ex-friend is sure to hear it.
What ... what do you want me to say?
Tell her how much you care about my affairs.
Maybe I shouldn’t have called.
Tell her, kiddo. Tell her how much you care.
Larry and I are friends, that’s all,
Eleanor said.
Thanks, kiddo. Look, hold the line just another few seconds.
I put my hand over the mouthpiece again, looked at Sylvia. She moistened her lips. I said, Put on your rags and get the hell out of here.
She tried a smile, blinked her eyes repentantly. I’m sorry, darl—
Out.
The fatherless cat came back. Just who do you think you—
Out, or I’ll toss you in the hall just as you are.
And I’ll scream bloody murder!
Sir Henry would love that.
Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. Sir Henry was worth maybe ten million—pounds. This is enough to keep almost any woman quiet. I turned my back on Sylvia, talked into the mouthpiece:
All right, kiddo, I’m listening.
Larry, I’m sorry if I—
Forget it. Now what’s the problem?
Someone—someone tried to kill me.
This stopped me for a moment. You’re sure?
Yes, I’m sure.
What happened?
I ... I have a glass of milk every morning. The milk is delivered—a bottle is placed outside my apartment door. Well ... I poured myself a glass and was about to drink it when Sparky—that’s my cat—meowed. So I poured her a saucer of milk. Then there was an announcement on the radio that caught my attention for a minute or so. I ... all of a sudden the cat made strange sounds. She was writhing on the floor. Then she was still ... dead!
Did you go to the police?
I didn’t know what to do. I—I guess I panicked. I went outside and walked around for a while. Finally I decided to go back to the apartment and call the police. But ...
Yes, El?
Sparky was gone. The cat was gone, Larry!
What about the milk?
There was a fresh, unopened bottle on the kitchen table. Larry, look, I—I know I spent some time in a sanitarium, but I swear—
I believe you, kiddo.
I couldn’t go to the police after that! They’d say I was—was crazy!
Her voice caught. Maybe I am.
Don’t talk like that. Now listen—that husband of yours—when was the last time you saw him?
Weeks ago.
Does he have a key to your apartment?
He had one when we were living together, but he gave it to me.
He could have had a duplicate cut in fifty places in the city. Where are you calling from?
My apartment.
Do you have a gun?
No.
Let’s see ... it’s a little after four in the afternoon there right?
Yes.
El, I wish I could fly to you right away. But I have to appear in court tomorrow. As soon as I’m finished I’ll grab a plane. In the meantime I don’t want you to be alone.
Larry.
She said my name urgently.
Yes, kiddo.
"You do believe me, don’t