2 Free Fiction Monday: Scrawny Pete January 3rd, 2011 Add a Comment Crime reporter Atkins discovered Scrawny Pete at the scene of a murder-suicide. The hard-bitten reporter took to the cat, and the cat took to him. Together they traveled through the city on the police beat, until the day they came across another crime, one that Scrawny Pete understood. A story by Shamus Award-nominated writer Kristine Kathryn Rusch. Available for 99 cents on Kindle, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords, and other e- bookstores. Also available in the collection Five Feline Fancies (Kindle, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords).
3 Scrawny Pete Kristine Kathryn Rusch Published by WMG Publishing Copyright 2010 by Kristine Kathryn Rusch
4 He found Scrawny Pete, flea-bitten, hair coming out in patches, and eyes like a baby s, in a fifth floor walk-up, crouched beside two dead bodies. The cat wouldn t come to anyone but him, and in a moment of weakness, he took the damn thing. The vet d cleaned him up, put antibiotics on the scabs, gave Atkins some salve and some special food and sent him on his way. A cat owner. And not just any cat. Scrawny Pete was on his way to becoming a legend. The dead bodies had been part of a domestic. Typical, in its way. Murder-suicide. Always seemed that the man shot the woman and ate the gun. Fifteen years on the crime beat for whichever daily tabloid paid him enough to write his five hundred words of wisdom showed him that there was nothing in the human existence that someone didn t try to solve with a gun. In the mouth, out of the mouth, in the heart, in the stomach, it didn t matter. In America, someone whipped out a gun and entire lives ended. A flash, an instant, leaving more heartbreak than any newspaper
5 could cover. As if it wanted to. Whoever said, All happy families are alike, but all unhappy families are unhappy in their own ways, had been more right than Atkins wanted to imagine. The problem with Scrawny Pete, as Atkins soon learned, was that the damn cat was terrified of being alone. Surprisingly, loud noises didn t bother him, and neither did the smell of blood, but his own company in the quiet of Atkins s apartment drove the cat absolutely crazy. Atkins tried leaving the television on, and bringing home a kitten, but Scrawny Pete was intelligent enough to know that a TV wasn t company, and he didn t tolerate any furry companions in his fancy abode. Somehow the damn cat talked Atkins into taking him everywhere. Atkins started wearing a great coat with a large pocket that Scrawny Pete who was smaller than most six-month-old kittens took to riding in. Atkins found that Pete could be smuggled anywhere, restaurants, hotels, even doctor s offices. And once he started writing about Pete in his column, well, he didn t
6 have to smuggle the cat anywhere any more. It was June 21 st, one year to the day after he d gotten Scrawny Pete, that he found himself taking an old Otis to the top floor of a scrungy apartment building on the lower East Side. The cops were already on the scene. Some rookie was standing outside the main door, arms crossed, unwilling to let in any comers even with press badges until he saw Scrawny Pete. Atkins mumbled as the Otis s doors slid open on the fourteenth floor that if he d known a cat was worth more than a press badge he d ve gotten the cat years ago. Scrawny Pete had no answer. If anything, the cat seemed tenser than usual. Pete was always unnaturally tense. Atkins attributed it to the poor critter s upbringing by such obviously happy folk. He could only imagine how awful it had been. The walk-up hadn t had any cat food. The only sign that a cat had even lived there were the claw marks on the livingroom sofa. Obviously the happy couple had let Scrawny Pete fend for his dinner in the hall with the other stray cats, and had let him the bulk of his life
7 outside which had probably been good for Scrawny Pete or he might have been the first to taste the gun, long before hubby decided the family needed a vacation in Never-Never-Land. But in this hallway, which smelled of grease and garlic and Asian cooking, overlaid with filth and a bit of despair, Pete s naturally tense body became a hard little wire. Atkins put a hand on Pete s back, like he used to do when they first started traveling together, before he realized that nothing not honking horns, not screaming people, not the breeze from a passing train could spook Pete enough to make him leave the pocket. Pete s security was Atkins, and that cat wasn t ever going to let go. Apartment 14A had a crooked metal sign and an open presswood door, the outside of which had once seen the backside of someone s foot. The breaks in the wood weren t new and they weren t clean, and all they left was a thin layer of really cheap oak covering between the inhabitants or former inhabitants as the case might be and the rest of the world.
8 Atkins pushed his way inside, felt Pete turn into a statue against his side and start making little huffing noises. Two detectives stood inside, both in plainclothes, cheap off-the-rack suits that had seen better days. The ME stood over the bodies with the department s camera, preserving the scene for posterity, although it was obvious what had happened. Husband shot the wife before eating the gun. The air still had an acrid whiff from the double discharge. Atkins was surprised he could smell it over the stench of blood and voided bowels. The detectives recognized him, showed him where to stand so that he wouldn t violate the scene. Pete was still huffing, his fur rising on his back. Strange behavior. Stranger way still to spend their one-year anniversary. Atkins stared at the couple. Young, by the looks of their hands. Poor, by the looks of the apartment. But not that poor, by the looks of their stuff. In fact, a bit upscale for a neighborhood like this. Slumming, Atkins? one of the detectives asked.
9 Heard the call, he said, hand still on Pete. What is it about this day, hm? It s not Christmas. Not nothing at all. What makes people go off on this day? What? the detective said. There been other calls today? Atkins shook his head. A year ago today, I got Pete at a place just like this one. In fact His voice trailed off. He shuddered, something he hadn t done at a crime scene in more than a decade. What? the detective asked, but Atkins ignored him. Instead he crouched, put his hands up to his face as if he were forming a camera, and looked through the frame. Do bodies always fall like that in a murder-suicide? he asked. Like what? the detective asked. Side by side, twinned up like they re in bed next to each other, only they re on the floor.
10 Naw. The answer came from the ME. He d taken the last shot. Usually, they are in bed. It s only a few who do it in the middle of the living room. I think they had some kind of argument, he grabs the gun, waves it in her face, she thinks he ain t gonna do nothing, maybe even dares him, he shots, realizes what he s done, then shoots himself. Sounded plausible. Pete was making little sounds of distress. Atkins put his hand back in his pocket. Pete was shivering. In the whole past year, in all the strange situations, he d never once felt Pete shiver. Not even in the middle of winter. Never figured you for one of them animal lovers who took his friggin pet everywhere, the other detective said. Atkins shrugged, pretended an indifference he didn t really feel. It gets readers. Sure does, the first detective said. The wife reads your column now like you re writing the adventures of Scrawny Pete. You should mention him every day.
11 Yeah, Atkins said. He sure has a place in a story like this one. I don t see no story here, the ME said. Sad to tell, but who really cares when some guy takes out himself and his wife. Cept the friends and family, of course. Atkins looked at him. The ME was a skinny redhead with premature aging lines from frowning instead of too much sunlight. No kids? he asked. Not a one. How common is that? The ME shrugged. I m not a walking book of statistics. I mean, isn t it usually long-marrieds, or newly separateds, or bad divorces who resort to this? Can t say. The ME looked over his shoulder. But one of the detectives frowned. Where you going with this, Atkins?
12 Nowhere, he said. Just seems strange to me. The couple that I got Pete from, they were in this position, no kids, dead in the living room in a fifth floor walk-up not a lotta different from this. The world s weird, Atkins, one of the detectives said. Who d ve figured? It s like you and that crazy cat. Yeah, Atkins said softly, not taking his hand off Pete. Who d ve figured. *** It didn t stop him from checking anyway. Superstition was sometimes a reporter s best friend. He and Pete spent the afternoon digging through records, and what he found chilled him. The past five years, there d been a murder-suicide on the same date. Same day, same pose, different precincts. No one recognized the scene. And because it was looked like a murder/suicide, no one did more than a cursory investigation. Did he shoot her? Yeah. Did he shoot himself? Yeah. End of story. But not really.
13 Atkins called the detective in charge of the latest one, told him what he d learned, and didn t explain how he got his hunch, except to say that he remembered the anniversary of getting Pete. Pete was still freaked. Atkins had learned, in the year he d had Pete, that cats had memories, emotional memories, like people. The apartment drove him crazy; whenever one of the neighbors got to shouting, Pete dove under the couch. He sat in the corner like a terrified rabbit when Atkins wasn t home, not moving at all, defecating and urinating in the spot where Atkins left him in the morning. He d done that for a week before Atkins, who knew that Pete understood a litterbox, tried taking Pete to work. The rest, of course, was history. The detective didn t call back for two days. By then, Atkins was three columns away from the scene. He remembered it, of course. That night, Pete had slept like a baby in his arms, something he wouldn t admit to anyone, barely admitted to himself, and the cat seemed spookier than usual. But life marched on and Atkins
14 with it, turning in his five hundred words, crime beat, the most popular column in the city with or without mention of Scrawny Pete. Atkins, the detective said. Yeah? You got a story here. Want it? We wouldn ta got it without you. Reporters lived for calls like that. Atkins was no different, even after fifteen years. He went to the precinct, which was gray and dirty and smelled like ancient coffee, just like every other precinct in the city, and listened as the detective explained, in excruciating detail, how they went over the crime scene, how they found things that didn t exactly fit: a shoemark in blood that didn t belong to any of the cops; a handprint on the coffee table; fibers in the wounds that had nothing to do with either deceased. The detective didn t apologize. He knew that Atkins was a pro, Atkins understood how overworked they all were, how they liked to close cases, especially easy
15 ones, like a murder/suicide, how hard sometimes serial killings were to see. Luckily, or so the detective said, this one was easily solved. A neighbor one Tobias Craig heard the fighting, complained, complained again, finally decided to take matters into his own hands. Apparently he snapped every June 21 st. Left a visible trail once they knew what to look for. Every apartment super with the June 21 murders remembered the guy complaining about the noise. The cops had interviewed him at every scene and he d always been the one who said the expected litany: It don t surprise me, officers. They were fighting all the time. Atkins knew better than to ask for a why, but he got it anyway: Apparently Craig s name was all over the system, not as a criminal, but as a victim. Parents dead of a murder/suicide a confirmed one that happened in front of the children on June 21 st, He d been six at the time.
16 Atkins found the clippings, saw the blood-spattered children being led out of the apartment. In his imagination watched them watching their father pull out the gun like the ME had said, pull the trigger, kill his wife, then in sudden remorse, kill himself. He d forgotten the children, sleeping in the next room, the children who d crawled out of their shared bed to see what the noise was just in time to watch him eat his gun. Scrawny Pete d seen it of course. That explained the terrors, the fears of being left alone with neighbors who shouted and screamed. Was he their cat, the dead couple s? Or had he orignally been a stray who d taken food from Craig? No telling, and certainly Pete wouldn t say. Not in any way Atkins wanted to see anyway. So he wrote the column, asked if it could go on more than 500 measly words, and because he rarely asked, and because his longer columns usually got national attention, sometimes awards, his editor said sure. Atkins wrote the story, mentioning Pete s reaction to the smells, the repeated scene. Mentioning, only mentioning. And then he d gone on to reflect on the
17 way the system failed the victims and the way it created more victims and was it guns or the human race s innate violence that caused a man to shoot his wife and then himself, to start a ball rolling that would leave five couples dead after some kind of terror at the hands of a crazy man who d once been a blood-spattered sixyear-old kid. People didn t remember the analysis or the arguments or the excellent prose, some of the best of his career. Nope. They remembered the bizarre nature of the story, and they remembered Pete. And over the years, it became the crime that Pete solved, and Scrawny Pete became a legend. Atkins didn t mind. Cats could become legends. Reporters shouldn t. Reporters schlepped from scene to scene, observing, recording, trying to make sense out of one corner of the world. Sometimes he managed it, sometimes he didn t. But he was the best at it, for a few years at least. The years he had Scrawny Pete in his pocket.
18 Scrawny Pete by Kristine Kathryn Rusch first published as an Amazon Short, June 2005.
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