It was a shocking story, because they had raped and tortured her for the best part of three days, keeping her tied to an old bed frame which had lost its netting: she had been left hanging there, and her wrists and ankles hadn’t been able to take the strain and had broken. She was found with cuts all over her body and cigarette burns on her face; they’d forced a large hydraulic torque wrench into her anus and pushed into her vagina the spout of an electric kettle, with which they’d burned her little by little, to heighten her sufferings.
At first the people of Railway had tried to hide this horrific murder, but soon the whole town had found out and the criminal Authorities had intervened. They had ordered the Guardian of Railway to find the people responsible within a few days, beat them to death with clubs and hang their bodies up at the scene of the crime for a week, and then bury their corpses in a grave with no cross or any identifying mark.
And so it had been. We too had gone to look at the bodies of those murdering bastards strung up by their legs on the veranda of the empty school; they were swollen up like balloons and black all over from the beating. I averted my gaze, which then fell on the walls: they were very thick; I realized that while the girl was being tortured nobody had heard her screams. It must be difficult and terrifying to die in that way, knowing that only a few steps away from the hell in which you find yourself people are relaxing in their homes, doing the things they always do and not imagining even a fraction of the pain you’re suffering. The tears came to my eyes at the thought of this detaiclass="underline" ‘all the noise that can be made in here stays in here’; and this was nothing compared with what that poor soul must have gone through.
When we reached the front of the school I nudged Mel with my elbow to indicate that it was up to him to make the first move.
‘I can’t wait any longer, boys,’ he said at once, ‘I must have a pee. Let’s go to some place for a moment where I can “wait for the train” in peace.’
Beard looked first at Mel and then at me with a rather worried look on his face; perhaps he wanted to make some objection, but he didn’t, for fear of raising our suspicions, and merely said:
‘Okay, come on, I’ll show you a place. Here, inside the school.’
As soon as we got inside, Mel gave him a shove in the back and Beard fell face down on the frozen floor. He turned towards us with a terrified expression on his face:
‘What are you doing? Are you crazy?’ he asked in a trembling voice.
‘You’re the crazy one, if you think you can screw us like a couple of whores…’ I said, while Mel opened his flick-knife; he turned it over in his hand almost sadly and longingly, so that the blade threw a thousand reflections on the grimy walls covered with vulgar graffiti.
I walked slowly towards Beard, and he backed away on the floor at the same speed as me, until he came up against the wall. I kept talking to him, pretending I knew everything, to make him feel useless and afraid:
‘We came here specially to make an end of this whole business… You’ll see, it’s not nice to try and cheat the people of Low River.’
‘Don’t hurt me! It’s nothing to do with me!’ Beard started squealing sooner than expected. ‘I don’t know anything about your business, I’m just carrying out the Vulture’s orders…’
‘What orders?’ I asked him, pressing the tip of my boot against his side.
‘If anyone from Low River arrives, we have to take them straight to him!’ He was almost hysterical; he spoke in a hoarse little voice.
Mel moved in close and began to tease him with his knife, pushing the blade little by little through his clothes. With each move he made, the boy cried out louder, with his eyes closed, begging us not to kill him.
I waited a while, to let him simmer properly, and when I realized he’d reached the point where he couldn’t refuse me anything, I made my proposaclass="underline"
‘Tell me where we can find Finger, we’ll deliver the letter to him and you’ll live. But don’t try to trick us – we know this lousy dump of yours, and if you send us to the wrong place we’ll realize it. And if we don’t find Finger we’ll kill you, but not with a knife: we’ll beat you to death, breaking every bone in your body first…’
In a few seconds he sketched in the air the correct route to Finger’s house.
We decided to lock Beard in the school so he didn’t try to double-cross us. In the basement we found a door that could be barred from outside by jamming a wooden plank against the iron handle. The room was cold and dark, a real shithole. Perfect for Beard, who was humbly waiting to know his fate.
‘We’re going to lock you in here, and nobody will find you till summer. If you’ve lied and we have any problems, if they give us any bother or hurt us, you’ll stay here to rot – you’ll die alone. If everything goes well, we’ll tell someone where you are and they’ll come to let you out. Okay? You’ll be able to live and remember this personal lesson we’ve given you free of charge.’
Mel pushed him into the darkness, then shut and barred the door. Tearful screams came from inside:
‘Don’t leave me here, please! Don’t leave me here!’
‘Shut your mouth and be a man. And pray to the Lord we don’t run into trouble, or you’re dead!’
Finger’s house was some distance away, a quarter of an hour’s walk. We had to try not to attract attention, but the further we moved into the district the less chance we had of emerging unscathed from this expedition.
In the meantime I formed a thousand ideas of the kind of surprise that fool Vulture could have planned for us, and strangely I was growing more and more curious. I was dying to know what they meant to do to us in Railway. I wasn’t scared, but excited, as if I were playing a game of chance. Mel was walking along quite calmly and showing no sign of inner conflict. He wore his usual blank expression; now and then he would look at me and snigger.
‘What the hell are you laughing about? We’re in the shit,’ I said, trying to scare him a bit. Not out of malice, just to stir things up.
But it was no use, he was imperturbable, and his smile broadened. ‘We’ll slaughter them all, Kolima,’ he gloated. ‘We’ll carry out a massacre, a bloodbath!’
To be honest, a massacre was precisely what I wanted to avoid.
‘As long as it’s not our blood…’ I replied; but he didn’t even hear me, he was walking along like a man who had decided to exterminate half the population of the world.
Then we came to the apartment block where Finger lived, and went up to the second floor, stopping outside his door. Mel raised his hand to ring the bell, but I stopped him. First I looked through the keyhole, which was pretty big. I could see a dirty hallway, with a light which hung down very low, as if someone had pulled it down deliberately. At the end of the hall, in front of a television, a thin man with short hair was cutting his toenails with a razor blade, as people do in prison.
I took my eye away from the keyhole and said to Meclass="underline"
‘Check that the letter’s okay, then ring the bell. When Finger opens the door, greet him and introduce yourself, then introduce me. Don’t mention the letter straight away…’
Before I could finish, Mel interrupted me:
‘Are you going to teach me how to go to the toilet? It’s not the first letter I’ve delivered, I know how to behave!’
He pressed the bell. The sound was strange, it kept breaking off, as if the wires didn’t make perfect contact. We heard the creaking of the wooden floor at every step Finger took. The door opened without any sound of a key: it hadn’t been locked. In front of us appeared a man of about forty, completely covered with tattoos, and with iron teeth which shone in his mouth like jewels. He wore a vest and some light trousers; his feet were bare on the icy cold floor.