Jake Needham - Laundry Man

It began exactly the way the end of the world will begin. With a telephone call at two oclock in the morning.

Jack Shepherd, I croaked.

Hey, Jack, old buddy. How you been?

It was a mans voice, one I didnt recognize. I sat up and cleared my throat.

Whos this? I asked

Im sorry to call in the middle of the night, the man said, ignoring my question, but this cant wait. Im really in deep shit here.

I was still struggling to place the voice so I said nothing.

I need your help, Jack. I figure I got about a week here before somebody cuts off my nuts and feeds them to the ducks.

Im not going to start guessing, I said. Who is this?

Oh, man, thats so sad. You mean to tell me you even dont recognize your old law partners voice?

Ive had a lot of-

This is Barry Gale.

That stopped me cold.

Surprised, huh? the man chuckled.

Who are you? I repeated.

I just told you who I am, Jack. This is Barry Gale.

I hit the disconnect button and tossed my cell phone back on the nightstand.

When it rang again, I silently cursed myself for forgetting to turn the damned thing off.

I sat up and retrieved the phone and this time I looked at the number on the screen before I answered. All it said was unavailable. I thought fleetingly of just hitting the power button, but I didnt. Later, of course, I would wish I had.

Its not nice to hang up on old friends, Jack.

Were not old friends.

Sure we are.

Look, pal, Barry Gales dead. I know it and Im sure you know it. So unless youre Mickey the Medium with a message from the other side, you can cut the crap. What do you want?

What makes you think Im dead? the man asked.

Barry made a pretty flashy exit. It got a fair amount of attention.

You talking about the body they found in that swimming pool in Dallas?

That was exactly what I was talking about. I said nothing.

As I remember, and Im pretty sure I do remember, that body had been in the water nearly a week before anybody found it so they couldnt get fingerprints. Also I hear the guys face was too badly smashed up to recognize. Nobody thought it was worth bothering with DNA, and the ID was made from dental records.

So what? The dental records matched Barrys, didnt they?

Of course they did. They would, wouldnt they?

Are you trying to tell me the body in the swimming pool in Dallas wasnt Barry Gales?

Not likely, Jack. Not likely at all. Particularly not as were talking to each other on the telephone other right now.

I tried it another way.

Look, buddy, Im a reasonably approachable guy. Why dont you just tell me who you are and what you want and then I can go back to sleep?

There was a brief silence and then the man started talking again in a tired voice.

Your name is Jonathan William Shepherd, but your father started calling you Jack when you were a kid to keep your mother from calling you Johnny and it stuck. You graduated from Georgetown Law School and youre admitted to the bar in the District of Columbia and in New York. Stassen amp; Hardy recruited you right out of law school and its the only place you ever practiced law. You and I made partner the same year.

I said nothing. The man apparently didnt care.

Your home address was 1701 Great Falls Road. It was a big white house out in Potomac, Maryland. Regrettably your happy home dissolved when your wife, the lovely Laura, took up with that proctologist out in Virginia. Dr. Butthole, you called him. How am I doing?

Very impressive, I said.

Im an impressive guy.

Is that it? I asked. You recite a few things youve found out about me somewhere and now Im supposed to believe youre Barry Gale risen from the dead?

Hell, Jack, I could go on all night. How about this? Your office at Stassen amp; Hardy was about as far away from the reception area as it was possible for you to get and still be in the same building with the rest of us. You had a big glass table that you used for a desk. Goddamn, Jack, Im sure you were the only lawyer in the world with a glass desk. It was like you were trying to look purer than the rest of us. Was that it, Jack? Was that what the glass desk was all about? And, oh yeah, you had that big yellow couch with the deep cushions where you took naps in the afternoon.

Look, I still dont know what this is all about, but-

We had a part-time receptionist, a little Vietnamese girl who was going to law school somewhere and worked as the relief girl on weekends. Remember? You fucked her right on that yellow couch one Saturday afternoon and then you admitted it to me a couple of weeks later after youd sucked up an extra martini one night at the bar in the Mayflower Hotel. You seemed to be all cut up with guilt over it and said you hadnt told anyone else. Had you told anyone else, Jack?

In the silence I could hear the guy breathing and I was sure he could hear me, too, except I was probably breathing a lot louder.

Because he was right.

I hadnt told anyone else.

The man went on before I could figure out what to say.

You like living in Bangkok, Jack? I hear youre a teacher now. In some business school. That right?

Yes. I teach at Chulalongkorn University.

No more lawyering? No more of that big-time stuff we used to do?

I dont practice law anymore if thats what youre asking me.

Do you miss it?

Not particularly. I still do a little consulting sometimes.

Consulting, huh? Is that right? The man barked an abrupt laugh. You want to consult with me, Jack?

I dont think so.

Still a fucking hard-on, are you?

I just dont particularly like being the butt of some clowns crappy little joke.

Oh, this is no joke, Jack. I wish to Christ it was, but it isnt.

I said nothing.

Do you know that place called Took Lae Dee? the man eventually asked. The little food counter up in the front of the all-night Foodland on Sukhumvit Road?

Yeah. I know where it is.

Meet me there tomorrow, around midnight. Just grab a stool and Ill find you.

Midnight?

Is that a problem for you?

Yeah, thats a problem for me. What makes you think Id even consider coming to some damned supermarket at midnight just because a wacko pretending to be a dead guy calls me up and tells me to? I dont know how you found out all those things about me, but if you think thats enough-

The man started laughing.

Oh, its more than enough, Jack.

He laughed some more. Thunder rumbled somewhere in the distance and I listened to it without saying anything else.

I know you, my friend. Youd never pass up a chance to hear a story like this. Never. Especially not when its coming from a guy whos gone to all the trouble I have to make himself dead.

And with that, the man hung up.

I tossed and turned for a while after that, but I knew I wasnt going back to sleep anytime soon. Eventually I gave up trying altogether and I went into my study and took a Montecristo out of the humidor on my desk. I pulled open the sliding door and walked out on the balcony.

Generally Bangkoks foreign residents went to considerable lengths to avoid breathing the citys air until it had been thoroughly dried, adequately chilled, and comprehensively decontaminated. Not only was the stuff hot and soggy, usually it smelled spoiled and a little sour, like it had been breathed by way too many people already. But this was January, the middle of winter in Thailand, and the southernmost edge of a large dome of Siberian air had slipped down from China and momentarily broken Bangkoks muggy heat. The air had turned pleasingly cool, even sweet, and it was richly thickened with the syrupy fragrances of frangipani, jasmine, and gardenias.