The Mountain Shadow

We rode back to the car park, and I slugged the bike onto the side-stand. Karla and I walked away while the bike was still breathing, the steps between Concannon and me shrinking at a motivated clip. I ran the last step hard, and hit him on the jump.

‘What the fuck?’ he said, holding the side of his head.

He rolled off the back of the car, and danced around me, feigning a few jabs. I rolled with him, but he covered up, breaking away fast.

He was dancing me away from Karla. He might’ve had friends somewhere. I stepped back slowly until I was beside her.

‘What are you doing up here, Concannon? Where are your goons?’

‘I came here alone, boyo,’ he said. ‘Which is more than I can say for you.’

He grinned at Karla, waving a hand.

‘Hello,’ he said.

Karla slid the gun from her bag, and pointed it at him.

‘If you’re carrying a gun,’ she said, ‘throw it away.’

‘I never carry a gun, miss,’ Concannon replied.

‘Good, because I always do. If you make a move, I’ll hit you twice before you get halfway.’

‘Understood,’ he grinned.

‘It’s not very smart, coming up here,’ she said. ‘There are tigers in this forest. That’s a good way to get rid of a body.’

‘If I thought I could bend my knee,’ Concannon grinned, ‘without your boyfriend kickin’ me in the undefended head, I’d do it, Miss Karla. It’s an honour. Concannon’s the name.’

‘My boyfriend got pretty upset,’ she said, ‘when I burned your letter, and I wouldn’t tell him what it said. I’ve been waiting for this chance, and I’m glad you gave it to me. Say it out loud, now, in front of him, if you’ve got the guts.’

‘Well, so it’s the letter that’s got you so upset, is it? No, no, I’ll decline your invitation to repeat my indecent proposals in front of this convict. I don’t think that would be wise.’

‘Like I thought,’ she smiled. ‘You wrote it, but you haven’t got the guts to say it.’

‘Did you not enjoy my little innuendos, then?’ Concannon asked. ‘I thought they were quite inventive, myself.’

‘Shut up,’ I said.

‘You see what I have to deal with?’ Concannon appealed to Karla.

‘Shut up,’ Karla replied. ‘Right now, you’re dealing with both of us. And not doing so good. What do you want here?’

‘I came to tell your boyfriend somethin’,’ Concannon said. ‘If I sit up there on the car, like I was before, will you not let me speak?’

‘I’d prefer you in the trunk, Concannon,’ I said. ‘With the car going over the cliff.’

Concannon smiled, and shook his head.

‘Hostility is ageing, you know,’ he said. ‘It adds years to your face. Can I sit peacefully on the fuckin’ car and talk to you like a fellow Christian, or can’t I?’

‘Sit,’ Karla said. ‘Christian hands where I can see them.’

Concannon sat on the trunk of the car, his feet resting on the bumper.

‘This would be a good time to talk your way out of this,’ Karla said.

Concannon laughed, looking Karla up and down, and then looked at me, blue eyes still bright in the faint light of the car park.

‘I didn’t have nothin’ to do with Lisa,’ he said quickly. ‘I never touched her. I only met her the once, well, the twice, I suppose you could say, but I liked her. She was a sweet thing. I’d never do anything like that. I only said it to get a rise out of you. I never touched her. And I never would’ve. It’s not my way.’

I wanted to stop him. I wanted to lift the curse that someone had put on me with the mention of his name. It was bad: everything connected to him was bad.

‘Keep talking,’ Karla said.

‘If I’d known what a sick thing Ranjit was, I’d have stopped him,’ Concannon said. ‘I swear it. I would’ve killed him myself, if I’d known what he was.’

His head was down. His guard was down. I wanted to run at him, and push him backwards through whatever malevolent window he’d jemmied open. But Karla wanted to know everything.

‘Keep talking,’ Karla continued. ‘Tell us everything you know.’

‘I didn’t find out until later,’ Concannon said. ‘If I’d known before, there wouldn’t have been any later.’

‘We got that. Go on,’ Karla said.

‘I met that maniac, Ranjit, through the drugs. The high and mighty don’t hesitate to come callin’ on my kind, when they need drugs. When he told me he was buying stuff to put Lisa to sleep, that night, I wanted to come along.’

‘Ranjit wanted the stuff, so he could put her to sleep?’ Karla asked, too gently, it seemed to me.

‘He did. Rohypnol tablets, he bought. I thought it was just a prank. He told me they were friends, and they were havin’ a private party.’

‘But why did you tag along with him?’

‘To torment your boyfriend,’ Concannon said, pointing at me. ‘That’s why I sent the dirty little letter to you, and put my filthy mind in yours for a while, to torment this berserk convict motherfucker.’

‘Shut up,’ we both said.

‘Well, you’re a fine pair of holy hooligans. A perfect match.’

‘Why were you there, Concannon?’ Karla asked, the mention of his name pulling his blue eyes to her.

‘I told you,’ he smiled. ‘I knew that if Lin, here, knew that I’d been in his home with his girl, while he was away, he’d be wilder than a stallion.’

‘Why did you want him wild?’