Four Lives at the Crossroads: The Classic Crime Library, #19
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FOUR LIVES AT THE CROSSROADS is the latest addition to the Classic Crime Library...after a short stay in the Collection of Classic Erotica
Back in the late 1950s and early 60s, when I was finding myself as a writer and producing a great quantity of books under pen names, some of the books I wrote were as much crime fiction as they were erotica. Indeed, several of those titles by Andrew Shaw and Sheldon Lord have since been republished under my own name by Hard Case Crime and Subterranean Press—and subsequently astonished me by garnering respectful reviews. BORDERLINE, LUCKY AT CARDS, and A DIET OF TREACLE are examples, and so to a degree is my forthcoming Hard Case title, SINNER MAN. A little light editing made them acceptable crime fiction for a contemporary body of readers.
FOUR LIVES AT THE CROSSROADS almost made the cut. After Charles Ardai at Hard Case considered it and ultimately decided against it, I decided to shoehorn it into the Collection of Classic Erotica, but reader reactions have since persuaded me that it's really more a crime novel. A dark, savage tale of an armed robbery gone wrong, It's a better fit in the Classic Crime Library.
I did some light editing anyway, much of which consisted of reversing the helpful contributions of some unnamed editor at Nightstand Books. So here's FOUR LIVES AT THE CROSSROADS, available for the first time since its initial appearance in 1962. I can but hope you'll enjoy it.
Lawrence Block
Lawrence Block is one of the most widely recognized names in the mystery genre. He has been named a Grand Master of the Mystery Writers of America and is a four-time winner of the prestigious Edgar and Shamus Awards, as well as a recipient of prizes in France, Germany, and Japan. He received the Diamond Dagger from the British Crime Writers' Association—only the third American to be given this award. He is a prolific author, having written more than fifty books and numerous short stories, and is a devoted New Yorker and an enthusiastic global traveler.
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Four Lives at the Crossroads - Lawrence Block
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NOVELS
A DIET OF TREACLE • AFTER THE FIRST DEATH • ARIEL • BORDERLINE • BROADWAY CAN BE MURDER • CAMPUS TRAMP • CINDERELLA SIMS • COWARD’S KISS • DEAD GIRL BLUES • DEADLY HONEYMOON • FOUR LIVES AT THE CROSSROADS • GETTING OFF • THE GIRL WITH THE DEEP BLUE EYES • THE GIRL WITH THE LONG GREEN HEART • GRIFTER’S GAME • KILLING CASTRO • LUCKY AT CARDS • NOT COMIN’ HOME TO YOU • RANDOM WALK • RONALD RABBIT IS A DIRTY OLD MAN • SINNER MAN • SMALL TOWN • THE SPECIALISTS • SUCH MEN ARE DANGEROUS • THE TRIUMPH OF EVIL • YOU COULD CALL IT MURDER
THE MATTHEW SCUDDER NOVELS
THE SINS OF THE FATHERS • TIME TO MURDER AND CREATE • IN THE MIDST OF DEATH • A STAB IN THE DARK • EIGHT MILLION WAYS TO DIE • WHEN THE SACRED GINMILL CLOSES • OUT ON THE CUTTING EDGE • A TICKET TO THE BONEYARD • A DANCE AT THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE • A WALK AMONG THE TOMBSTONES • THE DEVIL KNOWS YOU’RE DEAD • A LONG LINE OF DEAD MEN • EVEN THE WICKED • EVERYBODY DIES • HOPE TO DIE • ALL THE FLOWERS ARE DYING • A DROP OF THE HARD STUFF • THE NIGHT AND THE MUSIC • A TIME TO SCATTER STONES • THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF MATTHEW SCUDDER
THE BERNIE RHODENBARR MYSTERIES
BURGLARS CAN’T BE CHOOSERS • THE BURGLAR IN THE CLOSET • THE BURGLAR WHO LIKED TO QUOTE KIPLING • THE BURGLAR WHO STUDIED SPINOZA • THE BURGLAR WHO PAINTED LIKE MONDRIAN • THE BURGLAR WHO TRADED TED WILLIAMS • THE BURGLAR WHO THOUGHT HE WAS BOGART • THE BURGLAR IN THE LIBRARY • THE BURGLAR IN THE RYE • THE BURGLAR ON THE PROWL • THE BURGLAR WHO COUNTED THE SPOONS • THE BURGLAR IN SHORT ORDER • THE BURGLAR WHO MET FREDRIC BROWN
KELLER’S GREATEST HITS
HIT MAN • HIT LIST • HIT PARADE • HIT & RUN • HIT ME • KELLER’S FEDORA
THE ADVENTURES OF EVAN TANNER
THE THIEF WHO COULDN’T SLEEP • THE CANCELED CZECH • TANNER’S TWELVE SWINGERS • TWO FOR TANNER • TANNER’S TIGER • HERE COMES A HERO • ME TANNER, YOU JANE • TANNER ON ICE
THE AFFAIRS OF CHIP HARRISON
NO SCORE • CHIP HARRISON SCORES AGAIN • MAKE OUT WITH MURDER • THE TOPLESS TULIP CAPER
COLLECTED SHORT STORIES
SOMETIMES THEY BITE • LIKE A LAMB TO SLAUGHTER • SOME DAYS YOU GET THE BEAR • ONE NIGHT STANDS AND LOST WEEKENDS • ENOUGH ROPE • CATCH AND RELEASE • DEFENDER OF THE INNOCENT • RESUME SPEED AND OTHER STORIES
NON-FICTION
STEP BY STEP • GENERALLY SPEAKING • THE CRIME OF OUR LIVES • HUNTING BUFFALO WITH BENT NAILS • AFTERTHOUGHTS 2.0 • A WRITER PREPARES
BOOKS FOR WRITERS
WRITING THE NOVEL FROM PLOT TO PRINT TO PIXEL • TELLING LIES FOR FUN & PROFIT • SPIDER, SPIN ME A WEB • WRITE FOR YOUR LIFE • THE LIAR’S BIBLE • THE LIAR’S COMPANION
WRITTEN FOR PERFORMANCE
TILT! (EPISODIC TELEVISION) • HOW FAR? (ONE-ACT PLAY) • MY BLUEBERRY NIGHTS (FILM)
ANTHOLOGIES EDITED
DEATH CRUISE • MASTER’S CHOICE • OPENING SHOTS • MASTER’S CHOICE 2 • SPEAKING OF LUST • OPENING SHOTS 2 • SPEAKING OF GREED • BLOOD ON THEIR HANDS • GANGSTERS, SWINDLERS, KILLERS, & THIEVES • MANHATTAN NOIR • MANHATTAN NOIR 2 • DARK CITY LIGHTS • IN SUNLIGHT OR IN SHADOW • ALIVE IN SHAPE AND COLOR • AT HOME IN THE DARK • FROM SEA TO STORMY SEA • THE DARKLING HALLS OF IVY • COLLECTIBLES • PLAYING GAMES
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
About the Author
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Excerpt: After the First Death
Excerpt: Afterthoughts
The Classic Crime Library
Four Lives
at the
Crossroads
Lawrence Block
writing as Andrew Shaw
FOUR LIVES AT THE CROSSROADS
Copyright © 1962 Lawrence Block
All Rights Reserved
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Chapter 1
There are the big cities, where the teenage boys line up on feeble-minded jailbait in cellar clubs, where the gays cruise in drag and the dykes wear the pants. There are the suburbs, where all the houses look alike and all the people look alike and everybody, sooner or later, knocks off a piece with everybody else’s wife. There are the farms, where they diddle the milkmaids in haylofts, and there are the port towns, where they screw the shopgirls on the piers, and there are the army towns, where they nail the camp followers on Saturday night after the paychecks have been dispersed.
There are also the villages, the warm-hearted home towns of Small-Town America fresh from the latest Norman Rockwell cover. The village is town meetings and cracker-barrel philosophy and the general store and rosy-cheeked girls and freckle-faced boys and old men and women who sit on porches in rocking chairs, chewing and spitting and listening to the sound of their arteries hardening. The village may also be a lynch mob hanging a baffled black man from a convenient tree limb, or a red-necked justice of the peace fining out-of-state motorists for driving twenty miles an hour in a twenty-five-mile-an-hour zone, or a pregnant and unmarried girl being shamed and shunned and ridden out of town on a rail. Hey, you have to take the bad with the good, and the village is what made America the great nation she is today. You got a problem with that?
∗ ∗ ∗
Cedar Corners was a village. Specifically, Cedar Corners was a village in Indiana, a hamlet of forty-five hundred souls in relative degrees of purity. It was situated on the banks of the Rinasaukee River, a stream that froze up in winter and dried up in summer and trickled aimlessly during the remaining two seasons of spring and fall. No cedar trees grew in Cedar Corners. There were corners, however—the usual complement of four per city block. No one was quite sure how the village had been named, but the name was a fairly simple one, easy to pronounce and easy to remember. One Jeremiah Lumpsnell had founded the town ages back for lack of anything else to do, and some fifteen years ago his sole surviving descendant, an old-maid schoolteacher named Hephzibah Lumpsnell, had pressed the city fathers to change the town’s name from Cedar Corners to Lumpsnell.
This had not happened. The name of the town remained Cedar Corners, and, with the subsequent and by no means premature death of Hephzibah Lumpsnell, any threat to the name had disappeared forever.
Nothing much ever happened in Cedar Corners. Every couple of years the town gave from eighty to ninety percent of its votes to whatever Republican was running for something. Every now and then a baby was born, and every now and then a couple was married, either of its own free will or because it was expecting offspring. Every now and then the brighter youths fled the town and ran off to New York and Chicago, and every now and then a married couple was divorced, and every now and then someone died and was buried in the cheerless cemetery across Winding Hill Road.
All in all, Cedars Corners was a pleasant place to live, unexciting but not quite deadly. There was no racial problem, because the seventeen Negroes who lived in the town were not manifestly discontent with their lot. There was no problem of anti-Semitism, because the town’s one Jew, a sallow-faced man named Milton Aaronson, was that indispensable sort of doctor who made house calls willingly at any hour, who charged very low rates, and who never pressed for payment. Since Dr. Aaronson had even less desire to join the Cedar Corners Country Club than the members had to have him, there was little friction.
If the summer had not been abnormally hot one year, and if four persons in particular had not been residing in Cedar Corners at that particular time, it is possible that nothing of note would ever have occurred in Cedar Corners. But the summer was hot, and Cedar Corners was blessed (or damned, as you prefer it) with these four persons. They were Betty Marie James, Luke Penner, Joyce Ramsdell, and Martin McLeod.
∗ ∗ ∗
Betty Marie James was taking off her blouse.
This could have been more interesting than it was. She could have been taking off her blouse in a smoke-filled room while a crowd of intoxicated Legionnaires cheered her on. Or she could have been taking off her blouse in the back seat of a three-year-old Ford while a youthful swain panted feverishly, his hands itching for her breasts. This, sad to say, was not the case. She was in her own room in her parents’ house on Willow Lane, and she was alone, and there is nothing remarkably devilish about a girl removing her blouse under such circumstances.
Still, it was noteworthy. If just any girl had been performing the same act, one might dismiss it with a verbal shrug and move on to something else. But Betty Marie James, especially without a blouse, was spectacular.
She was sixteen years old. A look at her face let you believe her age, whereas you might be inclined to doubt it if you only looked at her body. Her blonde hair was long and fluffy, falling down over her shoulders in golden waves. Her eyes were cornflower blue and quite large; you might have called them innocent eyes if you didn’t notice the set to them and the lines of tension at their corners. Her mouth was full, her lips red even without lipstick. She had a firm pointed chin and a broad, bright forehead.
The body took up where the face left off. The body had the approximate shape of an hourglass, but when you looked at that body you forgot what time it was. Her waist was an isthmus connecting two larger bodies of land. Her hips were full, and her buttocks were substantial, and her thighs were taut and sensual, tapering to well-turned calves and trim ankles and feet. Above the waist—and this is the part that showed when the blouse we have been discussing came off—above the waist, Betty Marie James was pretty spectacular.
Her breasts were not the breasts of a sixteen-year-old girl. They were the breasts of a woman. They were very large and had been large for several years; boys in her class at Cedar Corners High had referred to her privately as Titty Marie James for some time. They were firm as a hard-shell Baptist on the existence of God, and they came to points as prominent as a pregnant nun, and those points were as red as arterial blood.
Betty Marie was studying her breasts in the mirror. She was tired, and she was bored, and it was hot as hell out, and she was stuck in her room with nothing for company but her breasts. She put a hand beneath each breast, lifted them slightly in her palms, and observed all this action very dispassionately in the mirror. She noted the weight of her breasts, and the satin softness of the skin on their undersides, and she smiled at her mirror image.
Luke Penner liked those breasts, she thought. Luke Penner damn near dampened his drawers every time he got a hand on one of them, and he got a hand on one every chance he had. She remembered the last time, just a night ago, with his hands flexing her breasts and pinching her nipples until she thought she was going to lose her mind. Luke Penner, when you came right down to it, was pretty goddamned nuts about those breasts.
Luke Penner was pretty goddamned nuts about everything that concerned Betty Marie, as far as that went. He wanted to go out with her whenever he possibly could, and he wanted to park in his three-year-old Ford and neck with her at the conclusion of each date, and he wanted to marry her.
The guy had it all planned out. In a year he would graduate from high school, and she would drop out, and they would be married. A year or so after that they would have a baby before the army got around to calling him up, and they would have more babies over the years, and Luke would run his father’s gas station and take it over when Cray Penner died, and that would be that.
This would have been far more appealing if Betty Marie were pretty goddamned nuts about Luke Penner.
She wasn’t.
Not at all.
She released her breasts, peeled down her dungarees, got out of them, shucked her underpants, ran her hands briefly over her body, then threw herself face down on the bed. Damn, she thought. She didn’t want to spend the rest of her life in Cedar Corners, didn’t want to be picking up after a passel of brats before she was twenty years old. She was young, and she wanted to do a little living before it was time to die.
Being married to Luke Penner wasn’t living. It might be fine for plenty of girls, but for Betty Marie it would just be a quiet and painless way to die young. She wanted more than that. She wanted excitement, a fast ride on a hot merry-go-round with plenty of brass rings to reach for. You didn’t find that kind of excitement in Cedar Corners. You had to get up and get out, go someplace like Chicago or Los Angeles where things were happening.
She had been tempted to leave. That was the easy way—pack up and ship out, just go somewhere and see what would happen. But it didn’t always work out. She knew about Lucy Mackie, a girl a few years older than Betty Marie. Lucy had run off with a salesman who had spent a few days in Cedar Corners, and nobody heard anything from her for months, and then one day she was back in town again living at home, and her belly was swollen up. They said she had married the salesman and then divorced him, but that was just a convenient lie and nobody even pretended to believe it.
Betty Marie shivered. That wasn’t the way she wanted it. You couldn’t come home pregnant and dragging your tail between your legs. You couldn’t make yourself something for the whole town to snicker at. But you couldn’t just stick around and die a little at a time, either. There had to be some way to escape, some safe way. But she didn’t know what it was.
She sighed. Luke was coming that night, coming to take her out again. Maybe he’d try to make her go all the way. Well, maybe she would let him do what he wanted.
At least it would be something different.
∗ ∗ ∗
Martin McLeod sat at a stool in the Corners Tavern and smoked a cigarette while he drank straight bourbon from a water tumbler. There was an order to his actions; he would first take a sip of whiskey, then a puff of the cigarette, and finally a breath of air. The whiskey was fair to good, the cigarette was like any cigarette, and the air was stale. In the Corners Tavern, the air was always stale.
If you were a man who liked to drink, and if you lived in Cedar Corners, you did not have much choice. You could drive to Harrisport and pick up a bottle at the state liquor store, or you could do your drinking at the Corners Tavern. It was the only bar in Cedar Corners. The Land’s End Cafe sold bottled beer with meals, but the tavern was the only place in town where you could get hard liquor.
Marty McLeod liked hard liquor. He liked the taste of it, and he liked the warm glow it gave you as it went down your throat straight with no chaser. And he liked the feeling that came when you had enough of it in your system. Not the drunk feeling, because only a fool drank himself blind. The loose feeling, the easy feeling. Some people were lucky—they could get that feeling just by taking things easy. The only time Marty McLeod could take things easy was when he had enough alcohol in his bloodstream.
He hadn’t yet reached that state, and his glass was now empty. He held it a few inches above the bar top, and the bartender came over and tilted the bottle to pour more bourbon into it. The bartender was named Dan and he owned the place. He never swept the floor and he never opened a window, but he poured big drinks and kept the prices down.
You’re a good customer,
he said,