The Same Lie Twice
By Ron Goulart
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Jim Benning makes $25,000 a year writing drivel for the admen at the Arbogast & Joseph Agency, and his wife thinks he’s worth a whole lot less. Joanna is a model: nervous, beautiful, and prone to meltdowns. In a last-ditch attempt to save their marriage, she agrees to a few sessions with a psychiatrist in San Ignacio—a quack whose psychobabble is more sinister than it appears. But when Joanna disappears, Jim’s only hope is John Easy, the hippest P.I. in Hollywood. Jim gives John a matchbook found in his wife’s purse for a club called Maybe—a swinger’s hideout where morality is not in style—and John plunges into the seedy side of sunny San Ignacio, where the copywriter’s wife led an entirely different sort of existence. To save Joanna from her shadow self, John Easy will have to swing harder than ever before.
Ron Goulart
Ron Goulart (1933-2022) was the author of several series and standalone novels across several genres, as well as nonfiction books on a variety of pop culture subjects, including pulp magazines and comic books. An Edgar Award nominee, a Nebula Award finalist, and an Inkpot Award-winner, his books include the TekWar series (with William Shatner), the Fragmented America books, the Marvel Novels Incredible Hulk: Stalker from the Stars and Captain America: Holocaust for Hire (as Joseph Silva, with Len Wein and Marv Wolfman), and the Mysteries Featuring Groucho Marx, including Groucho Marx, Master Detective, Groucho Marx and the Broadway Murders, and Elementary My Dear Groucho.
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The Same Lie Twice
A John Easy Mystery
Ron Goulart
A MysteriousPress.com
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Contents
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
Chapter IV
Chapter V
Chapter VI
Chapter VII
Chapter VIII
Chapter IX
Chapter X
Chapter XI
Chapter XII
Chapter XIII
Chapter XIV
Chapter XV
Chapter XVI
Chapter XVII
Chapter XVIII
Chapter XIX
Chapter XX
Chapter XXI
I
THE SLIM NAKED GIRL was floating several feet above him. John Easy rose up through the bright blue water. He ran one hand along the girl’s smooth stomach as he neared light and air. The surface of the pool shattered like a mirror and Easy saw reflections of himself go rippling away. He came up beside the slender blonde girl, treading water. Good morning,
he said.
Jill Jeffers smiled at him, placing her hands on his shoulders. Her gold-blonde hair was damp, clinging to her tan neck. I think,
she said, I’m getting used to affluence.
Resting his palm on her left breast Easy said, Skinny-dipping at dawn. That’s a step in the right direction.
Jill gestured at the big white rancho-style house which surrounded the pool on three sides. I slipped out quietly so as not to wake you.
She kissed him, then said, Anyway, it’s not dawn. It’s nearly seven.
That’s close enough to dawn,
said Easy. He was a tall wide-shouldered man of thirty-two, dark and rough-edged.
The pretty girl smiled at him, then at the early morning sky, faintly gray and hazy. The house had red tile roofs and much black wrought-iron grill work. Bright green shrubs and ferns filled the terraced patio area around the large pool; palm trees grew close to the sprawling house. I’m glad I leased this place,
said the girl. I’m glad I know you, John. It makes getting used to being an heiress much easier.
Easy made a somber face. Yes, I’m good for transitions.
And afterwards.
Jill hugged him and for a few seconds they both sank down underwater.
When they surfaced again, Easy frowned. A gentle honking sound was coming from the big white house; over the sliding glass doors of the dining room a mounted red light was blinking. Phone,
he said to the dripping girl.
Jill sighed. Probably somebody for you, some client. I don’t have any anxious friends at the moment. Well, I’ll go answer it.
They swam over to the metal ladder and Easy helped the pretty girl out of the water with a hand on her bare buttocks. Unless it’s a first-rate emergency, I’ll call them later,
he said.
While Jill ran back to her house, Easy strolled around to the low diving board. He watched her until she stepped into the dining room. Easy’d known Jill for almost two months now. Someone had hired Easy to find her. He found her, and he’d kept seeing her since.
Easy stepped to the diving board’s end, glancing upwards. Six sickly seagulls were flying high overhead, hunting for the nearby Pacific. The autumn morning was grayer than it had been a half-hour ago. Easy bounced a few times and dived.
Oof,
he said when he surfaced. The water had slammed his unprotected groin. He gingerly turned over and floated on his back, locking his hands behind his head. The half-dozen beat-up seagulls were back overhead, circling and making awk sounds.
Easy closed his eyes, drifting in the warm water. The gulls went away and there was nothing to hear but the palm fronds softly rustling.
Then he heard Jill’s bare feet come hurrying across the tiles.
John,
called the girl.
Opening his eyes, he swam over to her side of the pool. Something?
The slender girl had pulled on a short orange-colored terry robe. She knelt one-kneed beside the water and the robe slid away from one tan thigh. It seems,
she said, I do have friends with problems after all.
She paused, touching her upper lip with the tip of her tongue. John, could you talk to a friend of mine?
Now?
Well, now and probably later in your office.
Easy pulled himself up out of the pool. What exactly is wrong?
The pretty blonde handed him a fresh folded white towel. This is a couple I know. Jim and Joanna Benning. Joanna used to do some modeling and commercial work. I met her then.
Easy rubbed himself dry, then wrapped the towel around his waist. Who’s on the phone?
Oh, it’s Jim.
The girl gestured toward the now-open sliding glass door. Can you talk with him?
Wait,
said Easy. Give me a few more details.
Joanna’s disappeared.
Easy grinned. Another lost girl.
Well, that’s right,
said Jill. You located me when I was missing. Jim knows I know you and, John, he really sounds desperate. Will you help him?
How long has his wife been missing?
Five days.
Easy sucked in one cheek. And he’s only getting anxious now?
Jill took Easy’s hand. Come on inside and I’ll fix you a cup of coffee.
I’m trying to give up coffee.
I know. I meant a substitute I picked up at a health food store over in the valley, made out of bran and figs. Anyway, John, I’ve known Joanna and Jim for a couple of years. They’re both fairly high-strung people and … well, I think Joanna has gone off before. Though never for this long.
He hasn’t tried the police?
The girl shook her head. I think … well, I get the feeling Jim suspects she’s gone off with some other guy. He doesn’t want the police digging around in something like that.
They crossed the threshold of the large dining room. On a darkwood sideboard a white phone sat off the hook. You can help, can’t you?
Easy said, Tell him to come into my office this morning, around 9:30.
Couldn’t you say something hopeful to him right now?
No,
replied Easy. He went away to get dressed.
II
EASY PARKED HIS DUSTY black Volkswagen in the small parking lot behind his Sunset Strip office. A Negro comic was unloading party dresses and wigs from the trunk of a new Mercedes 220S. He winked at Easy.
Inside his private office Nan Alonzo, Easy’s short broad thirty-six-year-old secretary, was hunched at the airconditioner with both stubby hands resting on it. This thing is making a funny noise,
she said over her shoulder.
Maybe it’s shivering.
Easy sat down behind his metal desk, felt at his In box.
Men and women have different heat-awareness thresholds,
said his secretary. We were talking about that at my group therapy session the other night. How’s Jill?
Adjusting to her new affluence.
She’s a nice girl,
said Nan. A little frail maybe, but a nice person. Usually I wouldn’t encourage you to date a client, but I approve of Jill.
She’s not a client,
said Easy, or a former client. I met Jill when I was working for somebody else. She was the object of the quest.
They didn’t let Bogart keep the Maltese Falcon,
said Nan.
Which shows how working conditions among private detectives have improved since those grim depression years,
said Easy. A friend of Jill’s is supposed to come in this morning.
Nan inclined her head toward the other door. He’s out there already. Been here since 9:15, with a manila envelope in his lap.
Easy picked a Pentel pen out of the cup of them next to his desk calendar and moved a memo pad reading John Easy & Associates, Detective Services to the middle of his blotter. What’s in the envelope?
Clues,
answered Nan.
He told you?
Seems like a nice guy,
said Nan, nodding. Shall I send him in.
Okay, yeah.
Jim Benning was thirty years old, just under six feet tall, lean and dark, his hair starting to thin. He touched at the thin spot as he sat down in the client chair. Looking directly across at Easy he said, I appreciate your seeing me, Mr. Easy. Jill says you’re very good.
Easy