The Laughing Corpse

There was a dirty brown stain on his pajamas, the cloth covering his lower body. I did not want to see what had killed him. But that was why I was here. I hesitated, fingers hovering over the torn cloth. I took a deep breath, and that was a mistake. Hunkered over the body in the windy August heat the smell was fresh. New death smells like an outhouse, especially if the stomach or bowels have been ripped open. I knew what I’d find when I lifted the bloody cloth. The smell told me.

I knelt with a sleeve over my mouth and nose for a few minutes, breathing shallow and through my mouth, but it didn’t really help. Once you caught a whiff of it, your nose remembered. The smell crawled down my throat and wouldn’t let go.

Quick or slow? Did I jerk the cloth back or pull it? Quick. I jerked on the cloth, but it stuck, dried blood catching. The cloth peeled back with a wet, sucking sound.

It looked like someone had taken a giant ice cream scoop and gutted him. Stomach, intestines, upper bowels, gone. The sunshine swam around me, and I had to put a hand on the ground to keep from falling.

I glanced up at the face. His hair was pale brown like his mother’s. Damp curls traced his cheeks. My gaze was pulled back to the gaping ruin that was his abdomen. There was some dark, heavy fluid leaking out of the end of his small intestine.

I stumbled away from the crime scene, using the tombstones to help me stand. I would have run if I hadn’t known I would fall. The sky was spi

I threw up until I was empty and the world stopped spi

No one said a word as I walked back to them. The sheet was covering the body. The body. Had to think of it that way. Couldn’t dwell on the fact that it had been a small child. Couldn’t. I’d go mad.

“Well?” Dolph asked.

“He hasn’t been dead long. Dammit to hell, Dolph, it was late morning, maybe just before dawn. He was alive, alive when that thing took him!” I stared up at him and felt the hot begi

“I gave you twenty-four hours to talk to this Dominga Salvador. Did you find out anything?”

“She says she knows nothing of it. I believe her.”

“Why?”

“Because if she wanted to kill people she wouldn’t have to do anything this dramatic.”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“She could wish them to death,” I said.

He widened his eyes. “You believe that?”

I shrugged. “Maybe. Yes. Hell, I don’t know. She scares me.”

He raised one thick eyebrow. “I’ll remember that.”

“I have another name to add to your list though,” I said.

“Who?”

“John Burke. He’s up from New Orleans for his brother’s funeral.”

He wrote the name in his little notebook. “If he’s just visiting, would he have time?”

“I can’t think of a motive, but he could do it if he wanted to. Check him out with the New Orleans police. I think he’s under suspicion down there for murder.”

“What’s he doing traveling out of state?”

“I don’t think they have any proof,” I said. “Dominga Salvador said she’d help me. She’s promised to ask around and tell me anything she turns up.”

“I’ve been asking around since you gave me her name. She doesn’t help anyone outside her own people. How did you get her to cooperate?”

I shrugged. “My wi

He shook his head.

“It wasn’t illegal, Dolph. Beyond that I don’t want to talk about it.”

He let it go. Smart man. “Tell me as soon as you hear anything, Anita. We’ve got to stop this thing before it kills again.”

“Agreed.” I turned and looked out over the rolling grass. “Is this the cemetery near where you found the first three victims?”

“Yes.”

“Maybe part of the answer’s here then,” I said.

“What do you mean?”

“Most vampires have to return to their coffins before dawn. Ghouls stay in underground tu

“But,” he said.

“But if it’s a zombie it isn’t harmed by sunlight and it doesn’t need to rest in a coffin. It could be anywhere, but I think it originally came from this cemetery. If they used voodoo there will be signs of the ritual.”

“Like what?”

“A chalk verve, drawn symbols around the grave, dried blood, maybe a fire.” I stared off at the rustling grass. “Though I wouldn’t want to start an open fire in this place.”

“If it wasn’t voodoo?” he asked.

“Then it was an animator. Again you look for dried blood, maybe a dead animal. There won’t be as many signs and it’s easier to clean up.”

“Are you sure it’s some kind of a zombie?” he asked.

“I don’t know what else it could be. I think we should act like that’s what it is. It gives us someplace to look, and something to look for.”

“If it’s not a zombie we don’t have a clue,” he said.

“Exactly.”

He smiled, but it wasn’t pleasant. “I hope you’re right, Anita.”

“Me, too,” I said.

“If it did come from here, can you find what grave it came from?”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe?” he said.

“Maybe. Raising the dead isn’t a science, Dolph. Sometimes I can feel the dead under the ground. Restlessness. How old without looking at the tombstone. Sometimes I can’t.” I shrugged.

“We’ll give you any help you need.”

“I have to wait until full dark. My...powers are better after dark.”

“That’s hours away. Can you do anything now?”

I thought about that for a moment. “No. I’m sorry but no.”

“Okay, you’ll come back tonight then?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“What time? I’ll send some men out.”

“I don’t know what time. And I don’t know how long it will take. I could be wandering out here for hours and find nothing.”

“Or?”

“Or I could find the beastie itself.”

“You’ll need backup for that, just in case.”

I nodded. “Agreed, but guns, even silver bullets, won’t hurt it.”

“What will?”

“Flamethrowers, napalm like the exterminators use on ghoul tu

“Those aren’t standard issue.”

“Have an exterminator team standing by,” I said.

“Good idea.” He made a note.

“I need a favor,” I said.

He looked up. “What?”

“Peter Burke was murdered, shot to death. His brother asked me to find out what progress the police are making.”

“You know we can’t give out information like that.”

“I know, but if you can get the facts I can feed just enough to John Burke to keep in touch with him.”

“You seem to be getting along well with all our suspects,” he said.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll find out what I can from homicide. Do you know what jurisdiction he was found in?”

I shook my head. “I could find out. It would give me an excuse to talk to Burke again.”

“You say he’s suspected of murder in New Orleans.”

“Mm-huh,” I said.

“And he may have done this.” He motioned at the sheet.

“Yep.”

“You watch your back, Anita.”

“I always do,” I said.

“You call me as early tonight as you can. I don’t want all my people sitting around twiddling their thumbs on overtime.”

“As soon as I can. I’ve got to cancel three clients just to make it.” Bert was not going to be pleased. The day was looking up.

“Why didn’t it eat more of the boy?” Dolph asked.

“I don’t know,” I said.

He nodded. “Okay, I’ll see you tonight then.”

“Say hello to Lucille for me. How’s she coming with her master’s degree?”

“Almost done. She’ll have it before our youngest gets his engineering degree.”

“Great.”

The sheet flapped in the hot wind. A trickle of sweat trailed down my forehead. I was out of small talk. “See you later,” I said, and started down the hill. I stopped and turned back. “Dolph?”