Primal Scream (20 page)

"And Flood?"

"Somehow he found the cache of shrunken heads, and the coke he hid in the hubcap of his car. He could sell the drugs for cash, and blackmail Rackstraw in jail for more. Somehow Rackstraw tumbled to him, and turned the tables on Flood. While Flood was away, someone burgled his home, stealing back the heads to burn in the alley tin. With Hardy dead, did Charlotte hook for Rackstraw? Did she do the B and E, then tip Kath to the drugs? Flood freaked at arrest, and bang, bang, bang."

"Kathy?"

"Fits, Chief."

"Rick, you work with us. Find Rackstraw and lean on him."

Scarlett grinned.

And left the car.

And walked away with a spring in his step.

"There goes a frustrated man," said DeClercq. "You and he were off and running after the Head-hunter case. Now you're inspector, and he's still corporal, shifting laterally around the Force. You looked troubled, Kathy. Something on your mind?"

"Nothing, Chief."

"Just between you and me?"

"You don't rat on your partner."

"I agree. Unless he does something damaging to the Force. Police departments turn corrupt unless we voice such concerns."

Spann sighed.

"Out with it."

"What if Hardy and Rackstraw didn't form a killing team? What if the Headhunter is still loose? Does that mean Hardy was framed? Only the real killer could plant the head and knife in Hardy's mountain shack before we went up for the bust."

Spann sighed again.

"And?" urged DeClercq.

"Rick assaulted me, Chief. In Seattle. The evening we went down to celebrate both making corporal. He got drunk and tried to bed me. I refused and told him I had a plane to catch. He went berserk and grabbed my breast and railed at me. Fuck you! he exploded! 'Don't turn your back on me! I won't have it! Don't hold your cunt so tight! It's all a game to you, you tight-ass bitch! You dress up in the uniform and hold your back erect, pretending it's protocol while you show off your tits! Look at you tonight! You hypocrite! Cut that dress any lower and it would show your snatch!' I had to threaten to hit him. I caught the plane alone. And that was the end of us as a team."

"You should have told me."

"Couldn't, Chief. Rank and file shun us if we play the sexist card."

"Rick's misogynist?"

"And locked in a bind. He's too caught up in macho to come out, and all that frustration is eating him up inside. He almost shot Rackstraw during the Head-hunter case. Rage and frustration builds in Rick, then when he blows,
he blows
!"

Kink

Vancouver

Robert DeClercq was surprised to find a padlock on the door to George Ruryk's office. The padlock was open and hooked in the eye, but the door was also bolted inside. He knocked and waited in the hall of the building on Maple Tree Square until someone approached, released the bolt, and swung the door open to admit him into the office.

Anda Carlisle.

"Break-in?" he asked.

"Worse, I'm afraid."

"George around?"

"No."

"I came to see him . . . and you."

"I'll have to do, Chief Superintendent. George may not be back."

"He's sick?"

"Possibly. Just between you and me, the College of Physicians and Surgeons is investigating him. I've been asked to go through his files."

"George?" Robert said. "I've known him for years. What's the allegation?"

"Sexual misconduct with patients."

"Good Lord. He's Methuselah's age."

"You've heard the phrase 'dirty old man?"

"What kind of misconduct?"

"He's alleged to have subjected female patients to a master-slave relationship. The patients suffered from a psychological malady called erotomania. The condition caused them to fantasize about sexual encounters, which they believed had actually occurred. The end effect was they couldn't tell the difference between what was real and what wasn't. The allegation is George advised each patient she had an internal disciplinary problem, which he could help by applying
external
discipline. He told them to call him 'master' while he called them 'slave,' and ordered each to crawl to him naked on her hands and knees. When she failed to be a good enough slave, he's alleged to have used a leather whip to lightly lash her back."

"Are you convinced?" Robert asked.

"I'm skeptical. No lash marks were seen by doctors, and other patients sat in George's waiting room while each whipping allegedly occurred. Does no corroboration mean more erotomania fantasies?"

"The women know each other?"

"The two at the university. But not the one here."

"Who blew the whistle?"

"George went to Britain for a lecture series. When he was gone, the two university women had psychotherapy from another psychiatrist. Repressed-memory syndrome is controversial. The Canadian Psychiatric Association has warned us about it. 'Abuse hysteria is loose in North America, and some therapists are preoccupied with sexual abuse as the root of psychological ills. It's become an ideology. Some emphasize sexual abuse out of proportion, and their patients fall into it because it's difficult for them not to have some explanation for the way they feel. The therapist who saw the women while George was away applied so-called memory-enhancement techniques on them, namely drugs and hypnosis to help 'recover' abuse memories. The risk is such techniques can lead to false accusations, since false memories of sexual abuse can be implanted by therapists who shape what patients tell them through their implicit expectation that such abuse occurred."

"I see," Robert said. "The repressed memories this therapist recovered from George's patients were of sex abuse by
him
."

"Yes, and she took her findings to the university and college for discipline."

"What happened?"

"In the end, nothing. The women suffered a malady that made them believe in fantasy. Since they knew each other, they may have fed each other 'facts.' And there was nothing objective to back them up. But universities today are very politicized about sexual harassment, and George thought he was the scapegoat for a P.C. witch-hunt. He quit the halls of academe for private practice here, and brought me in, I suspect, as female counterbalance to revive his reputation. When he retired, I would take over."

"You took a chance."

"I thought he was innocent of the allegations."

"And now?"

Anda shrugged. "What George allegedly did to those women was never made public. Now a patient from private practice who doesn't know them has alleged an identical abuse here."

"Why the padlock?"

"I'm caught in the middle. The college wants me to comb our files for evidence of abuse, while at the same time maintaining patient confidentiality. They asked me to ensure George doesn't sabotage my search while he's under suspension."

"Am I allowed in?"

"I think you can be trusted." Anda Carlisle rebolted the door and led the chief superintendent into Ruryk's office. File drawers were pulled open and empty of contents, and every surface and half the floor were buried under folders. Hundreds of boxes with audiotapes lined the perimeter each with a label tied to a file.

"You're snowed under."

"Worse than it looks. Listening to the monologues he recorded from his patients takes hours. Bright side is, if I'm to assume George's practice, it must be done anyway."

"And your patients?"

"I'm coping," she said. "Overnight I've become the busiest shrink in town. In the right place at the wrong time."

"Hard to believe George is kinky."

Anda cleared files from the seat of a chair facing the desk for him. Before she sat down behind the desk, the psychiatrist withdrew a volume from a shelf weighed down with texts.

"Havelock Ellis is an authority on sex."

She opened the volume to a bookmark and read:

"Every normal man in matters of sex, when we examine him carefully enough, is found to show some abnormal elements, and the abnormal man is merely manifesting in a disordered or extravagant shape some phase of the normal man. Normal and abnormal, taken in the mass, can all be plotted as variations of different degree on the same curve. The loving woman who exclaims: 'I could eat you!' is connected by links, each in itself small, with Jack the Ripper. We all possess within us, in a more or less developed form, the germs of atrocities."

She closed the book.

"As Jung said, Chief Superintendent,
The spirit of our time believes itself superior to its own psychology
. Human sexuality is ten percent biological, twenty percent physiological, and seventy percent psychosexual. Nature and man differ about the aim of sex. Nature seeks procreation, while we want the fullest possible satisfaction in sexual orgasm. The orgasm has two parts: physical and mental. The physical is that tingling of electricity seeking discharge. The mental, however, is what determines release. Raw sexual energy is the bullets in the gun, but the mind controls which finger pulls the trigger."

DeClercq's gun was loaded and had a hair trigger from years of celibacy, but his aim had recently vacillated between Anda and Gill. The gun was now directly aimed at the psychiatrist.

"In early life we are 'hypnotized' by something we link mentally to erotic satisfaction. It may be the sex organs of the opposite sex. Or the sex organs of the same sex. Or some object or activity we associate with sex. What differs from man to man is the means by which orgasm is procured. The sexual impulse works at a deeper subconscious level than other primal urges. When we think we understand it, it takes us by surprise, for it has the power to override conscious checks. Do you feel as if you carry a separate 'sexual self around with you? I do," said Carlisle. "Colin Wilson calls it:
that strange, poisonous, shocking world of sex
. I treat pedophilia, voyeurism, exhibitionism, partialism, frotteurism, sadism, masochism, zoophilia, coprophilia, urophilia, necrophilia, cordophilia, hypo-xyphilia, and so on. Psychiatry teaches me everyone has skeletons in the sex closet. Did George let his out?"

"I don't see him as a sadist."

"Neither do I. The women he may have abused were symbolically subjugated, not bodily hurt. The whippings left no marks, and the patients could leave. Psychiatry draws some doctors who seek to solve their own mental problems more than patients', and at the same time puts them in a position of master-slave dominance over weak, crumbling minds. It could be George is a dinosaur who can't adapt. An overbearing mother made him afraid of women, so he became a shrink to fathom the depths of our minds. That control worked until feminism took hold and he found himself losing ground to a gynecocracy at academe. Women's liberation has a spill-over effect in that unconscious transmissions of feminist dominance by an aggressive manner and over-assertiveness may enhance a male's castration anxiety with consequent fear of the vagina. So George whips women to put us back in place, but women drive him from the university, resulting in a repeat here."

"
If
he did it."

"If," Anda agreed. "As soon as a mental component enters into a physical urge, the urge stretches beyond ordinary limits. Orgasm is a response to an act of will and imagination, not the material world. Perverted acts achieve intensity in expressing the sexual being that is rarely obtained by 'normal sex.' Perversion results to meet a need that cannot otherwise be satisfied. Kink heightens, not lowers, sex. Taboo involves the whole of our being, and resonates in the most secret desires of our psyche."

"Tell me, Doctor, what turns
you
on?"

Jesus!
thought DeClercq.
What am I doing?

"Intelligence," Carlisle said, looking him dead in the eye. "Women like me notoriously find intellectuals exciting, and do so in measure as our own intelligence develops. No one-night stand with a throbbing stud can substitute deep down for an erotic relationship between like minds."

Hey
, thought DeClercq.
I'm intelligent
.
Or do you mean superintelligent?

The more he was around her, the more Robert found himself turned on by Anda Carlisle. That electric spark which had zapped him the last time he was here was no doubt the physical aspect of sex, his groin an electromagnet drawn to her. But he was too old or wise to fall victim to lust for long, and now he, too, sought the fusing of like minds. The problem was he had been out of the sex game for so long that—combined with shyness—he felt like an insecure teen.

He yearned to ask her out.

But he feared rejection.

Bob, she's young enough to be your daughter
, Katt had scolded.

You've heard the phrase 'dirty old man'?

"So?" asked Anda. "What's on your mind?"

"This," Robert replied, pulling the Ident photo of rings in a burning can from his coat pocket to place on the desk. "A decade ago, the Headhunter raped and decapitated women. We found the bodies but never recovered the heads. This photo was taken six weeks later, in which you'll note dozens of rings identical to those piercing the lips of Wren's shrunken head. I suspect the missing female heads were shrunken, too, and burned in this tin to destroy the evidence. When I met with you and George to discuss the taunt mailed to Special X, I asked, 'Why send the shrunken head personally to me?' You replied, 'Perhaps the killer locked minds with you sometime in the past.' Assuming the Headhunter raped and killed the women
and
Wren, why switch focus from female victims to male prey?"

"You think the Headhunter is loose again?"

The Mountie nodded.

Carlisle studied the rings in the photograph. "The sexual orientation of anyone can change. Sex these days means anything goes. Your girlfriend loves a girlfriend who used to love a boyfriend, and my boyfriend loves a girlfriend whose last boyfriend was psychically a girlfriend, and a patient of mine, born a man, has become a transsexual lesbian whose female lover hopes to become a man. It's the age of omnisexuals. Try-sexuals, if you like, as in try anything.

"We know serial killers who prey on
both
males and females. Clifford Olson is this city's best example. If we begin with that truth, we can build on what we last discussed with George.

"There are phases to any sexual crime. First comes the antecedent or fantasy phase. What injects a fantasy with its ritual or fetish is the 'original conditioning situation.' Every man's behavior is programmed by early experience, so we need to know his past to understand his crime. Then governs now. Say we theorize abuse in which the child who became this killer was molested by
two
predators. One female. One. Both with genitals pierced by rings."

"His parents?"

"Possibly. But I'm more inclined toward his mother and a male friend. That's why his first beheading spree focused on women. The next phase of sex crime is victim selection. Each stalker has his own unique criteria, as the victim chosen will play an essential stand-in role in acting out his fantasy."

"The women the Headhunter chose all had black hair or wore a nun's cowl."

"Then chances are the Headhunter's mother also had black hair. Black pubic hair around labia pierced with rings. Assume the boy was forced during sexual abuse to perform oral sex on his mother. That's incest. That's taboo. So now we begin to fathom the shrunken head as a fetish.

"The sexual appetite can be hypnotized by the most unlikely objects. Any 'deviations' caught in the primal hypnotism of sexual desire may be necessary for sexual orgasm. Fetishism is a definite term for an indefinite kink. It once meant only sexual obsession for inanimate objects. Later, it was extended to include parts of the body. Hair fetishist. Foot fetishist. Crutch fetishist. Apron fetishist. The list is endless. Krafft-Ebing had a patient who adored kid gloves. He collected hundreds of pairs, and bedded his wife with, gloves gripping both sides of her head, or masturbated with them jacking his penis. A Puerto Rican fetishist bought buckets of blood in a Bronx butcher shop because only if it was splashed on the floor could he get an erection and have sex with women."

"Wren had an album with locks of hair snipped from kids he abused," said DeClercq.

"Remember the case of P from last time? When he touched hair with scissors he got an erection, and when he cut it, he ejaculated."

"Do you not find it ironic that one hair fetishist fell victim to another?"

Carlisle tapped the rings in the Ident photograph. "Shrinking a head as a fetish is more complex. Usually, the fetish takes part in the commission phase of a sex crime, when the offender acts out his fantasy with the stand-in victim. Here the fetish is made from the head of the victim in the post-offense phase, and comes full circle back to how the fetish developed. This fetish is a warped image of the 'original conditioning situation' that hypnotized his mind."