Re: Chapter 1.1: The Chelsea Hotel
Easy for the lieutenant to say. This wasn’t a part of Abe’s normal routine. So the blundering alcoholic ramblings, the degrading his reputation among close familial social circles, and spurts of lucid thought usually kept inside when a pen or a typewriter were absent, those were all within his ordinary routine. Breaking into hotel rooms, seeing his cousin and in-law end the life of pair of psychopathic negros and a lone but just as insane white man, and then, THEN, walking in on Jackson like he was, that wasn’t on Abe’s regular agenda. Letting his guard down? Sure, maybe, but he’d drain the last of the whiskey in his flask before the bulls had locked down the scene of Jackson’s murder. No, not out of fear they’d confiscate his hooch if they caught him with it but because he needed it. Hell came to New York and visited the Elias family.
That fact—the connection of the queer symbol with an African death cult—obviously held some importance. After all, if one knew anything about Jackson it’d be his extensive research and investigation into similar affairs. The fear in Jackson’s voice Leo’d mentioned before they’d left the party made a whole lot more sense now. Jackson knew something about these people, that much was clear, and they’d seen fit do something about it. Religions, cults, people took their superstitious beliefs far too seriously. Harlem, sure, made sense enough. And what Poole said to Rosalie made just as much sense. Groups like that, cults and criminal fraternities, neither like handing out their secret rituals. They kept a lid on how they operated, keeping their activies surrounded by mystery. What people didn’t know they would fear, and that’d been the very premise of most of Jackson’s work.
”Christ!” Abe shot up to his feet when Walter burst into an abrupt rage. While the policemen nearby Walter moved to restrain him, Abe stepped back and returned to stand with the other members of the family.
After the brief altercation, after Leo and the others calmed Walter down, the detached checking off of Jackson’s injuries disturbed Abe, and looking back at the corpse while Leo spoke with the newcomer, Dr. Radcliffe, he tasted bile in the back of his throat. However, he kept his mouth shut. Bishop was the man to deal with the Lieutenant and while Abe had some thoughts about the incident, if as he suspected Bishop, Walter, and the others wanted to do their own investigations, he wouldn’t speak about them till after they were away from the cops.