TEoD: Chapter Four: Yet More Fun House
I really can’t believe it’s Chapter Four and we’re still on Murphy’s initial In Media Res.
The Asians defeated, Murphy spots a sign:
Having fun yet?
How about a game of roulette?
Heh, I doubt it. Murphy is probably of the RTC strain that thinks playing penny poker is a sin.
So this room contains one of those dangerous, old-school spinning wheels that threw people off it (basically, I think it’s a bigger, more deadly version of a roundabout). At the center of the wheel is the next clue on an index card.
But he doesn’t just have to deal with a dangerous ride of yore. Nope, Meth has invested in yet another on-call thug: this time, a six-foot-six, three hundred pound bodybuilder.
Murphy tries his new, patented trick of throwing his bag at the guy, but no go. The guy knocks Murphy down, Murphy sweeps the leg…
…but the wrestler quickly gets the best of him. Murphy tries to get to his precious bag, but the bag beats him to it, unleashing its contents one by one as the bag is whipped around by the roundabout (no, I don’t get the physics of that, either). In fact, entirely by accident, Murphy’s hatchet flies from his bag and hits the wrestler in the leg. Murph uses this to his advantage and gets the guy in a chokehold and, for good measure “put his foot on the hatchet and pushed it in deeper, as blood splattered everywhere.”
OUCH! How Christian and loving of you, Mikey boy.
Finally, he gets his hand on the clue. Here it is, in all its glory:
In the town
Of King Yamani
A Great Mystery
Has Been Solved
I Kings 8:9
Murphy frowned. Who in the world is King Yamani?
Why are you asking me, Murphy? You’re the archeologist and globe-trotter, remember?
(I don’t remember this plot point from the first time I read this book a few years ago. So, from a quick Googling, I’m guessing Meth is referring to this guy, who is from Mecca and who played a big role in the 1973 oil embargo, which might make him of interest to Murphy. Maybe?
The other side of the card continues the “clue”:
Ride Your Fears to the End
Man, hopefully this will bring us back to the first chapter, where Murphy flung himself off a roller coaster. Because I am sick of this stupid, boring “fun house.”
Phillips decides Murphy hasn’t been gross enough yet, so he yanks the hatchet from the unconscious man’s leg.
The blood ran freely from the gaping wound and Murphy’s stomach turned.
And they say professional wrestling is fake.
That sensitive internal quip done, Murphy lovingly leads the man to bleed, and wanders off.
By the way, I’ll just point out that having part of your story take play at a creepy, abandoned amusement park is a cool idea. Too bad it doesn’t work here.
But check out this or this: