by Glen Cook
“You don’t know Donni Pell.”
“No. But I intend to get acquainted. Go ahead. Tell me about that morning.”
“You aren’t going to spread it around, are you? I don’t need no Raver Styx breathing down my neck.”
“None of us do. But you don’t worry about Raver Styx. You worry about me. I’m the only chance you’ve got to walk out of here. You’ve got to make me happy.”
He shrugged. He wasn’t counting on me. But he did have new hopes that he hadn’t had awhile ago.
“All right. What started it was you parading around with that dead woman. Somebody seen you by Lettie Faren’s place. They told Donni and Donni must have told everybody in town. She sent a messenger to us. Gorgeous had a fit, but he believed me when I said she had to be dead and you was just trying to stir something up.
“But you did get Donni stirred. Like you said, she ain’t too smart. She thought she had her handle on the daPena kid. She sent him a message that told him where to find her, that she had to see him. The dope went there. I don’t know what she thought she was going to get him to do. He wasn’t having none of her finger-wrapping no more. He’d figured some of it out, and like a dummy she told him the girl was dead.
“That did it. He was going to hike out of there and blow the whole thing wide open. And he would have, too, only me and Gorgeous showed up. On account of Gorgeous was worried about Donni maybe getting too excited and doing something really stupid.”
“It wasn’t planned, then?”
“I gotta be careful with that. I don’t think it was. I wasn’t in on no planning, which I usually was because I was the guy who had to go out and do things. But it did have a funny feel. Like maybe Donni rigged it so it would come out the way it did.”
“You keep contradicting yourself. Is Donni Pell stupid or not?”
“She’s good at coming up with schemes and playing them out, long as she’s got the reins in her hands. You catch her by surprise, she don’t do so good. She thinks slow, she gets flustered, she does dumb things. So Gorgeous figured we better get over there and sit on her till she calmed down and whatever was bugging her blew away.”
“And Karl was there.”
“There and throwing a fit. He figured some of it out and he was going to tell the world. Donni even tried to buy him off, saying she’d give him his share after all. Dumb. After the way she screwed him over, and him just about sure what was going on. We didn’t have no choice. He wouldn’t back down. Even with me and Gorgeous there. It was our asses or his. I thought we made it look good.”
“You did. You just didn’t know he was so chicken nobody would believe he did it himself. Who was the other guy who was there?”
“What other guy?”
“A man in a hooded black cloak.”
“I never saw one.”
“Uhm.” I paced. There were more questions I wanted to ask, but most had to do with the money. I didn’t want Chodo getting interested in that. And Skredli had given me plenty to untangle, anyway. Probably close to enough. Donni Pell would put the cap on it. She would throw some light into the hearts of some shadows. She would cast the bones of doom for somebody.
“I played it straight for you,” Skredli said. “Get me out of here.”
“I’ll have to talk Mr. Chodo into it,” I replied. “What will you do?”
“Head north as fast as I can run. I don’t want to be anywhere around when Raver Styx hits town. And there ain’t nothing here for me anymore, anyway.”
“You’d keep your mouth shut?”
“Are you kidding? Whose throat would the knife bite first?”
“Good point.” I wagged a hand at Morley, indicating the door. He moved to open it. Chodo rolled out of his way. Morley stepped aside. Chodo and I followed.
“Where do you stand?” I asked the kingpin, indicating the door with a jerk of my head.
“I got rid of the bloodsucker bothering me. That’s just a hired hand. You can have him.”
“I don’t know if I want him. Maybe he swung the knife but didn’t give the order.” We walked for a while. I said, “You know Saucerhead Tharpe?”
“I’ve heard the name. I know the reputation. I’ve never had the pleasure.”
“Saucerhead Tharpe has a grievance against Skredli. It supersedes mine. I think he deserves first choice in deciding.”
We traveled through that vast room where the naked ladies played. Again Morley had trouble steering. To Chodo they were furniture. He said, “Tell Tharpe to come out if he wants a piece.” And, “If I don’t hear by this time tomorrow, I turn him loose.” And, at the front door, “Sometimes you let one go so word gets around how it goes for those who don’t get out.”
“Sure.” Morley and I stepped outside and waited for an escort. We didn’t speak until we were on the public road. Then I asked, “You think Chodo will let him go?”
“No.”
“Me neither.”
“What now, Garrett?”
“I don’t know about you. I’m going home to sleep. I had a late night last night.”
“Sounds good to me. You let me know if anything comes of all this.”
“How’s your financial position these days, Morley?”
He gave me a dark look, but replied, “I’m doing all right.”
“Yeah. I figured you would be. Listen, knot head. Stay away from the damned water-spider races. I’m not getting killed in one of your harebrained schemes for getting out from under.”
“Hey, Garrett!”
“You’ve done it to me twice, Morley. This time maybe not as hairy as last time, but that crap down in Ogre Town was too damned close. You hear what I’m saying?”
He heard well enough to sulk.
__XLI__
I needed a sixteen-hour nap, but I devoured a roast chicken with trimmings and clowned a couple quarts of beer instead. I went into the Dead Man’s den, being careful not to trample on the bodies, and tiptoed over to the shelves on the short north wall. Among the clutter I found a fine collection of maps. I dug out several and settled in my reserved chair.
/see you had a productive day.
He startled me. I hadn’t known he was awake. But that’s the sort of game he likes to play — sneak and scare. Near my heart I nurture a suspicion that malicious and capricious spirits are dead Loghyr disembodied.
I didn’t answer immediately.
A productive day indeed. You are smugly certain you have a handle on everything and no longer need badger me to do your thinking for you. Just to be contrary — though that’s probably what he wanted — I gave him a blow-by-blow of everything that had happened since my last report. He seemed amused by my having chewed Morley out. While I talked, I ran my right forefinger along lines on one of the maps, trying to visualize points of interest barely noticed in the real world.
Looking for a place someone unfamiliar with the territory might have felt safe squirreling a pile of gold when pressed for time?
“I’m thinking about going for a ride in the country tomorrow, maybe stopping to go swimming under a few bridges.”
An interesting notion. Though you may never get to put it to the test.
“Why not?”
You still need me to explain to you the consequences of your actions? The Stormwarden Raver Styx was due home today. She should, in fact, have been home for some hours now. She should be howling at the moon. And who has had his nose deep into the thing, from several angles? Who is she going to drag in to answer questions right beside Domina Dount and the Baronet daPena?
I suppose that had been lounging around in the back of my mind, overshadowed by the puzzle. And maybe by a touch of gold fever. “Dean!”
He looked a bit exasperated when he stuck his head in. “Yes sir?”
“Don’t answer the door tonight. I’ll do it. In fact, why don’t you go on home and put yourself out of harm’s way? You haven’t left for days. Maybe a few of your nieces have roped some men.”
Dean smiled. �
��You aren’t closing me out now, sir. I’ll stay.”
“It’s your funeral.”
As if conjured by the conversation, someone began pounding on the door. I went and peeked through the peephole. I didn’t recognize any of the crowd, but they wore Raver Styx’s colors. I shut the peephole and went for another beer.
Her men? the Dead Man asked when I returned.
“Yes.” 1 turned to the maps again.
You ignore her at your peril.
Yours too, I thought. “I know what I’m doing.”
You usually think you do. Occasionally you are correct.
I ignored him, too.
It wasn’t ten minutes before someone else knocked. This time when I peeped I found Sadler on the stoop.
“Chodo said tell you what we come up with,” he said when I opened the door, making no move to come inside. “We asked around, places. Somebody got word to her we were looking. She took off. Out of town. Nobody knows where she landed. We asked.”
I’ll bet they did.
“Chodo says tell you he still owes you the favor.”
“Tell him I said thank you very much.”
“I don’t say much to civilians, Garrett. But you done all right down in Ogre Town. You maybe pulled us all out with your trick. So I’ll tell you, don’t waste that favor on nothing silly.”
“Right.”
He turned away and hiked. I shut the door and went back to the Dead Man.
Good advice, Garrett. A favor due from the kingpin is like a pound of gold squirreled away.
“I don’t like it anyway. I just hope he stays alive long enough for me to collect.” Kingpins have a habit of turning up dead almost as often as our kings do. It was quiet for an hour. So quiet I dozed off in my chair, the maps sliding out of my lap. The Dead Man awakened me with a sudden strong touch. Company again, Garrett. I heard the knocking as I tried to get the body parts moving in unison. When I peeked, I saw Morley on the stoop. He was alone. I opened up and he slipped inside. “I wake you?”
“Sort of. I thought you were going to crap out. What’s up?”
“I just heard something I thought you should know. They found that guy Courter Slauce in an alley a couple streets from here. Somebody busted the back of his head in for him.”
“What?” I tried to shake the groggies. “He’s dead?”
“Like the proverbial wedge.”
“Who did it?”
“How should I know?”
“This don’t make sense. I have to get some tea or something. Wash the cobwebs out.”
“For that you’ll need the high water of the decade. Sometimes I think the only substance inside your head is the dust on the cobwebs.”
“Ain’t nothing will perk you up like a vote of confidence from your friends. Dean. Tea.”
Dean had water on. He always does. He favors tea the way I favor beer. He brewed me a mug thick enough to slice. In the meantime, I asked Morley, “Did you keep anyone watching the Stormwarden’s place?”
“For all the good it did. Till today.”
“And?”
“There’s no way to do a decent job when you spend eighty percent of your time dodging security patrols.”
“They got nothing?”
“Zippo. Zilch. Zero. Armies could have marched in and out and they would have missed them.”
“It was a long shot anyway. What about Pokey?”
“What about him? Why keep on him?”
“He might have trotted off to somebody interesting.”
“You’re grasping, Garrett. Pokey Pigotta? You’re kidding.”
“There’s always a chance.”
“There’s a chance the world will end tomorrow. I’ll give you fifty-to-one odds it does before Pokey Pigotta does something unprofessional.”
“I don’t want to hear bet or odds from you.”
He gave me a narrow-eyed look. “I laid off you and your poisonous diet, Garrett. I laid off your self-destructive knight errantry. You lay off me. I’ll go to hell in my own way.”
“I don’t care how you go to hell, Morley. That’s your business. But every time you head out you throw a rope on me and try to drag me along.”
“You feel that way about it, quit pulling me into your quests.”
“I pay you to do a job. That’s all I want done.”
“Somebody ought to profit. If you’re so damned lily pure, you’re willing to get paid off in self-satisfaction for righting deadly wrongs —”
Dean interjected, “You kids want to whoop and holler and call each other names, why don’t you take it out in the alley? Or at least get it out of my kitchen.”
I was about to patiently explain again who owned that kitchen and who just worked there, when someone else came pounding on my door and hollering for me. “Saucerhead,” I said, and headed that way. Morley followed me. I asked, “Who killed Slauce?”
“I told you I don’t know. I heard he was dead. I came to tell you. I didn’t go turn out his pockets to see if he left a note naming his killer.”
I peeked through the peephole, just in case. I was in one of those moods.
Saucerhead, all right. And Amber. And several of the Stormwarden’s men, including a couple who had been around before. I let Morley peek. “You want to be here for this?”
“No. I’m done. With you, with them, with the whole damned mess.”
“Have it your way.” I opened the door as Saucerhead wound up to start pounding again. Morley shoved out, grumbled a greeting. I said, “You two can come inside. The army stays where it is.”
__XLII__
“Whats A matter with Morley?” Saucerhead asked. He had a glazed look, but I suppose even a statue would be numb after an exposure to the Storm warden Raver Styx.
“He tried to take a bite out of something that bit him back. Or maybe it was the other way around. What’re you two up to, with your private army out there?”
“Mother wants you,” Amber said. “You should have seen Mr. Tharpe stand up to Domina and Mother. He was magnificent.”
“I’ve heard him called a lot of things but magnificent was never on the list.”
“I didn’t do nothing but stand there and pretend I was deaf except when they absolutely had to have me say something. Then I just sounded stupid and said they had to talk to her on account of I was working for her.”
“And what was it all about?” I asked Amber.
“They wanted him out. They really got mad because he wouldn’t go and I wouldn’t tell him to go.”
“It’ll do them good. So your mother wants me to come running.”
“Yes.”
“Why did she send you?”
“Because she sent Courter and he didn’t even come back. Then she sent Dawson and you wouldn’t open the door.”
Courter? She sent him to gel me?
“Dean! Come here a minute.” He came in. “Did anybody come to the door today? Before I told you I would answer it myself?”
“No. Just the boy who brought the letter.”
“What letter?”
“I put it on your desk. I assumed you’d seen it.”
“Excuse me for a minute.” I went to the office. The letter was there, all right. I gave it a read. It was from my friend Tinnie. Out of sight, she had slipped out of mind.
“Anything important?” Saucerhead asked when I returned.
“Nah. Red’s headed for TunFaire.”
He looked at Amber sidelong, smirked. “That ought to put some life back in this town.”
“Amber, does your mother think I’ll just hike out there because she crooked her finger?”
“She’s the Stormwarden Raver Styx, Garrett. She’s used to getting what she wants.”
“She isn’t getting it this time. I’m tired and I’ve been playing with thugs so much lately another one isn’t going to bother me none. Tell her if she wants to see me, she knows where to find me. During normal business hours. If she comes down now, I won’t answer the door.�
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Amber said, “I’m not going to tell her anything, Garrett. I’m not going back. I forgot how bad it could get till she came storming in. As far as I’m concerned, she can take it out on Father and Domina from now on. She’s seen the last of her unbeloved daughter.... You did mean it when you let me have that gold, didn’t you?”
I was tempted to say no just to see how quick she could turn in her tracks, but forbore. “Yes.”
“Then I’m going upstairs. You can go home, Mr. Tharpe.”
“Just a minute, girl. You’re going to declare your independence, you’re going to declare your independence. You can stay tonight because it’s too late to do it now but tomorrow you go shopping for a place of your own.”
For a moment she was stunned. Then she looked hurt.
I tried to soften it. “This is a dangerous place and I’m in a dangerous line.”
“And I have a dangerous family.”
“That, too. When you relay my message to the troops out there, tell them to tell your mother that Courter didn’t run away after all. Somebody lured him into an alley and smashed his head in. She can sleep on that.”
Amber gawked. She opened and closed her mouth several times.
“You look like a goldfish.”
“Really? Courter was murdered too?”
“Yes.”
“Why would anyone do that?”
“I assume because he was coming to see me.”
“Damn them!”
As I hoped, the anger I’d aroused now became a white righteous fury. She stomped to the door.
I raised a hand, delaying Saucerhead. “Chodo had me out to his place today. He still has that character that killed Amiranda. He offered him to me. I told him you had more claim. He said if you’re interested, get your butt out there because tomorrow he’s going to turn him loose.”
Saucerhead pursed his lips and touched himself a couple of places where he still hurt. He grunted.
