Mermaid Precinct (ARC)

by Keith R. A. DeCandido

  MERMAID Precinct

  Keith R.A. DeCandido

  eSpec Books LLC

  Pennsville, NJ

  Also by Keith R.A. DeCandido,

  from eSpec Books

  The Precinct Series

  DRAGON PRECINCT

  UNICORN PRECINCT

  GOBLIN PRECINCT

  GRYPHON PRECINCT

  TALES FROM DRAGON PRECINCT

  Forthcoming Titles

  PHOENIX PRECINCT

  MANTICORE PRECINCT

  MORE TALES FROM DRAGON PRECINCT

  Other Titles

  WITHOUT A LICENSE

  PUBLISHED BY

  eSpec Books LLC

  Danielle McPhail, Publisher

  PO Box 242,

  Pennsville, New Jersey 08070

  www.especbooks.com

  Copyright ©2019 Keith R.A. DeCandido

  ISBN: 978-1-942990-92-5

  ISBN (ebook): 978-1-942990-91-8

  All rights reserved. No part of the contents of this book may

  be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without the written permission of the publisher.

  All persons, places, and events in this book are fictitious

  and any resemblance to actual persons, places, or events is purely

  coincidental.

  Interior Design: Danielle McPhail

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  Cover Design: Mike McPhail

  Current Design based on previous cover design by Jenn Reese

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  Mermaid Medallion © Yakutsenya Marina

  Sword © Cake78

  Dedicated to all

  my incredibly patient Kickstarter supporters.

  You’re the best.

  CONTENTS

  Acknowledgements

  One

  Two

  Three

  Four

  Five

  Six

  Seven

  Eight

  Nine

  Ten

  Eleven

  Twelve

  Thirteen

  Fourteen

  Fifteen

  Sixteen

  Seventeen

  Eighteen

  Nineteen

  Bonus Vingettes

  An Unexpected Trip to Sandy Brook Way

  Do Not Ask the Question if You Do Not Want the Answer

  Gan Brightblade and the Swamp of Kormak

  The Streak

  About the Author

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  Thanks to Danielle Ackley-McPhail, Mike McPhail, and Greg Schauer of eSpec Books, who rescued this series, republishing the previous books and agreeing to publish this and the next two novels, plus another short story collection. (“Two novels?” I hear you cry. “But we’re out of precincts!” Yes, and no. All will be revealed in Chapter 1 of this book, trust me.)

  My wife, Wrenn Simms, who helped me plot out this book during one of our long-drive kibbitz sessions that has resulted in some of my best fiction. GraceAnne Andreassi DeCandido, a.k.a. The Mom, who as ever served as a fine first reader, beating my drafts into shape. My agent, Lucienne Diver, who keeps the paperwork mills grinding as per usual.

  Thanks to all the usual suspects: The Forebearance, Meredith Peruzzi, Matthew Holcombe, David Snowdeal, Lilly Hayes, Anneliese Hopwood, Sasquatch Nelson, and the late, very much lamented Dale Mazur, my dear brother-in-law and housemate, whom we still miss every damn day.

  But the most thanks go to the following, who supported this book on Kickstarter: Danielle Ackley-McPhail, Benjamin Adler, Lorraine Anderson, Tom B., Emily Baisch, Linda Balder, Stephen Ballentine, balooster, Matthew Barr, Fred Bauer, Diane Bellomo, Todd Bennett, Michael Bentley, Jeremy Bottroff, Kiri Breese-Garelick, Jason Burns, Michael A. Burstein, Dennis P. Campbell, Rose Marie Caratozzolo, Marion F. Carpenter Jr., Danny Chamberlain, Chris, Caren Christiansen, Christopher, Anne Code, Brendan Coffey, Rachel Cooper, Corey, Amanda Cornwell, Mike Crate, Mary Catelynn Cunningham, Cyber Dave, Isaac “Will It Work” Dansicker, Alan Danziger, Todd Dashoff, Dwight Davis, Barbara deBary-Kesner, Annie Grainia Donahue, Heather Eberhardt, Dr. DéAnna Ernst, eSpec Books, Zachary Faneuf, Richard Fine, Will “scifantasy” Frank, John French, Eric Gasior, Rich Gonzalez, Tina Good, Michael Gordon, Oliver Graf, Robert Greenberger, Joe Greene, Jaq Greenspon, Chris Gren, Anna Gridneva, Darrell Z. Grizzle, Carol Guess, Andreas Gustafsson, Carol Gyzander, Jonathan Haar, Kay Hafner, James Hallam, Julie Harris, Shael Hawman, Sherrill Hayes, Morgan Hazelwood, Joan Hoffman, Lonni Holland, Andrew Holman, Tanya Huff, Jonathan Hurley, Jeffrey Imparato, Elizabeth Inglee-Richards, Nicholas Irish, Maya J, Carol Jones, Andrew Kaplan, Laura Kaplan, Vaidah Katz, D Kelly, Amy Keyes, Kit Kindred, David “Handlebar” Kingsley, Todd Kogutt, Sonia Koval, Stephen Lesnik, Rita Lewis, Jeff Linder, Stephanie Lucas, Zan Lynx, Siannan MacDuff, Mara, Marc Margelli, Rebecca McClannahan, David Medinnus, MissMelysse, John J. Ordover, Maree Pavletich, Meredith Peruzzi, John Peters, Christon Pierce, Linda Pierce, Dirk Plug, Tom Powers, Jill Moss Racop, Rachael Raffensperger, Barry Rice, Rivka, Joe Rixman, Suzanne Rosin, Sasquatch, Kate Savage, scantrontb, Raymond Seavey, Jack Scheer, Abbe Schneider, Jeff Schultz, William Schulz, Emmanuel Seyman, Subrata Sircar, Claudia Slaney, Eric Slaney, Lauren Smith, Peggy Davis Smith, Jonathan Spore, Mark Squire, Louis Srygley, Linda Holmes Stewart, Cecilia Tan, Scott Thede, Andrew Timson, Ariel Vitali, Judith Waidlich, Wanderer, Josh Ward, Everett A. Warren, Dave Weiner, Clint Wilcox, Brian York, and Mike Zipser. I love you all to little tiny bits.

  ONE

  An early autumn breeze tickled Lieutenant Danthres Tresyllione’s blonde hair as she stood impatiently on Albin Way wishing Lord Doval would hurry up and finish his speech.

  As he’d only just started talking, Danthres was less than optimistic that its end would come any time soon.

  “Today happens to be the first anniversary of my ascension to the lordship of this great city-state,” Doval was saying, standing in front of the entryway to the newest construction in Cliff’s End. “When I inherited the post following the death of my father, the great Lord Albin, I didn’t imagine the first year would be so very eventful.”

  Danthres snorted. Next to her, Lieutenant Torin ban Wyvald, her partner in the Cliff’s End Castle Guard, glanced at her and smiled inside his thin red goatee. The breeze barely stirred his close-cropped red hair.

  She whispered to him as Doval carried on, “Funny how he’s completely ignoring Blayk now.”

  “Can you blame him?” Torin whispered back.

  The reign of Doval’s older brother Blayk had begun with Albin’s death and ended with Blayk’s arrest and condemnation when it was revealed that he’d been responsible for his father’s death, as well as an attempt on the life of the king and queen. His reign had been barely a month long.

  “No, but I can be annoyed, since we were the ones who found Blayk out and had him arrested.”

  Doval was still droning on. “…at midwinter, the incorporation of the prison barge into the Castle Guard as Manticore Precinct, and most recently the expansion of the docks. Then, of course, there was the fire in Barlin. I must say that I am very proud of how this great city-state responded to the sudden influx of refugees from our sister city, resulting in, among other things, this grand new section of town, named after my great father.”

  Again, Danthres snorted. Officially the neighborhood was called Albinton, but everyone had been calling it “New Barlin,” since it was made up almost entirely of refugees from there. The origin of the fire that had devastated the city-state located to the west of here was still a mystery, as it had somehow managed to work past th
e fire-suppression spells provided by the Brotherhood of Wizards. However, that was a problem for Barlin’s lord and lady and their people.

  “The work done by the people of Cliff’s End in clearing this section of the Forest of Nimvale and in constructing the buildings and thoroughfares of Albinton is a testament to why this is truly the finest city-state in all of Flingaria.”

  Danthres rolled her eyes. Looking around, she saw that all of her fellow lieutenants, as well as Captain Dru, looked just as uncomfortable as she felt.

  Well, not quite all of her fellow lieutenants. Horran was conspicuously absent and would remain so—which made his lack of a replacement somewhat frustrating.

  “Having said that,” Doval continued, “our expansion has not been without its—ah, growing pains.”

  Dru let out a breath, but that was the closest anyone came to a groan. Danthres was grateful that at least nobody laughed at the awful joke.

  “The riot during midsummer, the rampage of the so-called Gorvangin, and the general rise in crime since the establishment of Albinton, has forced us to expand the Castle Guard. Our recruitment drive has been quite the success, and today we officially open our newest branch: Phoenix Precinct!”

  That prompted applause from the gathered crowd, which was mostly those selfsame new recruits, as well as a bunch of more experienced guards. Most of the latter were being assigned to this new precinct—they were all wearing the new phoenix crest on the chest of their leather armor. The new recruits had mostly been sent to Gryphon and Unicorn Precincts, which were the castle and the upper-class district, respectively. Those two precincts had the lightest duty—mostly it involved catering to the insane whims of the rich and tiresome—and Lord Doval, Sir Rommett (the member of the lord and lady’s court in charge of appropriations and such for the Castle Guard), and Captain Dru all agreed that it was best to put the new recruits there rather than in the new precinct. Phoenix was instead staffed by transfers from Dragon Precinct, the middle-class district; Goblin Precinct, the lower-class district; and Mermaid Precinct, the docklands.

  A guard in a green cloak stepped toward the front as Doval waited for the applause to die down. Danthres tried not to snarl. “I still can’t believe they promoted that shitbrain,” she muttered.

  Again, Torin smiled at her discomfort. “He did save young Dal Wint during midsummer.”

  “Which is the first useful thing he’s done in fourteen years on the job.”

  “And now,” Doval said, “may I present the officer in charge of the day shift at Phoenix Precinct, Sergeant Rik Slaney!”

  Slaney waved to the crowd, with the same stupid smile he’d had on his face when he’d left Danthres to subdue a troll all by herself, back when they both served together in Goblin Precinct twelve years previous. He’d had a mostly uneventful career, working first in Goblin, then Dragon Precinct. It was serving there during midsummer that he saved the life of the son of the construction ministers, Sir and Madam Wint. Given all the new buildings and roads going up all around the demesne, the Wints had become two of the most influential and powerful members of the court. Slaney’s promotion to sergeant was inevitable.

  Doval went on: “He will be joined by Sergeant Ander Kaplan, who will be taking the night shift. He’s home in bed right now, of course, resting up for his first shift this evening. Sergeant Slaney, please say a few words.”

  The smile fell from Slaney’s face, and a look of abject fear spread across his features. That change was proportional to Danthres’s own improvement in mood, as she went from annoyance at Slaney’s promotion to total glee at how scared and helpless he suddenly looked at the thought of speaking in front of all these people.

  “Well, uh, I mean—” Slaney swallowed. “I ain’t much for, uh, for public speakin’, really, but, uh—well, I guess I just wanna say ’at ’s’an honor to, uh, t’be in charge’a this, well, this new, um, precinct, and I’m ’opin’, um, this’ll mean, y’know, that New Barlin’ll be, um, safer and, ah, sounder, like, y’know?”

  Doval visibly winced at Slaney’s use of “New Barlin,” which gave Danthres even more joy.

  From the other side of her, Lieutenant Manfred whispered to her, “Roll call’s gonna be a nightmare if that’s how he talks to the troops.”

  Danthres chuckled. “And that’s one of his more lucid speeches.”

  “Tell me about it—I had to work with him in Dragon, back in the day.”

  Captain Dru shot them both a look and put a finger to his lips.

  “Er, well, thank you, Sergeant.” Doval had obviously been expecting a longer speech. “Without further ado—guards of Phoenix Precinct, consider your first day shift to have officially begun!”

  TWO

  After the new guards went inside, led by Slaney, Captain Dru had his people join Lord Doval to escort him back to the castle, along with several of the new recruits who were assigned to Gryphon Precinct. They proceeded around the periphery of New Barlin on Albin Way.

  “My apologies,” Doval said to Dru, “for making your detectives into a literal castle guard, but I’m afraid that it’s not always safe to walk the streets of Cliff’s End. I’m hoping this new precinct will change that.”

  “Me, too, m’lord,” Dru said. Then he smiled. “Besides, we’re all goin’ to the same place.”

  “Indeed.” Doval smiled back.

  Dru hadn’t been sure what to make of the new lord of the demesne a year ago when he took over from his brother, but Dru—who himself had been elevated to the captaincy at the same time—had found it to be a very productive working relationship. Doval was friendlier than your average rich twit, and didn’t mind a little bit of familiarity from his subordinates. This was a huge relief, as being formal had never been one of Dru’s strong suits. His discomfort with the strictures of the upper classes had been one of the reasons why he’d been hesitant to take the job initially.

  The better pay was enough to overcome that hesitation, of course. As was getting off the streets. He’d already lost his partner, Hawk, killed during a bank robbery, and his heart was no longer in detective work after that. It was safer in the castle, a fact appreciated by both him and his wife.

  Speaking of being safe... “Since we’re on the subject of dangerous streets, m’lord, we’re still down a detective.”

  “Yes, of course, Captain, my apologies. I’m afraid we’ve been so focused on increasing the guard ranks for Phoenix that replacing poor Lieutenant Horran has not been a financial priority.”

  “Maybe, m’lord, but it’s becomin’ a serious policin’ priority. Honestly, we could use two more detectives on top of Horran’s replacement.”

  “That will not be possible, I’m afraid, Captain, at least not yet,” Doval said as they reached the easternmost part of the circular thoroughfare named for Lord Albin and proceeded on Boulder Pass. That would take them to Meerka Way, the main street, named for Doval’s mother, the lady of the demesne and Albin’s widow. Meerka Way ran from the castle all the way to the docks.

  Dru was about to object when Doval continued, “However, you are correct that replacing Horran is long overdue. How is the lieutenant faring, by the way?”

  “The healers’ve done everything they can,” Dru said. “I just visited him last week, actually. He’s in pretty good spirits for a guy whose legs were crushed by a crazy dwarf.”

  “Those Gorvangin thugs were quite disruptive,” Doval said with a sigh.

  “That’s an understatement, m’lord.” Horran wasn’t the only guard who suffered a career-ending injury during the Gorvangin rampages.

  “Nonetheless, you are correct that Horran must be replaced. Did you have a particular guard in mind to promote?”

  “Actually, yeah. Remember the Phale case?”

  Doval actually shuddered at that. “Quite well, Captain. Madam Phale was quite—insistent in her urgings for you to solve the case.”

  Dru hid a grin. He’d been grateful at the time that Madam Phale felt comfortable going over everyone’s
head straight to the lord of the demesne, rather than crawl up the asses of the lieutenants who had caught the case.

  “Manfred and Kellan said they never would’ve closed it without the help of a guard from Unicorn named Dannee Ocly. She’s a—”

  Doval interrupted as they turned onto Meerka Way. “I’m actually familiar with Ocly. Her father was one of the finest dwarven architects extant, and I met him when I lived in Iaron. Her mother was an actor, and the first human to perform the lead in Shansheria. I saw her perform in Barlin.”

  “Yeah, Dannee lived in Barlin up until ’bout five years ago,” Dru said.

  “Indeed. I was thinking she might be a good person to have in Phoenix Precinct, to be honest. The people there might appreciate someone familiar with their former home.”

  “She’d be even better t’have in the east wing’a the castle, m’lord.”

  “Hm.” Doval rubbed his chin, which after a year, Dru had come to recognize as what the noble did when he’d decided on a course of action, but wasn’t sure he wanted to commit to it yet. Usually he came up with a feeble excuse in order to delay a final decision.