Cold Copper Tears gf-3

by Glen Cook

  I yanked my hand away.

  I didn't know what to do.

  Maya stepped in. "Who are you?"

  "I'm whoever you want me to be." She registered no surprise at a woman's voice. "I'll be whatever you want. I'm your fantasy."

  Yes. Oh, yes.

  She started on the last layer of clothing.

  I turned around. I couldn't handle it, not with Maya there.

  I wondered if there was some drug in the air, or maybe a subtle sorcery that enhanced the normal magic of a beautiful woman disrobing.

  I knew what kind of acting Jill did. She'd be a natural here. She had the looks, she had the style, and she had the heat when she wanted. Put her in one of those rooms, and she could be bewitching.

  I rested my hand on Maya's shoulder, whispered, "I'm going to check the other boxes."

  She nodded.

  When I stepped out only two sets of curtains were drawn. A man was just leaving. I went up and down the hall quickly. Four of the empties had signs up indicating there would be no response if you rang. I guessed the place was a twenty-four-hour operation and only one woman used a setup. Most would be on duty now because the Tenderloin was headed into its busy hours.

  I rang a bell and conjured a redhead who reminded me of Tinnie but wasn't Jill Craight. I got out before she worked a spell on me.

  The old man was in the hall. He looked at me quizzically. I dropped coins into his hand. "I'm going to take the tour."

  "Suit yourself." An old veteran of the Tenderloin. No surprises. None of his business what I did as long as I paid.

  Each woman was as marvelous as the last but none were Jill. I even waited out the occupants of the two busy boxes. One of the ladies wasn't Jill and the other put out her sign and refused to answer her bell.

  Twelve possibilities whittled down to five. I considered working on the old man, discarded the idea. Unless I wanted to sit on him he'd warn Jill that somebody was asking questions. I knew where to look now. All I needed to do was come back until I'd seen them all.

  I went back to box one. Maya and the elfish woman were chattering like sisters. The woman had her clothes on. Just as well. There are limits to what a man can take.

  Maya glanced back to make sure it was me. "I'm almost done. Time's up anyway."

  They exchanged a few pleasantries in a way that made me suspect I'd interrupted some girl talk. Maya got up and leaned close, whispered, "You have to leave a tip. That's the way they make their money. The old man keeps what he takes."

  Except for the kingpin's cut, of course. Which would come out of the tips, too.

  "Where?"

  Maya showed me a slot in the tabletop which was the only way to pass objects from one side of the glass to the other. I rilled it with a generous sprinkle of silver. I wasn't out much. It had come from the kingpin to begin and some of it might have gone to him from here.

  Maya squeezed my arm. She was pleased with me. I figured the woman had run a good game on her. I led her out of there.

  A man was coming in the front door as I parted the hall curtains for Maya. I caught only a glimpse of a little dink with a shiny head and an epic schnoz. He froze. Maya froze. I walked into her. We tangled. When we untangled he was gone. "What the hell?"

  "That was him, Garrett. He recognized me."

  "That was who?"

  "The guy that was in that apartment. The one that ran me over."

  The old man fed his fire. He saw nothing. He heard nothing.

  That runt had some eye if he'd recognized this Maya as the filthy girl who'd been in that apartment.

  I plunged into the street and saw a lot of what the old man saw inside. The dink was a magician. Or maybe he was just so short he couldn't be spotted in the crowd.

  It's carnival every night down there. I have to admit it's not all whoring and sleaze. There are tamer entertainments. Hell, two doors from where I stood there was a bingo hall with the vanguard of its regiment of old ladies just arriving. But sleaze is the axis of the Tenderloin and the misery there outweighs the innocuous entertainments.

  I asked my angels if they'd seen the little guy. They didn't know what I was talking about. I asked the barker. He hadn't seen a thing and was too busy to chat. Irked, I told him, "I'll be back tomorrow. We'll talk when you're not so pressed."

  "Yeah. Sure. Nobody's going to say I don't cooperate with the organization."

  Exasperated, I collected Maya and headed home.

  39

  We didn't say much for a while. Then I recalled something and changed course abruptly.

  "What're you doing now?"

  "Almost forgot I have to see Morley."

  "Oh. Mr. Charm,"

  "He gets a look at you tonight you might have to fight him off with a stick.''

  She gave me a look. "Thanks for the compliment. I think."

  Half a block later she told me, "I was going to seduce you tonight. But now I can't."

  "Hunh?" Investigators are fast on their feet and quick with a comeback.

  "If I did, it wouldn't be me you were with. You'd be thinking about her.''

  "Who her?" Look at that footwork. The boy is so fast you can't see him move.

  "Polly. The elfish girl."

  "Her? I'd forgotten her already," I lied.

  "And the moon is made of green cheese."

  "That's what the experts say. But as long as you bring her up, what'd she have to say?"

  "I couldn't get specific because I didn't want her to know what we were up to. She might tell Hester. I think you're right. One of the girls sounds like her. Polly doesn't like her. Polly is kind of a prude."

  "A what?" I laughed.

  "It's all look-and-don't-touch on the premises there, Garrett. Polly says her regulars just want to talk to somebody who's easy on the eyes. Somebody who can listen and talk back, and who isn't any kind of threat. She never actually sees any of them. She says some of them must be important men but she doesn't know who they are. She never sees them outside. Some of the other girls do. Polly claims she's a virgin."

  Maya found that hard to swallow. I didn't want to think about it.

  It was a strange setup but I could see how it could be a gold mine—without extortion. The one thing the movers and shakers lack is somebody they can relax with and talk to without risking betrayal.

  That was the essence of the racket. Polly harvested enough in tips to satisfy herself. But some of her co-workers wanted more.

  "It's because she's elfish," Maya guessed. "She doesn't have to hurry. She can trade on her looks for a long time. Human women only get a few years." Hint, hint. Nudge, nudge. The girl had her own talent for distraction. Had to be inborn. How would she learn it running with a street gang?

  We got to Morley's place. Maya reaped a harvest of appreciative looks. Nobody paid any attention to me. So that was the secret of getting in without the gauntlet of hostile stares—bring a woman to distract them.

  Slade was behind the counter. He lifted the speaking tube and pointed upstairs. We took the hint. I knocked on the office door. Morley let us in.

  "Your taste has improved, Garrett." He ogled Maya.

  I slipped my arm around her waist. "Didn't have time to get her into the disguise we use to protect her from characters like you."

  His eyes popped. "You're the lady he was with the other night?''

  She just smiled mysteriously.

  "Miracles do happen," he said. And whined, "But they never happen to me."

  At which point a gorgeous half-caste brunette stepped out of his back room and draped herself on his shoulder.

  "I hope your luck turns, Morley. Saucerhead said you had some news for me."

  "Yes. Remember the man whose name you mentioned to the kingpin? The one who visited you the night you got into your mess?"

  I presumed he was being cagey about naming Peridont. "That religious character?"

  "The very one."

  "What about him?"

  "Somebody sent him to his reward.
Put a poisoned quarrel in his back. About four blocks from your place. I figure he was going to see you. He wouldn't have any other reason to be around there dressed like somebody's gardener."

  Maybe. "Damn! Who did it?"

  Morley spread his hands wide and gave a blank look. "I suppose one of the same fun-loving bunch. It went down in broad daylight, in front of fifty witnesses. Farmer-looking guy just steps out of a doorway behind him and lets him have it."

  "Being a wizard ain't everything." I'd developed an itch between my shoulder blades. That could happen to anybody at any time. If somebody wants you bad enough, they'll get you. "I don't know if I wanted to know that."

  "We'll tighten up around you, Garrett. We'll make them work for it."

  "That's a comfort, Morley." Peridont getting it bothered me bad. I had this feeling I'd lost my last best ally.

  "You think I want to go tell Chodo I blew it?"

  I knew what he wanted to say, but he was saying it so clumsily it was worse than if he hadn't said anything. For Morley, the actual expression of concern or friendship is next to impossible.

  "Never mind," I told him. "Quit while you're ahead. Was there anything else?" His friend was tickling his neck with a fingernail. He wouldn't keep his mind on business long.

  "No. Go home and stay there. We won't have to pick up pieces of Garrett if you keep your head down." "Right. I'll think about it." "Don't think. Do." "Come on, Maya. Let's go home." Morley and I both knew I wouldn't give it a thought.

  40

  It started when we were two blocks from my house, a roaring and grumbling hurrying up from the south. Lightning zigged around it. I pulled Maya into a doorway.

  "What is it?"

  "Something we don't want to notice us." A big, red nasty bobbed in the middle of the cloud.

  People stuck their heads out windows, got a look, and decided they didn't want to know.

  The micro storm headed straight for my place.

  Wouldn't you know it?

  This time there was no roof busting. A nasty red spider strutted down out of the night—and something swatted it right back.

  "Old Chuckles is going to pay his rent tonight," I muttered.

  "You're shaking."

  I was, worse than if I'd been in the thick of it. Yet my mind wasn't working right. I didn't think about Dean or the Dead Man. All I could think about was what might happen to my house. It was all I had in the world. I'd gone through hell to get the money to pay for it. I was getting too long in the tooth to start over.

  The storm whooped and hollered. The spider headed in again, scarlet swords of fire leaping from its eyes. Bam! They hit an invisible wall. The spider bounced back.

  "I didn't know he had it in him."

  The Dead Man had a lot more than I'd suspected. He never tried to hurt the spider, but he turned every assault. The more its efforts were stymied, the more ferocious the monster became. It didn't worry about damaging the neighborhood.

  This was going to make me popular with my neighbors.

  You can only stay keyed up so long. When I began to settle down I had a thought. "This doesn't make sense. I may have been a pain in the ass to those guys, but not this big a pain. There's something else going on."

  The flash and fury distressed Maya less than it did me. Maybe it was her lack of experience with sorcery. "Analyze it, Garrett. This is the second time your place has been attacked. You weren't home either time. Maybe it doesn't matter if you are. Maybe it's the house."

  "Or something in it."

  "Or something in it. Or someone."

  "Besides me? Nobody …" The Dead Man? But he'd been dead too long to have enemies left. "Know what I think? I got started on the wrong foot at the beginning. I've been trying to get it to make sense."

  Maya looked at me weird. "What the hell are you yapping about?"

  "I'm trying to make sense of something that isn't rational. I knew from the beginning that religion was involved. Several religions, maybe. You can try from now until the end of the world and you're not going to make sense out of that. I shouldn't be attacking it that way. I should be going with it, going after who's doing what to who and not trying to figure out why."

  Her look got weirder. "Did you get hit on the head? You're raving."

  Maybe I was. And maybe somewhere in my nonsense there was a kernel of wisdom. That business down the street looked like a good argument for reassessing my place in the excitement. "Ever been to Leifmold, kid?"

  "What?"

  "I'm starting to think the smart thing would be to get out of town. Let this thing take care of itself."

  She didn't believe me for a moment. And she was right. Maybe it's a lack of common sense. Maybe I just have a feeble survival instinct. I'd hang in until the end.

  I mean, what kind of reputation would I get if I backed off just because that was the safe thing to do? Somebody hires you, he wants you to stick. You want to work, you got to do that—at least until moral revulsion forces you out. You don't let a little thing like fear slow you down.

  The thing with eight limbs was on the ground now, stomping around the house, making the earth shake, roaring, grabbing up cobblestones and throwing them. I told Maya, "Every living city flunky will be around to pester me now." I didn't look forward to that. I'm not at my best with those people.

  One of my angels darted through the shifting witch light. I recognized Wedge.

  "Remind me I don't want to get into your line of work, Garrett." He looked up the street. "What the hell is going on?"

  "You got me. I'm not sure I want to know."

  The eight-limbed thing tore chunks out of a couple of houses, and flung them at my place. They bounced back. The Dead Man was showing unnecessary patience. The monster jumped up and down like an angry child. It looked to me like he and the Dead Man had a standoff. I was amazed. I couldn't picture my boarder holding his own against the avatar of a god.

  "I didn't sign on for this, Garrett," Wedge told me. "I ain't no chickenshit, but saving your ass from demons is a little top much."

  I could empathize with that. "Saving my ass from demons is a little too much for me, too, Wedge. You want to do a fade you won't hear me cry. I didn't beg Morley for any guardian angels."

  "You didn't. Chodo did. If you did he'd have told you to go tongue-kiss a ghoul. Bye, Garrett. Good luck."

  "Yeah." Candy ass. When the going gets tough, the smart get going and the stupid keep heading toward trouble. Garrett didn't have enough sense to follow Wedge's example. He hung on where he was.

  Maya asked, "We going to do something?"

  "Find a tavern and hang out till it's over."

  She knew a wisecrack when she heard one. "We hang around here and the Watch will scoop us up. They must be awake by now."

  She had a point. Something this loud would force those guys to come out so their asses would be covered when questions were asked later. In that way having the spider get held off was worse than having the house get smashed. This was a hurrah that couldn't be ignored.

  "Hell!" I spat. "Enough is enough." I stepped out of the doorway, trotted up the street, stopped a hundred-fifty feet from home, eyeballed the spider, wound up and let my last bottle fly like it was a flat rock. It didn't hit the spider but it did smash between the monster's legs. Whatever was inside splashed.

  The thing jumped about forty feet high and shrieked like the world's biggest stuck hog. It turned in the air. It picked me out of the crowd, which wasn't all that tough. It started its charge before it hit the ground.

  Now what, genius?

  I shoved Maya into a breezeway and scooted in after her. The spider smashed into the buildings as though trying to bull right through. It let out a big bass whoop of frustration, then started ripping materials out of its way. One hairy leg kept reaching for me.

  There were greenish spots on the leg where Peridont's stuff had splattered it. Every little bit it paused to scratch those. In five minutes it was scratching more than it was trying to get us
.

  The breezeway was a dead end. We were caught good. I didn't waste the five minutes it took the spider to become preoccupied with itself. I tested two doors and attacked the weakest. I got it open just as the spider started spending most of its time scratching.

  "Come on." I pushed into the darkened interior, part of someone's home. Maya stumbled around behind me. When I paused I heard rapid, frightened breathing. There were people in there, trying to keep quiet and not be noticed.

  We got through without killing ourselves on unseen furniture, found a window in back, got it open and slithered through.

  "Slick, Garrett," Maya said. "You'd better hope they didn't recognize you."

  "Yeah." I already had enough trouble getting along with my neighbors.

  "What now?"

  We took half a block along an alleyway, toward home, to where I could check on the spider.

  For a god it wasn't very bright. It was still trying to tear its way into that breezeway, when it wasn't scratching. Doing a fair job, too. "When I say go, we head for the front door. And pray Dean lets us in before that thing catches up."

  "I think maybe going to Leifmold was a better idea."

  "Maybe. Ready?"

  "Yes."

  "Go."

  That damned spider wasn't as fixated as I hoped. It spotted us and began bouncing in our direction before we'd gone ten steps.

  We wouldn't make it in time.

  41

  Maya pounded the door with both fists. I bellowed at Dean. The spider galloped toward us. I spotted a human skull-type face where the thing's head was, sort of like it had been painted over the usual spider face. Spreading mandibles made that skull look like it was grinning.

  Chains and bolts rattled on the other side of the door.

  We had gotten Dean's attention.

  But it was too late. The spider was on us—

  It hit something. Or something hit it. There was a sound like crunching gravel. The monster went tumbling back the way it had come, trailing another of its bellows of frustration. "The Dead Man is still on the job," I gasped at Maya. "Come on, Dean!"