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Even Morley was puffing before we shook the pursuit. Staggering, I gasped, "It was torn already. And you"ve got another shirt. I"ve seen it."
He didn"t respond. He was holding a wake for his apparel, though you could hardly tell there was a problem if he stayed tucked in.
I croaked, "Those guys"ve been working out." My legs were rubber.
"Good thing you started before they did." He wasn"t puffing nearly enough to suit me. I don"t know how he stays in shape. I"ve seldom seen him do anything more strenuous than chase women.
Maybe he just lucked out when he picked his ancestors.
"How about we take five?" We could afford it. I needed it. Before I puked up my toenails.
We had ended up dodging into one of those small sin sinks that cling to the skirts of the Hill and cater to and prey upon the idle rich. n.o.body would help trace us there. Patrol folks weren"t welcome.
Morley and I planted our posteriors on a stoop where traffic seemed limited. Once I had sucked in enough air to rekindle my sense of humor, we began fantasizing scenarios wherein Winger did Winger sorts of things to find out what we were up to inside Maggie"s house-only with her suffering my kind of luck instead of her own.
You would have thought we were eleven again. We ended up with the giggles.
"Oh, d.a.m.n!" I couldn"t stop laughing, despite the bad news. "Look who just showed up."
The clumsy guy almost tripped over us before he realized that he had found us. His eyes got big. His face went pale. He gulped air. I gasped, "This clown has got to be psychic."
"Want to grab him?"
The suspicion that we might try occurred to him first. He went high-stepping around a corner before we finished swatting the dust off the backs of our laps.
"d.a.m.n! Where did he go?"
"What I expected," Morley said, suddenly morose as he stared down that empty cross street.
"Expected?"
"He"s a spook. Or a figment of your imagination."
"No. He"s no ghost. He"s just lucky."
"I"ve heard luck called a psychic talent."
"Give me a break, Morley. How can random results have anything to do with talent?"
"Luck was really random it would even out, wouldn"t it?"
"I suppose."
"So you ought to have some good luck once in a while, right? Unless you"re directing it somehow."
"Wait a minute-" Our squabble wandered far afield. It kept us entertained all the way to the West End. For the heck of it, we set a couple of ambushes along the way. Our tail evaded both through sheer dumb luck. Morley did a lot of smirking.
I told him, "I"m about to come around to your way of thinking."
"You say this Wixon and White place has a flimsy back door?"
"A bad joke. Unless it"s a trap." There are spiders that specialize in catching other spiders.
"Show me. We"ll treat your friends to chills and thrills."
Right. Morley was along just for the fun.
Wixon and White were open for trade. We lurked, watched a few customers come and go. "We"d better get on with it," I said. "Their local watch is a little too serious for my taste."
Morley grunted. I introduced him to the alley door. He scoped it out, suggested, "Give me ten minutes."
"Ten? You going to take it out frame and all?"
"No, I was considering doing it quietly. You wanted fast you should have brought Saucerhead Tharpe. Finesse, Garrett. Surprise. I don"t do Thon-Gore the Learning Disabled."
"Right." I left the artist to his easel.
My old pal was hustling a personal agenda again. I had a good suspicion, too. And I didn"t care. I just wanted to get on with my job-the way I had defined it.
I wondered if I had an employer anymore. I hadn"t heard.
I waited in the breezeway while Morley did whatever. He did keep the racket down. I never heard a thing. No b.u.t.ternut thugs showed up to inconvenience us, either. I tried to psych myself into a role.
Time. I walked to the shop door and invited myself inside.
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"Howdy." I grinned. Wasn"t n.o.body there but them and me. I locked the door. I put the CLOSED CLOSED sign in the window. sign in the window.
One bold corsair demanded, "What are are you doing?" He wanted to sound tough, but his voice scrambled right up into a high squeak. you doing?" He wanted to sound tough, but his voice scrambled right up into a high squeak.
The other one didn"t say anything. After ten seconds frozen like those mythical birds that stare down snakes, he bolted for the back room. A moment later, he squealed like Morley was whipping him with a naked woman.
I trotted out my cheerful charlie voice. If you do that right, it"s really sinister. "Howdy, Robin." It had taken me a moment to sort them out. "We just dropped in to get the real skinny on Emerald Jenn." I pasted on my salesman"s smile. Robin squeaked again and decided to catch up with Penny.
Both those fierce buccaneers were taller than Morley. They looked pretty silly being held by their collars from behind, facing me, when I entered their lumber room. They were shaking.
I closed the door. I barred it. I leaned back against it. I asked, "Well? Want to pick a spokesman?" The room was an extreme mess. I"m sure it was a wreck to start but now had the air of a place hastily tossed, perhaps by a dedicated bibliophile in quest of a rare first edition. "Come on, fellows."
Heads shook.
"Let"s don"t be silly."
Morley forced them to kneel. He hauled out a knife way too long to be legal. He made its blade sing on his whetstone.
"Guys, I want Emerald Jenn. Also known as Justina Jenn. You"re going to tell me what you know about her. You"ll feel better for it. Start by telling me how you met her."
Wixon and White whimpered and whined and tried to exchange impa.s.sioned farewells. Boy, I was good. Oh, the drama. Morley did his bit by testing his edge on Penny"s mustache. A big hunk of lip hair tumbled to the floor. Morley went back to work with his whetstone.
"Don"t n.o.body need need to get killed," I said. "I thought I"d just skin one of you." I toed that glob of hair. to get killed," I said. "I thought I"d just skin one of you." I toed that glob of hair.
"Immigrants," Morley observed.
"Probably." Karentines don"t rattle easily, having survived the Cantard. They would have made us work. "Talk to me, outlanders."
Robin cracked. "It was almost a year ago."
Penny glared.
"What was almost a year ago?"
"The first time the girl came to the shop. Looking lost. Looking for any handle."
"Just wandered in? Wanting to borrow a cup of frog fur?"
"No. She was just looking. In more ways than one."
"Uhm?"
"She was a lost soul, drowning in despair, looking for straws to grasp. There was a young man with her. Kewfer, I believe she called him. He was blond and beautiful and young and that was the only time he came around."
"Sorry he broke your heart. Don"t go misty on me."
Penny didn"t like Robin"s wistful tone, either, but he just kept the glare cooking.
"Kewfer?" I stressed it just as he had.
Thoughtfully, Morley suggested, "Quince Quefour?"
"Quince." Left me thoughtful, too. Quincy Quentin Q. Quintillas was pretty enough to launch a thousand ships filled with fierce pirates. He was a small-time conman of the smallest time, too d.a.m.ned dumb to amount to anything. He was part elvish. Made him look younger than his real years and got him out of army time. A faked spook thing would be right up Quefour"s alley.
I barely knew him, didn"t want to know him better. I described him.
Robin nodded vigorously, eager to please. I wondered if he was just telling me what he thought I wanted to hear.
"Thank you, Robin. You see? We can get along fine. What was Quefour up to?"
Baffled look. "He wasn"t up to anything. He was just with the girl. Wasn"t much special about her, either."
Of course not. You were l.u.s.ting in your heart. "Please explain."
"She wanted an easy answer. She was looking for easy answers."
"I thought she was desperate."
"Desperate after the fashion of her age. Kids want results without work. They believe they deserve deserve magical answers. They don"t want to hear that real magic is hard work. Your stormwardens and firelords spend twenty years studying and practicing. These kids think you just wiggle your fingers..." magical answers. They don"t want to hear that real magic is hard work. Your stormwardens and firelords spend twenty years studying and practicing. These kids think you just wiggle your fingers..."
Morley"s magic fingers darted, slapped Robin"s hand. Robin had started wiggling fingers as if by way of demonstration. He might have suckered us had we not been in the back of a shop that supplied witches and warlocks.
"Stick to Emerald Jenn. I develop a taste for social commentary, I"ll head for the front steps of the Chancery." The most marvelous lunatics hold forth there. "Emerald, Robin. Quefour didn"t come back but she did. Talk to me."
"You don"t need to be brutal. Emmy was a runaway. Came from upcountry. We knew that but not much more till a few weeks ago."
"A runaway," I repeated, trying to put an evil twist on everything I said. Morley rolled his eyes. "On her own here for a year." Scary idea. A girl can live a lifetime in a year on the streets of TunFaire. "What did she run from?"
"Her mother."
Who had been worried because her baby had been missing six days. "Go on."
"She didn"t go into detail, but it was obvious the woman was a horror."
"Emerald spend a lot of time here?"
"She helped out. Sometimes she stayed back here." Gesture toward a ratty pallet. I didn"t apologize for what I had thought about that. "She was a wounded bird. We gave her a place to feel safe." Hint of defiance.
I could see a girl feeling safer with Penny and Robin than on the street. Trouble was, I had trouble accepting them as philanthropists. Too cynical am I.
Robin was a real chatterbox when he loosened up. I spent a lot of energy guiding him back to the main path.
"Seen her lately?"
"No. She heard her mother had come to town."
"That would make her stay away?"
"She thought her mother would look for her. And she is looking, right? You"re here. She doesn"t want to be found. People who don"t know where she is can"t give her away."
Morley and I exchanged glances. "What"s she scared of?"
Robin and Penny got into the look-trading business. A growth industry. Only they were puzzled.
"You don"t know." My intuition was at work. "She told a tale but you didn"t buy it. Think you know her? She the kind to fill you up and leave you to feed the wolves?"
"What?"
"She knows her mother. She"d know what kind of people would be sent."
More looks flashing. The ferocious pirates of this world are paranoid. Given our record, they are justified in expecting evil of the rest of us.