"Hey, no. I"m just a regular guy."
Maybe she had trouble hearing over the racket from the stairwell. Or maybe she had trouble hearing over the uproar from the hall and ward. She sure didn"t get my message. She whooped and hollered like she thought she was going to get carried off by a lunatic or something.
I grabbed a wrist, mostly to keep from falling down. I noticed that she was blond and recalled that that was one of my favorites but I didn"t have oomph enough to let her know. The bleeding had stopped a long time ago, but my head wasn"t much better. The smoke hadn"t done me any good, either.
I hacked out, "Pipe down! We"re going for a walk, sister. I don"t want anybody should get hurt, but that ain"t my top priority. You get the drift? You keep on wailing-"
She shut up. Blue eyes big and beautiful, she bobbed her head.
"I"ll cut you loose at the front door. Maybe. If you"re good and I don"t get no more trouble." Snappy rhetoric, Garrett. Your roots are showing.
I was getting the edge on the smoke, though. I was ready to bet myself she would be good. A figure like that, it burned. No. Forget fire. Fire means smoke. I just swallowed enough smoke to last forever.
I leaned on the lady like she was my sweetie. "I need your help." Rotten to the heart, I am. But this would be our only date.
She nodded again.
Then she tripped me, the naughty girl.
And then then my friend Winger blasted through that stairwell door, flinging battered orderlies ahead of her. "G.o.dd.a.m.n, Garrett! I bust in here fixing to save your a.s.s and what do I find? You trying to bop some bimbo in front of the whole d.a.m.ned world." She grabbed my collar, hoisted me away from my latest daydream, who had gone down when I had. Winger set me on my feet, then proceeded to whip the pudding out of a burly, hirsute attendant who meant to object to the irregularity of the way she was checking me out. Between punches she grunted, "You got to get your priorities straight, Garrett." my friend Winger blasted through that stairwell door, flinging battered orderlies ahead of her. "G.o.dd.a.m.n, Garrett! I bust in here fixing to save your a.s.s and what do I find? You trying to bop some bimbo in front of the whole d.a.m.ned world." She grabbed my collar, hoisted me away from my latest daydream, who had gone down when I had. Winger set me on my feet, then proceeded to whip the pudding out of a burly, hirsute attendant who meant to object to the irregularity of the way she was checking me out. Between punches she grunted, "You got to get your priorities straight, Garrett."
No point mentioning who tripped who. You don"t explain to Winger. She creates her own realities.
While she was amusing herself with the hairy orderly, I asked the lady doctor, "What"s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?"
She wouldn"t answer even after I apologized for playing so rough.
"For heaven"s sake, Garrett, give it a rest," Winger snapped. "And come on."
I went along because she grabbed hold and took off. I grabbed the blonde as we went past. Down those stairs we went, stepping over the occasional moaning attendant. Winger had come through like a natural disaster. I bubbled, "I do hope I haven"t been too much trouble. Unfortunately, I can"t hang around just because somebody out there wants me in here instead of stomping on his toes." I put on my grim face. "When I catch up with him, I"ll make sure he gives you a big donation. Big enough to cover damages."
Winger rolled her eyes. She didn"t slow down and she didn"t let go.
The lady of the legs said, "You"re serious, aren"t you?"
Winger grumbled, "As serious as he can get when he"s in rut."
My new friend and I ignored her. I said, "That"s right. I find things for people. Just this morning, a lady from the Hill asked me to find her daughter. I"d barely started looking when a band of ruffians set upon me. Next thing I knew, I was coming to and there you were and I thought I"d died and gone to one of those afterlives where they have angels, only my head hurt too much."
"I risked life and limb for this," Winger muttered. "Your head is about to hurt a whole lot more."
The lady doc looked at me like she really wanted to believe. She said, "He does spread it thick, doesn"t he?"
"With a manure rake," Winger growled, reverting to uncultured country ways. You can take the girl out of the sticks, and so forth.
I said, "You ever feel the need to get in touch, just go up Macunado Street. When you get to Wizard"s Reach, start asking around for where the Dead Man stays."
The lady offered a weak smile. "I might do that. I just might. Just to see what happens."
"Fireworks. For sure."
Winger suggested, "Save yourself for marriage, honey. If there"s anything left."
The lady"s smile vanished.
You can"t win them all. You especially can"t when you have friends intent on throwing the game.
We"d reached the street in front of the Bledsoe. I tried to sprint off into the night at a fast shamble. I figured I ought to make tracks before some avenging orderly appeared.
After I"d gone a few steps, Winger observed, "That was the most disgusting display I"ve seen yet, Garrett. Don"t you ever stop?"
"We have to get out of here." I glanced over my shoulder at the Bledsoe. A glimpse of the place nearly panicked me. That had been close. "We got to disappear before they send somebody after us."
"You think they"re not going to know where to look? You all but gave that bimbo your address."
"Hey! You"re talking about the love of my life. She won"t give me away." I didn"t let her see my crossed fingers.
Winger shifted ground. "Why would they bother, anyway? Really?"
At this point, they probably wouldn"t. Anything they did now was likely to draw more attention than they could stand.
I shrugged. That"s always a useful, noncommital device.
20.
I waited till we had a good head start, just in case the hospital gang did decide to come after me. Then I grabbed Winger"s hand in a comealong grip.
"Hey! What the h.e.l.l you doing, Garrett?"
"You and me are going to sit here on these steps like young lovers and you"re going to whisper sweet nothings about what the h.e.l.l is going on. Got it?"
"No."
I added some muscle to the hold.
"Ouch! Ain"t that just like a man? No grat.i.tude. Save his a.s.s and-"
"Looked to me like I was doing an adequate job of saving it on my own. Sit."
Winger sat, but she kept grumbling. I didn"t let go. I wouldn"t get any answers if I did.
"Tell me about it, Winger."
"About what?" She can turn into the dumbest country girl that ever lived.
"I know you. Don"t waste stupid on me. Tell me about Maggie Jenn and her missing daughter and how come as soon as I take this job I get jumped, cold-c.o.c.ked, and shoved into the cackle factory in such a big hurry the fools don"t bother to empty my pockets? All the time I"m in there, I"m wondering how this could happen to me when only my pal Winger knows what I"m doing. And now I"m wondering how my pal Winger knew I needed help getting sprung from the Bledsoe. Stuff like that."
"Oh. That." She thought a while, making something up.
"Come on, Winger. Give truth a try. Just for the novelty."
She offered me a Winger-sized dirty look. "I was working for this pansy name of Grange Cleaver..."
"Grange Cleaver? What kind of name is that? Come on. Tell me there ain"t n.o.body named Grange Cleaver."
"Who"s going to tell this? You or me? You want to sit there and listen to the echo of your lips clacking, that"s all right with me. Only don"t expect me to hang around listening, too. I know how corny you get when you"re up on your high horse."
"Me? Corny?"
"Like some holy joe Revanchist roll in the aisles preacher."
"You wound me."
"I"d like to, sometimes."
"Promises, promises. You were working for a character with a name even a dwarf wouldn"t tolerate."
"Yeah. His mom and dad were probably named Trevor and Nigel." She gave me another dirty look, thought about getting stubborn. "I was working for him, you like his name or not. He had me watching Maggie Jenn. Because he expected her to try to kill him, he said."
"Why?"
"He didn"t say. I didn"t ask. The kind of mood he was in most times, it didn"t seem like a bright idea to nag."
"Not even a guess?"
"What"s with you, Garrett? I get three marks a day if I mind my own business and do my job. I maybe get kneecapped if I don"t."
Thus did we head for an argument about moral responsibility. We"d had it about fifty times before. The way Winger saw it, if you covered your own a.s.s you were doing your part.
She was trying to divert me.
"Guess it don"t matter, Winger. Go on. Explain how you ended up here."
"That"s easy. I"m a big dummy. I figured you for a pal. Somebody what didn"t deserve that raw a deal."
"How come I feel like there are some details shy here? You think you could put a little flesh on those bones?"
"You can be a real pain in the b.u.t.t, Garrett. Know what I mean?"
"I"ve heard that rumor." I waited. I did not relax my grip on her hand.
"All right. All right. So I was working for this Cleaver. Mostly on watching the Jenn bimbo, but on other stuff sometimes, too. It was like regular work, Garrett. Top pay and always something needed doing. Tonight I figured out why. Cleaver was putting me out front. People watched me while him and his nancy boys pulled stunts in the shadows."
I grunted but provided no sympathy. I can"t find much of that for somebody who won"t learn. Winger had gotten herself used before. She was big and good-looking and a woman, and because she was a woman hardly anyone took her seriously. This Grange Cleaver probably just thought she was a handy freak, though he was a freak himself.
"I know, Garrett. I know. You heard this one before. Probably you"ll hear it again. Sometimes it works out profitable."
Meaning she took advantage of those who used her, playing dumb country girl while she pocketed their silver candlesticks.
I gave her a shot at my famous raised eyebrow.
"I know. I know. But I got to get by while I build my reputation."
"I suppose." Getting a nasty rep was an obsession with her.
"Thanks for the pa.s.sionate support. At least I caught on before it was too late to get out."
"Did you?"
"Get out? d.a.m.ned right I did. See, this Cleaver told me, yeah, Winger, that"s a great idea, putting somebody next to Maggie Jenn. Somebody else on account of she"d recognize me. But when I told him it was you I got to cover it, he got a face looked like he was about to have a s.h.i.t hemorrhage. You"d a thought one of his buddies sneaked up and showed him he loved him by surprise. He got me out so fast I got suspicious. I sneaked around to where I could listen in on him."
I suspected Winger had done plenty of eavesdropping. "I"ve never heard of Cleaver. How come he"s shook up about me?"
She spat. "How the h.e.l.l should I know? You do got your rep as a super straight-arrow simp. Maybe that done it."
"Think so?" Winger was after an angle all the time. "So you wised up. Hard to believe. Usually it takes-"
"I ain"t as dumb as you think, Garrett." She refused to provide proof, though. "What Cleaver was up to, he called in this bunch of street brunos. Not his regular b.u.t.t buddies, just some muscle. He told them he had this big problem name of you and asked could they solve it for him? How about they sent you off to the Bledsoe? The brunos said sure and laughed and joked about how they done it before with some guys Cleaver didn"t like. He"s got people on the inside on the pad. He"s connected to the hospital somehow. Probably through that blond baggage you was drooling on when I was trying to get you out of there."
"Yeah. Probably." But I didn"t believe that and neither did she.
"Anyways, it took me a while to get away without n.o.body noticing. I came straight to the hospital."
I could imagine why it had taken her so long to slip away. Once she decided to quit Cleaver, she would want to collect everything valuable she could carry. Then she"d have to take that wherever she kept her stuff. Then she might have tested the waters to see if she couldn"t carry off another load before she finally got around to me.
She knew I wasn"t going anywhere.
The big rat.
"So you came whooping to the rescue only to find out that, through my own cunning, I had proceeded to effect my own release."
"You was doing all right," she conceded, "but you wouldn"t never of gotten out of there if I hadn"t whipped up on all them guys what would"ve gotten in your way downstairs."
Whatever else, Winger was a woman. I granted her the last word.
"You can let go the hand now," she said. "There ain"t nothing left to squeeze out"n me."
"That a fact?" Then how come the country was coming on stronger all the time? She was putting on her camouflage. "And just when I was thinking it might be useful to learn how Maggie Jenn knows you. Just when I was getting curious about your pal Grange Cleaver. Since I"ve never heard of the guy, it"d probably save me a lot of time if you were to clue me where he lives, is he human or whatever, is he connected with the Outfit or anybody, stuff like that. Details. I"m a detail kind of guy, Winger."
Winger is your basic jump on the wagon and head out without checking to see if the mules are hitched up kind of woman, never long on scoping out plans or worrying about consequences. Neither past nor future mean much to her. That isn"t because she"s stupid or foolish, it"s because that"s the way she"s made.
"You"re a royal pain in the a.s.s kind of guy, Garrett."