Penny had spent the interview glowering at Robin. He seemed to suffer a sudden pessimistic epiphany. He barked, "Marengo North English."
"What?" Tell me I heard wrong.
"Marengo North English."
I heard right. But why did he have to say that? Things had been crazy enough. I feigned ignorance. "What"s that?"
Robin t.i.ttered. "That"s a who. One of our biggest customers. A very powerful underground adept."
That was disheartening news, but useful if ever I found myself dealing with the lunatic fringe.
Penny said, "He met Emmy here. Invited her into his coven. She went a few times but didn"t like the people or what they wanted to do."
Robin said, "We thought she might have run to him."
I stipulated, "He could protect her." Morley looked at me askance. I said, "I"ve met the man. I didn"t know he dabbled in black magic, though." North English mostly concentrated on virulent racism.
Penny and Robin seemed surprised, as though they had not heard of Marengo North English in any but an occult context. Silly boys. The man had a special place in his heart for their sort, too.
Morley moved sudden as heat lightning, startling us all. He ripped the alley door open, stepped out, stared for a moment, shook his head, and closed up. "Guess who?"
"Some guy who tripped over his own feet getting away."
"You win first prize. Near time to go."
"I have a few more questions."
"That guy is a lightning rod for the law."
Right. And I didn"t accomplish much more, though I had hoped to get at their angle for helping Emerald. I did get the names of three people who were on speaking terms with the girl. Not real friends. Not people likely to be useful. Emerald evidently didn"t have any friends.
We departed as suddenly as we had arrived. We were gone before those bold buccaneers knew we were going. We were out of the West End moments later. We were long gone before the boys in b.u.t.ternut closed in.
43.
Miles from the West End, we ducked into a smoky dive frequented by the lowest cla.s.ses. The bar was wide planks on sawhorses. The fare consisted of bad red sausages and worse green beer. n.o.body paid me any mind, but Morley drew some vaguely hostile looks. n.o.body would recognize him if he stayed a year, though. You don"t look for Morley Dotes in that kind of place.
Morley settled opposite me at a scarred trestle table and steepled his fingers. "We have some names."
"Five. And none worth the paper it"s written on."
"You reacted to one."
"Marengo North English. I don"t know why the black magic connection surprised me. The man has the brain of a snake."
"You met him? Tell me about him."
"He"s a loony. A racist loony. The Call. Sword of Righteousness. He wouldn"t be involved in this. He would have cut Emerald off the second he heard about Maggie and the Rainmaker. Not our kind, you know, old bean."
"Wasn"t what I meant. I think."
"He"s the Call."
Not many patrons found themselves in circ.u.mstances sufficiently insufficient to have to take their custom into that dump, but those that did were curious. Ears p.r.i.c.ked up and twitched first time I mentioned the Call. Second time, various faces turned toward us.
This was the sort of place where the Call would find recruits for the Sword of Righteousness, the sort of place infested by folks who"d never once in life had a bad break that was their own fault.
Morley caught the significance of my glare. "I see."
In a softer voice, I said, "He was a founding father of the Call. I met him at Weider"s estate. I was doing security. Weider mentioned my military background. He tried to recruit me into the Sword of Righteousness. Sicking him on me was Weider"s idea of a joke."
Party police isn"t my usual, but Old Man Weider had asked nice and he"s had me on retainer so long we"re practically business partners. I said, "Be afraid of Marengo North English. He"s crazy as h.e.l.l, but he"s the real thing. Had me ready to puke in his pocket two minutes after he started his spiel."
"But you didn"t."
"Of course not. That was Weider"s place. He was Weider"s guest." The brewery retainer keeps me going through the hard times. "Like me, Weider can"t help it if he has to do business with crazies."
"You didn"t sign on with the Sword?"
"Give me a break. I grunted and nodded and got away from the man. The way you do when you don"t want to make a scene. Why"re you so interested?"
"Because I know Marengo North English, too. That man is going to be trouble. Why don"t you sign up? Give sanity an agent inside."
I hemmed and hawed and cast meaningful looks at the big-eared clientele. I waved for another pint.
Morley got it. "Something to think over. We can talk about it later. Meantime, I think you"re right. He might have seen a chance at some sweet young stuff, but he wouldn"t keep her around ten seconds after he found out she had a scandal in her background."
I must have had a funny look on. He added, "I get to meet all kinds." I presume he had done some work for North English. I didn"t ask.
"Where are you going from here, Garrett?"
"I was thinking Quefour. Not that he"ll know anything."
"I need to get back to the store."
"Got to read that book?"
"Book?" He started out with a hard look, decided on a different tack. "Wasn"t a book. It was gone already." He grinned. Beat me to death with honesty.
"I"m heartbroken for you." I tossed coins onto the table. The tavernkeeper made them vanish before they stopped rattling. "Thanks for your help."
"Hey, it was fun. Anytime. I have some advice for you, though."
"I can"t wait."
"There"s a chance black magic is involved. You should take precautions."
"I"m a certified genius. I was thinking that very thought." Really. Because I was getting uncomfortable about how easy it was for one inept gorilla to keep getting back on my tail.
I knew I would see him as soon as we stepped into the street. And he didn"t disappoint me.
44.
Handsome"s alley was back where it belonged. I examined it as I ambled past, not wanting to lead trouble to the house of a friend. Neither did I want to make a fool of myself by stepping into something unpleasant.
Second time past I turned in, leaving the inept guy trying to blend into a mob of dwarves. What worried me was that my other fans might realize they could stay on me by keeping track of him.
The trash had deepened. It was deeper everywhere. Such was the nature of things.
The shop felt unnaturally quiet-though how that was possible I couldn"t say. It never got rowdy. Maybe it was like the breathing of the mice and roaches was absent.
Handsome"s ragged cat padded in, sat, fixed me with a rheumy stare. I wondered how bad its eyes were. I didn"t move around. I killed time watching from inside while my eyes adjusted. No point finding out how Handsome protected herself.
Then she was there. For one moment, I lapsed into a daydream and suddenly I wasn"t alone.
Spooky.
She looked me in the eye. "You grew up with some sense after all."
"Only a fool goes around touching stuff in a place like this."
"Not what I meant, boy. You learned better than that when you was a pup. I"m talking about you having sense enough to know you"re in over your head."
I did? I was? I nodded. I never shatter illusions.
"Garrett men just bull ahead, confident they can handle anything."
That was me, sort of. Except the part about the confidence.
"Explains how you managed to come home when they didn"t."
Mystified, I let her talk. Patience is a sound strategy when you don"t know what is going on. When she did slacken, I wedged in, "Wixon and White did know the girl. But it looks like Grange Cleaver faked up the black magic connection." I related the details of my adventures as I would have done for the Dead Man.
Handsome let me run dry. She let me stand empty a while, too. Then, "Why would the Rainmaker want to find the girl?"
"I don"t have a clue. Maybe her mother is dead and he needs Emerald to control the estate."
"She is valuable or dangerous. One or the other."
"Or both."
"You"ll have to find her to know which. Can you?"
"Given time."
"You"ve made enemies. And you let someone mark you with a finding spell."
"I was afraid of that. The stumbleb.u.m?"
"He"s tracking you. He didn"t mark you."
"Winger or Maggie, then."
"And the Jenn woman seems to be the Rainmaker in drag."
"Who wants me sleeping with the fishes."
"And who wouldn"t be above using a dollop of sorcery to get his way."
"No way can this klutz be Cleaver"s. Whenever I sit still long enough to draw a crowd, I acc.u.mulate one of Cleaver"s own kind. So who could the guy work for?"
"Am I a mind reader? You want that, go home."
"Why did Cleaver get after me in the first place? I just can"t figure that."
"At this point, why don"t matter. He is. Deal with that."
I moved slightly. Just a twitch of impatience, really. But the old cat hissed.
"Patience, boy. And caution. These days a hundred evils could jump you before you got a hundred paces from this shop."
"I know." That was why I was there.
She told me, "I"m not going to let you go back out there till you"re better prepared."
Who, me argue? "Thank you. That was in the back of my mind."
"I know."
"I"d be eternally grateful for any help."
"Don"t heap it on with a manure fork, boy. It"s all part of putting the Rainmaker in his place."