The silver hurt the changer from the instant it touched him. He twitched, spasmed, shook, fought back a scream with every gasping breath.
Relway said, "Stay alert. That letter was right, this could attract more of them. They supposedly touch one another mind to mind."
I noted shadows moving in the surrounding shadows. "Did you bring a whole army?"
"Enough so I could handle any rightsist trouble if it happened."
Shapechanger minds were like a Loghyr"s? Might that explain why the Dead Man hadn"t seen what Trace and Carter were? "I"ve never heard that about them being mind readers. That could mean real trouble."
"Not like your roomie. They can only read other shifters. And only for general emotion, not specific thoughts."
"You sure?"
"No, Garrett. I"m not. Somebody told the colonel. He told me. Just in case. He didn"t tell me why. He likes to pretend the Hill doesn"t really influence him. Did anything interesting happen in the Weider place? Did you get a chance to spy on the big meeting?"
"I was mostly too busy. I got in once. By accident. n.o.body gave anything away. But while I was there they asked me to investigate the Black Dragon bunch."
"You accepted that commission, I hope."
"That"s what I said, did I? That groat you"re abusing came out of North English"s own purse."
"No. I thought he squeezed them till they squealed." The prisoner groaned. He would"ve screamed if he"d had any breath left. Relway covered his mouth and nose with a hand, just to make life more difficult. "Let me know when you"re ready to talk."
A scuffle broke out in the darkness. It lasted for several seconds. I still marvelled at the absence of witnesses. TunFairens always scatter at the first hint of trouble but, once they feel safe personally, they usually come back looking to be entertained. Maybe the changers were radiating some stay-away emotion so potent even humans felt it.
But then why would I be hanging around?
"d.a.m.n!" I said. "If these things really do read each other from a distance, the ones at the house will realize that they"ve been found out."
"Not necessarily. Not if they just feel emotions."
"How did you know they were out here tonight? Block?"
"No. I didn"t know anything till I stopped the wagon. Which I did because I thought it might have something to do with what the rights people are scheming. I wasn"t looking for what I found."
"Seems like a lot of trouble just to keep an eye on the rights guys." I gestured at the surrounding night.
"They"re dangerous people, Garrett. Until I caught this thing here I would"ve said that rightsists are the biggest danger Karenta faces. They get people hurt and killed and businesses destroyed and it"s only going to get worse. I can"t just let that happen. But the danger posed by these things might be even darker."
"I think he pa.s.sed out." I indicated the changer.
"So he did." Relway let the thing breathe. "You know anything about shapeshifters, Garrett?"
"No. I ran into one once. A Venageti spy who"d replaced a Karentine counterintelligence officer. That"s it."
Relway sat down on the changer, ready to use his hand. "I was afraid of that."
"Of what?"
"Not yet. Maybe this thing can confirm my suspicions."
Relway"s men dragged someone over. This one shifted slowly between several sets of features. I recognized none of them. Relway searched it after making sure the other one would remain unconscious.
"This is interesting." He showed me a tattoo on the new captive"s right forearm. It was black. It resembled a dragon, though the light could have been better. It incorporated a simple Karentine army crest.
"That is is interesting." interesting."
"I do believe I"ll have to do some digging. I suspect an untold story has begun to surface."
The changer recovered. His features became fixed. The tattoo faded. We pretended not to have noticed it.
I glanced at the wagon. "I need to go break the news. And grab the villains still inside. Bring the bodies back. The old man will want them."
"You need help?"
"Send your waiters back. Mr. Gresser will be infinitely grateful."
Relway grinned. He had an all-new and challenging bunch of bad boys to eradicate.
I told him, "Let me know what you get from those two."
"Goes without saying. Long as you let me know about the crowd in there."
"They"re dividing turf, making peace with the Outfit and making rules about who they can and can"t push around. They don"t want to irritate anybody who can send troops out and they don"t want to waste time fighting each other."
"Ah. Too bad about that."
"Belinda Contague is there. Speaking for her father."
"A genuinely hard woman. And so young. Out of a privileged household. Makes you wonder. You"re a friend of the family. How come we see so much of her now and so little of her father?"
"Chodo had a stroke. He doesn"t want people to see him until he recovers. They might think he"s getting weak. But he"s as hard as ever and getting mean-spirited besides. Anything new on Crask and Sadler?"
"No. But they"re out there."
Those two were worth worrying about. They were nightmares.
44.
"I"ll take these three to the Al-Khar," Relway told me. "Drop by and find out what they had to say."
His people would wait outside the Weider shack while I rounded up the changers inside.
"I want these bodies," I reminded.
"Go ahead. Take them."
I folded the door shut before he changed his mind, pinned it, climbed to the driver"s seat. I gathered the reins like they were covered with slime, told Relway"s thugs, "You guys want to make sure this monster stays headed in the right direction?"
Monster and thugs eyeballed me. The horse smirked. One of the thugs-their names were Ritter and Abend but their att.i.tudes left them undeserving of remembrance-said, "You can"t drive a cart? Get down from there."
"I can drive a cart," I muttered. "If I really want to, I can drive a cart. But I"m going to let you do it this time." I can can drive a cart. I learned in the Corps. But watching the south end of a northbound beast, knowing the critter is looking for a chance to visit disaster upon me, isn"t my idea of fun. drive a cart. I learned in the Corps. But watching the south end of a northbound beast, knowing the critter is looking for a chance to visit disaster upon me, isn"t my idea of fun.
The big bruno on the back gate was on the job now. He had let this very wagon scoot out-along with Relway"s guys, whom he"d forgotten to mention, which you just naturally had to wonder about-but now nothing was going to get past him. "What"s my name?" I demanded.
"You"re Garrett."
"And what"s my job?"
"You"re in charge of-"
"Bingo! I"m in charge. And I"m telling you to let us in."
"But you never said nothing about-"
"I"m saying it now. I gave you some hard road about letting this wagon get away. Then I went and got it back. Open the gate."
"But-"
Relway"s men ran out of patience. They vaulted the low wall and opened the gate. The guard raised a loud fuss. Gilbey arrived before I finished proving I could drive a wagon and got it parked. Of course, it might be sunrise before I got the best out of the d.a.m.ned four-legged snake pulling the vehicle.
Gilbey said, "I thought you went home with Dame Tinstall, Garrett. Your friend is fit to be tied."
"Which friend is that?"
"The one who came with you. What have you got here?"
I opened the side door. There was light enough from the house. Gilbey threw his right forearm up against the side of the wagon, closed his eyes, froze that way. He controlled himself before he asked, "What"s going on?"
"Shapechangers." I told him what I"d been doing.
"It explains a few things. I just saw Kittyjo. Now I see why she was staying out of the way tonight when she was so excited about everything this afternoon."
"Any idea why a shapeshifter gang would want to take over the Weider family?"
"Because they like beer? Because they want a brewery?"
That wasn"t some attempt at black humor. Gilbey meant it. "I"ll bite. Why would they want a brewery? Why right now?"
"Better ask them, Garrett. Anyway, the brewery might not have anything to do with it. What now?"
"Much as I hate to, we have to tell the boss."
He seemed exasperated. "Of course we do. I mean, what do we do about these monsters? We need to catch them, don"t we?"
"Sure. And we need to move fast. Before they get the word, change appearance, and get away. I think think there are only three still here. The others took the corpses away." there are only three still here. The others took the corpses away."
Undetected and unchecked, I was sure the changers still in the house would have brought in more of their own. The Weider place would have become a changer fortress and haven.
But why the Weiders? There were other families as wealthy, others more iconoclastic, others better forted up.
But suppose the presence of the leaders of the rights movement had something to do with it. Suppose the changers had come in because of the guest list. Suppose Marengo North English and Bondurant Altoona got replaced? They were goofy already. Would anybody notice?
Whatever, it couldn"t be meant long-term. Shapechanger schemes get found out. We liked to think, anyway. In TunFaire some real heavyweights would trample all over them once the news got around. By tomorrow there ought to be a hue and cry. The rightsists would be in deep clover.
Shapechangers scare everybody. Alienists make fortunes proving to losers that their loved ones haven"t been possessed by demons or replaced by shifters. Or the other way around if that"s where the profit is.
Alienists are like lawyers. Right, wrong, justice, the facts of the case, none of that matters. Results are what count. That"s usually somebody else with empty pockets and a dazed expression.
The alienist"s client doesn"t want to believe his beloved no longer loves somebody as wonderful as him. The explanation has to be supernatural and sinister.
Changers have served as excuses for murder, too, though it seems the corpses never change after death. No murderer ever got off using that excuse.
I told Gilbey, "We won"t make anything happen standing around trying not to cry."
45.
Belinda was in the hallway outside Weider"s study, standing delightfully hip-shot, listening to Marengo North English. The man had to have a side I"d overlooked. She seemed enthralled.
He seemed to have forgotten his niece.
Belinda spotted me. Her expression went colder than arctic stone. Then she recognized the damp around my eyes. "What happened, Garrett?"
"You two come with us. Max is there, isn"t he?"
North English nodded. "He hasn"t made it downstairs yet. Too many visitors." So Marengo and Belinda had been standing around chatting for a while. Interesting.
Gilbey remarked, "Ty will be getting cranky. He dislikes taking second priority."
I opened the study door slowly. Max was seated in front of his fireplace, deep in a comfortable chair. He"d built the fire high. The heat beat out in waves. He stared into the flames as though he saw through them into an age when the world knew no suffering.
"Back again, Garrett?"
"Yes, sir."
"Your friend was furious because you left."