They must have been sure they could do their work quick and dirty and profitably and be gone before death could pick up their trail.
So somehow North English got word to them when Belinda showed up with me, cleverly grasping the moment. He might not have known that those two thought they owed me. But would he have cared?
I didn"t think so, either.
Then Belinda made a date, probably hoping to let North English meet Carlyle for an exercise in comparative knife techniques. And North English agreed, probably thinking he"d have fun with Belinda if his. .h.i.tters missed.
No proof. None whatsoever. All speculation. But I thought the Dead Man would agree. And he"d looked inside Belinda"s head, where the snakes and spiders lurk.
I can conclusion-hop with the best. I"ve run with villains for years, people who play those kinds of games. You can smell them out if you know the stakes and luck onto a few hints up front.
These scenarios fit the facts neatly.
They didn"t toss light into the shadows surrounding the shapeshifters and the Weiders, though. They gave me no mention whether or not The Call was trying to strong-arm the Weiders, or was connected to the shapeshifters somehow.
d.a.m.n it. The one thing I"d figured out didn"t help much. Belinda and The Call could work out their differences, with b.l.o.o.d.y steel or rattling jaws. That wouldn"t touch me.
Belinda might have let the nonhumans know about the advent of the Cleansing. The Outfit had tentacles reaching inside shadows Relway only dreamed of penetrating. Everybody owes them something, somewhere, somehow. Though in this case Marengo was, probably, the leak himself.
I asked, "Any way you can bully your council into backing off?"
"Backing off?" He got that air of struggling to concentrate again.
"To quit trying to horn in on the rackets."
"I can try. If I had a good reason. If they"re really doing that."
"How about staying alive? Is that a good reason?"
"They wouldn"t do anything just on my say-so, Garrett. Again, if they"re really involved."
Why did he keep pretending? "Here"s a reason they can understand. If you get in a war with the Outfit, it won"t just be Marengo North English who gets dead.They can get to anybody. Eventually. They"ll find somebody close willing to be corrupted. They won"t be impressed by who you are, who your parents were, how much you"re worth, or who you know. You should"ve gotten that message last night."
"Last night is why I hope you"ll find us a basis for negotiation."
I was puzzled. It showed.
"What?" North English demanded.
"What"s to negotiate? They"ll tell you to go away or get dead. Then they"ll kill as many of you as it takes to make you understand."
I exaggerated a little. The Outfit is no monolith and the people inside are as venal as any other. It could be tamed by somebody who wanted to focus a lot of energy and resources. Somebody like Relway, someday, when he doesn"t have to deal with all the other distractions.
a.s.suming Belinda didn"t get to him first.
"Why go for the rackets, anyway?" I asked. "The Call is festering with rich people."
"Not many of whom want to open their purses for the Cause. They"re investing their leadership skills." Yes, he was sarcastic. And bitter. "I"ve financed almost everything. I"ve fed and armed and clothed a thousand men for Colonel Theverly. Before Theverly it was the Brotherhood Of The Wolf."
"What became of those guys?" I still wanted to figure out where Gerris Genord fit.
"They wouldn"t be controlled. They were disbanded when Colonel Theverly came aboard. Some joined the new corps. The hardheads dropped out, went somewhere else." North English waved a hand weakly, dismissing the Brotherhood. It was old news. He had a hobbyhorse to ride. "Do you have any idea how much weapons cost when you have to buy them from dwarves?"
Wouldn"t it be something if the dwarves used this crisis to strip humans of their wealth?
Wouldn"t it be something if the dwarfish weapons were used to exterminate the dwarfish race?
Life gets funny that way.
I grunted. He could take that as thoughtful commiseration if he wanted.
He changed the subject. "Have you found anything in the library?"
"No. And I really hoped I could root out something about shapeshifters. That bunch at Weider"s were part of something big. If I can learn more about the race I might be able to guess what."
North English didn"t get excited. "Tama says you"re sorting as you go. I appreciate that. I know gathering information and studying it is important but somehow we just never get around to the library. How did you know about it?"
"I went to the Royal Library. They said I"d do better here or in some wizard"s private library. I don"t know any friendly wizards."
"Does anybody?"
"You kidding?" But he was talking to himself, bitterly. Maybe he had had an unhappy experience.
I must have risen in his consideration. He was treating me like an old retainer now. Almost with respect. But with cautious lack of trust.
"Did you have a problem with one of our sorcerers?" Wouldn"t exactly be unique if he had.
North English realized he had given something away. He didn"t like that. "Didn"t everyone who visited the Cantard?" Quick shift of subject. "Tama overstepped herself by allowing you into the library without consulting me but it was a good idea. Let me know if you find anything interesting. Max Weider is my friend, too."
I was dismissed. He accentuated the point by closing his eyes. He wanted to rest. He wanted to think, to conjure some way he could take his special breed of liberty to TunFaire with better effect.
I left the room.
I found a crowd outside, frowns prevalent, everybody afraid they"d missed something important. Lost in thought, I ignored them.
Marengo had a connection with a wizard? Should that surprise me? He was a powerful man. Wizards prefer the company of powerful men to that of slobs like me. Why? I can be charming.
Did it even matter?
80.
Tinnie and Tama eyed me expectantly. I told Tama, "He"ll live. And he"s in a more charitable mood than I"d have thought. It must have been love at first sight, Tinnie. He wants to adopt you. Offered me three shiny new groats if he could have you for a niece."
"That"s not funny, Garrett."
"That"s what I told him. I said you don"t have any sense of humor. He said, "Just wait till I tickle her fancy.""
Tinnie snapped, "Why"re you laughing, Tama?"
"I"m trying to visualize those words coming out of Marengo"s mouth. It isn"t a pretty picture."
I said, "He told me to go ahead with the library. And let him know if we found anything."
Tama said, "Since you have his blessing, you and the niece-apparent go to it. I have work to do." Tama pushed through the crowd. Even mistresses have responsibilities. Freecorps officers continued to gather. Maybe they were worried they might have to look for work.
Tama did what none of them dared. She entered Marengo"s sanctuary.
Tinnie murmured, "I don"t know what to make of that relationship. Most of the time she acts like she doesn"t care."
"She can"t afford to, too much," I said. "And she probably wonders about you and me, too."
"What"s that supposed to mean?"
"That I don"t understand, either, but my New Year"s resolution was to stop trying to figure out relationships. I"ll deal with what people show me."
Tinnie paused to think. She"s bright but she sometimes forgets to wake her brain up before she lets her mouth take off. Two of us doing that at once causes problems.
Dean says we were made for each other.
Dean has said the same thing about me and several bright, picturesque young ladies. He"s even said it about me and take my pick of his platoon of homely nieces. Real nieces. Dean believes I need more stability. He doesn"t like the way I live.
"Now you"re drifting off on me?"
"Didn"t get enough sleep last night."
"Bragging or complaining?"
"I was thinking about Dean."
"Why?"
"He"s gone. They both are."
"Really?" The news startled Tinnie. "I never thought-"
"It"s the times."
"Uhm?" She became very quiet. She didn"t say anything until we were back among the books. "Is it permanent, Garrett?"
"What?"
"The split with your partner."
I glanced around. I tapped my ear. You couldn"t be sure who was listening. The Call were paranoid by nature. After last night they would be doubly so. "It had to happen. My sympathies aren"t what they used to be. Dean wouldn"t see things my way. He wouldn"t listen to reason."
"And?"
"So they sneaked out."
The facts awed me whenever I recalled that the Dead Man actually let himself be moved. Maybe even asked asked to be moved. to be moved.
Ah. I could find him. If I could unearth Saucerhead. Tharpe must have been in on it. He was one of very few people the Dead Man would trust to help.
I"d be expected to figure that out for myself. Far be it from my pet fruit bat to speak up.
"If the split is permanent..." There was an edge to Tinnie"s voice. She had something in mind. Maybe something risky.
The G.o.dd.a.m.n Parrot shuddered and twitched, fell of his perch. He flopped around amongst the books. Dust flew. Inarticulate noises spewed from his beak.
"I don"t know." I stared. Had something happened to the Dead Man? The bird seemed to be trying to talk. Maybe His Nibs was making a desperate effort to get through.
Or maybe darkness was overtaking him at last.
Maybe, before he checked out, he would be kind enough to share his thoughts about what he"d overheard.
If he"d been paying attention. Chances were he"d fallen asleep and this was one of his nightmares leaking.
Tinnie said, "He"s been acting strange for a long time."
I opened a book. "How would you know what"s strange for that runt condor? You weren"t in on getting me stuck with him, were you?" Her sense of humor could include a prank like the G.o.dd.a.m.n Parrot. Especially if she thought I deserved it.
"No. But I think Morley showed a lot of flair, finding him."
"That Morley is a piece of work, isn"t he?" I grumped.
"Are we going to move in out here?" Tinnie asked. "I haven"t been home for days. I imagine Uncle Willard is starting to steam."
"He"ll boil over when he finds out you were with me."
"He likes you, Garrett."
"Sure. From a distance."
"He"s not blind or stupid."
In a minute we"d be back to me moving into the Tate compound. "You want me to take you home?"
"I don"t think my cute new uncle can do it for a while. Besides, he tickles."
I looked around. We"d been through scores of books. That didn"t amount to ten percent of the heap. Less if some of the drifts had formed atop dunes of doc.u.ments not immediately evident.
I didn"t want to leave. The library was a great excuse to hang around the heart of The Call. Just being at the North English place would put me next to a lot of interesting stuff. n.o.body would notice me after a while. I would become part of the furniture.