"Yeah. I know. It"s not real nice but...All right, Garrett! Don"t start that s.h.i.t. I really hate it when somebody reminds me that I owe him."
I offered an evil chuckle reminiscent of the one I"d last heard from Colonel Block.
The head Guardsman was next on my list. I hit the street once I finished twisting Saucerhead"s...uh...giving Mr. Tharpe his instructions. With cold water drizzling down the back of my neck. I have to get myself one of those big-a.s.s riding cloaks now that I"m a cavalier.
"That a horse?" Saucerhead called after me, from the tenement doorway. "Are you riding a horse?" He didn"t mention the condition of the monster. "I"ve seen everything now. It really must be important. I better get on this right away." He had a hat on his head already.
How many times have I said he and Winger didn"t have sense enough to get in out of the rain? Made me wonder. He did have sense enough to wear a hat while he was out in it.
Pular Singe caught me leaving the Al-Khar, after I made arrangements with Block, who guaranteed Relway"s cooperation. The good colonel was in a festive mood. An attempt to rescue Gerris Genord had been crushed without Guard casualties. One invader was dead. Two now shared Genord"s cell. A couple of others, whose interest had been Crask and Sadler instead of their old pal Gerris, had gotten out again.
Very interesting. interesting.
I hated myself for thinking Singe looked like a drowned rat. But I couldn"t help it. She did. A drowned rat in a wet shirt. "I hoped your people would notice me running around...Where"d you get the shirt?" It used to be mine. It was Tad Weider"s before that.
"From the stuff you threw away. It would be a sin to let that go to waste."
The shirt didn"t flatter her. Ratpeople just aren"t put together like human people. "You could get trouble from the shapechangers."
She tried to smile. It was an obvious, conscious effort to ape the human expression. "They have been disappointed already. Many times."
The clothes had gotten scattered amongst Reliance"s dependents. And they didn"t care if the shirts had been tagged.
"I"m glad to hear it. What about my tools?"
"Tools?" She didn"t understand. I reminded me to keep it simple and slow. She might be a genius of her kind but she was still ratpeople.
"The weapons I was carrying." That stuff wasn"t cheap. Even when you took most of it away from the bad boys you ran into. Still, with a little creative billing amongst my various employers...Heh-heh-heh.
"I do not know."
I tried to recall if any could be traced to me or the Weiders if they turned up at the scene of some major villainy. I didn"t think so. "Would Reliance let you go out to a party tomorrow night?"
I knew I"d picked the wrong words even before the G.o.dd.a.m.n Parrot loosed the first noise to pa.s.s his beak in hours. Slow and simple, stupid. Before she leapt too far in her conclusions.
I said, "I"ll be working there. I want to hire you to unmask the creatures with no scent. n.o.body is as good as you are." I couldn"t restrain a grin, which seemed to help. But it was sure misplaced.
What must people think of this rain-bedraggled crew, hatless me, a soggy parrot scrunched on my shoulder, leading a moth-eaten antique horse, practically hand in hand with a ratgirl who looked like she"d been drowned once then thrown back for good measure?
The thought made me look around for witnesses. By chance I glimpsed another drowned rat. "Did you know Fenibro is following you?"
Singe"s immediate anger made it clear the wannabe boyfriend hadn"t been invited. "I told him not to..." I couldn"t follow what she said.
"It isn"t important. Maybe Reliance sent him to watch out for you."
"One day Reliance will learn that I am not a belonging." I caught that easily enough. She added, "It may take a very painful lesson. I will help you look for the shapechangers." In seconds her enunciation had become nearly flawless.
"Speaking of whom. Are they still holed up in that old brewery?"
"Yes." Singe looked over her shoulder. She showed her teeth in an unfeminine threat display. If I"d been Fenibro I"d have gotten the h.e.l.l out of there fast.
98.
Max waved me to a seat. "Lay it out."
"This"s only tentative. Subject to change as-"
"Don"t bulls.h.i.t me, Garrett."
The man had exhausted his store of patience. With everything.
"All right. In temporal sequence. Gerris Genord was a plant. Part of a part of this that goes back a few years. And just one of a bunch of plants that put Wolf people inside rich families and businesses. They were after money, plain and simple. It was the Wolves who approached Ty. He or the brewmasters may recognize some of the prisoners.
"Gerris would"ve known when Alyx decided to bring me in. He would"ve reported.
"At some point some of the Wolves would"ve run into some of the Dragons. They"d remember each other from the Cantard. The Wolves asked for help. Or maybe hired the Dragons. But the Dragons had their own agenda. They started using the Wolves when the Wolves thought they were using the Dragons. For their own reasons the Dragons decided to make your family their main target.
"When Genord reported that Alyx was trying to contact me the baddies did some research and decided I could cause trouble. They tried to distract me by involving me in the rights movement. The Dragon crew tried to recruit me. They were recruiting guys at the brewery already. When I showed up there one of those guys reported me and the shifters sent over a team from the Lamp brewery ruins. They failed to discourage me. Genord marked the clothing you gave me so I could be tracked. My part in events since then you know." More or less.
Manvil Gilbey stirred the fire. Max needed a lot of heat to keep going. Weider mused, "Dragons and Wolves using each other. The Wolves after money. What did the changers want?"
"A functional brewery. Don"t ask me why. I still have to figure that out. Maybe changers came with a big thirst. But I"ve got a feeling, supported by not much more than intuition so far, that Glory Mooncalled is in all this right up to his mysterious neck." An implication in part dependent upon my interpretation of my partner"s arcane nonbehavior. "I also think that whoever is managing the Wolves has been blackmailed into helping the Dragons. I keep picking up little whiffs of disharmony.
"I have a hunch that that manager brought Crask and Sadler back to deal with the blackmailers. Belinda turning up complicated life. Belinda is dedicated to turning those two good old boys into fish food. So this mystery Wolf decided to uncomplicate life by getting rid of Belinda and me. He gave Crask and Sadler the go-ahead without consulting the allies he planned to ambush later."
Oh what an elegant theorist am I. I was probably off the mark on half of this. But I didn"t let a little thing like maybe being wrong slow me down. "After the excitement at the engagement bash Genord began to understand how badly he and his pals were being used. He sneaked away to raise h.e.l.l about it. He got no satisfaction and, possibly pursued, was in a highly disturbed state when Lance and Ty surprised him at the front door. Since then things have been falling apart fast for the Wolves and Dragons both.
"Meantime, not one person involved in this has dealt with me straight. Everybody, including you, has had an agenda they didn"t want to abandon. Although everybody told me a little something here and there so I could have a tool or two to go make things uncomfortable for some other guy. I don"t know what your problem was, boss. Maybe you just didn"t want a guy with dirt under his nails making the guests nervous by tracking real life all over the place. I"m offended but I"ll stipulate that it"s your house, your party, your call."
Max"s gaze flicked to Gilbey for an instant. Ah. His idea, huh?
Gilbey asked, "You have any idea who this mysterious manipulator is?"
"Just a feeling. No evidence. But if this turns into the pressure situation I want it to become, somebody will point a finger, and say "He made me do it."" made me do it.""
Gilbey stirred the fire again. Max looked thoughtful. I said, "There"s more but those are the a.s.sumptions I"m working with tonight. We"ll see how things come together."
99.
I stood at the head of the grand staircase, overlooking the Weider great hall. Tinnie wriggled in under my left arm. Morley had reminded me to add her to the guest list, possibly saving me several centuries in Purgatory. Or what she"d make seem like several centuries. Morley"s thoughtful effort balanced off about one talon"s worth of the G.o.dd.a.m.n Parrot.
Tinnie said, "If it wasn"t in bad taste, I"d ask who died." There were a lot of people of various persuasions and allegiances below us, mostly gathered in sullen clumps. The main folks circulating, other than Mr. Gresser"s serving crew, were hard-eyed men from Theverly"s freecorps, the brewery, my friends, and even a few of Belinda"s.
"Some parties just never come to life. d.a.m.n!"
"What?"
"Saucerhead brought Winger." Winger might decide that being up to her eyeb.a.l.l.s in toughs and lawmen represented a challenge. I glanced up. A gaudy glob remained perched on the main chandelier, gawking at the mob. The bird was vitally alert and his beak hadn"t gushed an abomination in the past hour. He was way out of character. I was concerned. But even Morley hadn"t noticed. If we could just keep it that way...
Manvil Gilbey came out of Max"s study. "Going to be much longer?"
"Still missing some key faces...Speak of the devil. Here come Colonel Block and the secret police." More hard-eyed men, probably not not Relway"s undercover goons because he wouldn"t want their faces this exposed, came in through the front door. Some pulled chains. A few of my guests wouldn"t be willing partic.i.p.ants. Examples hove into sight: Crask, Sadler, Gerris Genord and his captive friends. Genord seemed particularly unhappy about returning to the scene of his crime. Relway"s undercover goons because he wouldn"t want their faces this exposed, came in through the front door. Some pulled chains. A few of my guests wouldn"t be willing partic.i.p.ants. Examples hove into sight: Crask, Sadler, Gerris Genord and his captive friends. Genord seemed particularly unhappy about returning to the scene of his crime.
Him and his buddies got dragged to a bench that was chained to a pillar. They wouldn"t be lonely there. The bench already supported eight desolate Brothers Of The Wolf who hadn"t scooted fast enough to avoid Lieutenant Nagit"s roundup at The Pipes. Apparently Nagit even caught North English by surprise with that. He"d told me that Marengo had been put out in the extreme...according to Tama Montezuma, who continued doing most of his talking for him.
Alyx joined us. "That"s an awful lot of men who don"t like each other crammed in nose-to-nose in one place." She"d dressed. Gorgeously. She looked like she wanted to go down and set the mob at one another"s throats. "I"m surprised you got them all to come."
"Hey. We serve the best beer in town. And it"s on the house." My gaze drifted to Trail and Storey and Miss Trim. And Medford Shale. Shale had refused to be left at Heaven"s Gate. All four were demonstrating an heroic dedication toward making sure they got a fair share of Weider"s best.
The real reason most of these people had come was that they were afraid not to. They might miss something critical. It was a tense time in the history of TunFaire. It was a time not to let yourself fall a step behind. It was a time when the future was rewriting itself from minute to minute and you wanted your hands and nose right in the middle of anything that might nudge the pen of destiny.
"Manvil, tell..." He was gone. "Oh, good. Better late than never." Saucerhead had completed his mission. Below, Ty had entered the hall from the family dining room. He was on crutches. Nicks was beside him, trying not to look like she was there to catch him if he fell. Ty was directing a crew from the brewery who were dragging one of those huge, thousand-gallon wooden settling tanks where beer sits briefly while the grossest sediments settle out. Later the holy nectar would migrate onward to occupy the kegs and barrels the customer sees. Questions about the tank stirred every little cl.u.s.ter but people were too wary of their neighbors to ask outside their own cliques. Ty gave me a thumbs-up. I blew him a kiss. We were getting along today. I told Alyx, "Go tell your pop. I just dealt myself another ace. Everything"s set and we"re just waiting for Relway."
"Waiting for Relway. Right."
"He"ll understand."
She went. Tinnie asked, "Think she"ll remember all the way over there?"
"You"re vicious. And she"s your your friend." friend."
"You keep that in mind. All right. You"ve got everybody that you"ve ever met gathered in one place. What the devil do you plan to do with them?"
"Oh, I"m going to make them all unhappy. Real unhappy. Unless I manage to make me real unhappy by making a complete fool of myself."
"You think the bookies are giving odds? Is there a point spread?"
"Lift your skirt."
"Right here? I can be conned into a little adventure sometimes, Garrett, but..."
"Three inches will be far enough." Her hemline dragged the carpet. "Ha! I thought so."
"What?"
"You"re wearing the green shoes. I don"t know if they turn you wicked or you just wear them when you"re feeling wicked, but-"
"Somebody"s here."
Yes. Somebody was. The boys from the Lamp brewery had arrived. They looked s.e.xy in their shiny new silver-plated chains. I"d expected the logistics to be a problem but Relway had been on the job already, having antic.i.p.ated having to control shapeshifters again, and better.
"Five...six of them. I thought there"d be more. There should should be more. h.e.l.l, there"re only five of them." The sixth was a ringer, Relway himself, in disguise and not really part of the coffle. He was pretending to be a little hunchbacked torturer"s apprentice, jingling the ends of the chains. Probably no one but Singe and I recognized him. be more. h.e.l.l, there"re only five of them." The sixth was a ringer, Relway himself, in disguise and not really part of the coffle. He was pretending to be a little hunchbacked torturer"s apprentice, jingling the ends of the chains. Probably no one but Singe and I recognized him.
Singe showed more courage than I"d thought possible. Not only was she on the scene, she was out where people could see her. She stayed close to the walls, though.
The rightsist types were surprised by her presence but it didn"t distress them. Not nearly so much as did the presence of Morley Dotes and Belinda"s swagging toughs. Ratpeople knew their place.
Everyone I wanted there had arrived. Singe had not yet found any shapeshifters other than those Relway was delivering but she kept on looking. I was counting on surprise visitors of several kinds.
Marengo North English wove his way through the crowd hurriedly, headed my way. He seemed to cringe from the touch of the crowd. He wanted out of the press, fast. His lovely niece trailed a step behind him. Tama seemed uncomfortable and deeply troubled. Maybe that was because there were so many really bad people around, though I couldn"t picture her having much difficulty managing in even the direst circ.u.mstances. She"d already impressed me as a first-cla.s.s survivor capable of cool thinking and quick decisions.
While Marengo had been eyeing the Belindas and Tinnies and Wingers and developing an itch, she had been formulating plans of her own, I was sure. Whatever silverware Marengo still had lying around The Pipes might not be there much longer.
Now Colonel Block was whispering with a fawning Relway. Both kept glancing my way. He nodded several times, started toward the stair himself.
Marengo arrived first. He asked, "Are you ready to start?" Oddly, Tama seemed more interested in my answer than he did.
I was, though I hadn"t achieved the perfect and optimal mix I"d hoped for. But the crowd was better than the one I"d expected. The front door had been locked. Sarge and Puddle stood between it and the room, looking like some pudgy guardian temple trolls. Them dressed up formal was a vision to behold. Out of a bad dream. Unfortunately, I"d never get joy out of having seen them looking pretty. I was outfitted in Ty Weider"s second best get-up. I looked like some limp-wristed, lilac-scented lordlet bent on embarra.s.sing his family publicly. "Yes."
Singe moved around the edge of the room. Marengo glanced down at her frequently, unhappily. Playmate, Saucerhead, and Winger were never far from the ratgirl. Winger cleaned up astonishly well. Marengo"s gaze brushed her a time or three. I wouldn"t interfere if they decided they were made for each other. They deserved one another. And I had a parrot that would make a wonderful engagement present.
A glance showed me that the future nuptial knickknack was still paying attention.
Singe drifted off to check Mr. Gresser"s crew and Neersa Bintor"s kitchen gang.
Block puffed his way to the head of the stair. He clung to the rail, sucked in a bunch of air, gasped out, "You"ve got to stall, Garrett."
"But-"
"Got a good reason?" Max demanded from behind me, as I made a small gesture that brought a colorful lightning bolt down to strike my shoulder. I guess Alyx had gotten all the way there with the message. Her old man sounded darkly suspicious. Which is probably the healthiest att.i.tude if you"re dealing with minions of the Crown.
"I think so," Block said. "Though you"re free to disagree, of course."
"What?" I asked. I knew it would be ugly. The G.o.dd.a.m.n Parrot c.o.c.ked his head, the better to hear.
"An acquaintance took the liberty of inviting himself down." Slight weight on the last word. I understood perfectly but Max didn"t catch it. Block"s way-so-mysterious chum from the Hill had decided to stick his nose in. That was wonderful. That was more than I"d hoped for. That made my evening nearly faultless. That was one snake I hadn"t really expected to lure in out of the weeds. Now if just one more old s.h.i.t-disturber, lately of the Cantard republic, couldn"t control his curiosity and chose to become a surprise guest, I would"ve contrived a flawless machination.
Block continued, "He can"t make it for a while yet. And I"ll tell you, you"ll feel more comfortable once he is here." He winked, a very unBlocklike action. "I think." Meaning Block was going to feel more comfortable. His mystery guest must have been riding him hard.
Max clucked his tongue, irked. Max"s opinions of folk from the Hill were blacker than mine.
Marengo didn"t seem to be disappointed. In fact, he seemed more relaxed. Then I realized he wasn"t listening to us, just to the crowd on the floor below.