One of the new bunch grabbed a pitchfork. Another collected a shovel. I didn"t like the implications.
The G.o.dd.a.m.n Parrot, who had elevated himself to a stringer overhead when the excitement started, said, "Awk! Garrett"s in deep s.h.i.t now."
The third man, who seemed to be in charge, hung back to direct traffic. He and his pals all looked up when the bird spoke.
I didn"t.
I charged.
A pitchfork is nasty and a shovel unpleasant but neither was designed to hurt people. My stick, though, has no other reason for existing. A feint and a weave gave me a chance to reach in and crunch knuckles on a hand gripping the pitchfork. Shovel man froze momentarily when his too-slow buddy shrieked. I skipped aside and cracked his skull.
I swear, he shimmered. I thought he was going to fade away. I wanted to whimper because I was afraid some G.o.ds were after me again.
I whipped back to pitchfork man. He was too slow to be a threat by himself. A moment later he was sinking and I was ready to go after the last man.
The clown shut the stall gate between us, leaned on it, and smiled. "I"m impressed."
"You ought to be. You"re about to be flat on your back in the horse fruit yourself. Who are you? Why the h.e.l.l are you bothering me?"
"Awk," the G.o.dd.a.m.n Parrot observed from above.
"I"m n.o.body special. Just a messenger."
I rolled me eyes. "Corn by the bucketful. Spare me. I don"t mind crippling the messenger."
"Not scared?"
"Just quaking in my little shoesies." I banged a toe off the temple of the guy who had tried to fork me. For half a second he shimmered like his buddy had.
"No skin off my nose, you listen or not."
"Want to bet?" I popped my stick against my palm. "Let"s see if you shimmer, too."
"Here"s the word. We know where you live. Stay away from the Weider brewery."
"A joke, right?" I indicated my collection of unconscious bodies. "I know where I live, too. You guys want, come on over."
For just a second his confidence was shaky. "I"m telling you. Back off. Stay away."
"Says who? You"ve gotten something turned around inside your head. You and your company-clerk buddies here are going to keep your lardy a.s.ses off of Weider property. Next time you trespa.s.s you"ll get hurt."
The guy smirked. I flicked the tip of my stick at the fingers of his right hand where he gripped the top of the gate. He bit, yanked back. I kicked the gate. He staggered backward. Unfortunately, my balance wasn"t perfect either. My follow-through was a plop into not-so-sweet-smelling straw.
The G.o.dd.a.m.n Parrot guffawed.
"Your day is coming."
The big guy bounced off a post, got his balance back. He grabbed a handy hay hook, whooshed it back and forth. He wasn"t happy anymore. He snarled, "That was a big mistake. Now you got me p.i.s.sed off. And I don"t need you in one piece."
There are people so stupid they just can"t imagine somebody hurting them. And some of those are so dim you can"t even teach them with pain. This guy looked like one of the latter.
The G.o.dd.a.m.n Parrot made a distressed noise.
I dived for my stick. It had gotten away from me when I fell. I slithered over an earlier victim. He groaned when I got him with an elbow.
"What are you men doing there?" That sounded like somebody used to being in charge. I glanced sideways as I got hold of my stick, saw Ty Weider and his wheelchair maybe fifteen feet away, beyond a couple of stalls. With him were his full-time helper Lancelyn Mac and two stable hands.
The big guy looked, too. He dithered a second longer than I did. Without getting up, I swung my stick and got him in the kneecap. He yowled and raised his leg. I rolled into the one still on the straw.
"Lance. Ike. See what"s going on there," Ty ordered.
I got up. "It"s me. I was crossing from the dock to the big house when these guys jumped me." I kicked the big man in the side of the head before he got organized. I wasn"t fond of anybody right then. I planted a foot on his b.u.t.t and pushed him into a manure pile.
Lancelyn and Ike joined me. I asked, "You guys recognize any of these thugs?"
Both looked toward Ty for advice. Weider maneuvered his chair through the mess. "Sit them up so I can see their faces."
I lifted guys. So did Ike. Lance didn"t want to get anything under his fingernails. He elected himself director of field operations.
I"d always suspected him of being that kind of guy. He was a tall, golden-haired boy with an inflated notion of his own worth. Women of the shallow variety drooled when he walked past. We"d never gotten along but, then, we"d never had to. I didn"t hang out with the younger Weiders anymore.
"You play rough, Garrett," Ty said.
"I took them by surprise."
"In more ways than one, I"d guess."
He was right. For sure these guys hadn"t been clear on who I was. Otherwise, they would have been better prepared.
Ty said, "Lance, those faces look familiar." He pointed, indicating the men I"d seen before myself. "What"re you doing, Garrett?"
"Going through their pockets." I tapped a guy"s head to keep him down. "Might find something interesting."
"You saying this wasn"t personal? None of these guys have a sister?"
"Some of them probably do. But I don"t know them. It didn"t get personal till they tried to thump on me. The one I was wrestling when you showed up told me they were supposed to tell me to stay away from the brewery. He was the only one who ever said anything."
"You don"t know him?"
"No."
"Neither do I. Lance? No? Ike? Mays? No? Looks like we have a mystery, then."
"This is Votil Hanbe," Ike said, indicating one of the familiar men. "He cleans stables nights. That one works the dock nights. I don"t remember his name."
"Kessel," Lancelyn said. "Milo Kessel. Skibber Kessel is his uncle. Mr. Klees hired him. As a favor to Skibber. I was there when they discussed it."
"We can talk to them, then. Don"t beat on those two anymore, Garrett. And what should we do with the rest of them?"
"Whatever you do with trespa.s.sers."
"Keelhaul "em," the G.o.dd.a.m.n Parrot suggested.
I continued, "Beat them some more and toss them into the ca.n.a.l. h.e.l.lo."
"What?"
"All of them have one of these armbands tucked away." I lifted one. It was the black and red and blue common to all the human rights groups. This one boasted a black two-headed dragon on a red field as its main device. "I don"t recognize this."
n.o.body else claimed any knowledge, either. Ty said, "Lance, get them up and get them out of here. Ike, Mays, lend a hand."
I asked, "Is there any reason one of the nut groups would want me to stay away from here? I"m part of the scenery."
"Who knew you were coming?" Right to the point, old Ty.
"n.o.body," I fibbed. He should know, though, unless he didn"t talk to his intended. Nicks wouldn"t be hiding what she and Alyx were doing from her fiance, even if Alyx wanted. Or would she? "But I"ve been here long enough for somebody to send out for help. Only, what would political guys be afraid that I"d find?"
"These people are mainly lower-cla.s.s veterans, Garrett. You need money to become a political force. Did you check to see if someone"s been skimming again?"
"I did. I didn"t catch any bad smells."
"I"ll reexamine the accounts myself. I"ll let you know if I find anything. You say my father wanted to see you?"
"Gilbey caught me on the dock. Soon as I finished I headed for the big house."
"Dad"s probably grumbling about you taking so long. I"ll let you know what these two have to say. If they don"t talk, they"ll be looking for work."
The unknowns were headed for the street already, partly under their own power. Those boys would have a fine crop of aches and bruises in the morning.
Not me, though. I"d saved myself all that by moving fast and hitting hard, first. first. Just what Morley has been preaching for so long. Pretty soon I"d be leaving them with their throats cut. Just what Morley has been preaching for so long. Pretty soon I"d be leaving them with their throats cut.
Ty muttered, "I"m going to be late again." He worked his chair around until he was right in there with the brewery employees, both of whom were conscious now. "Lance. We"ll question Hanbe first. No sense upsetting Skibber Kessel if we don"t have to."
The G.o.dd.a.m.n Parrot dropped out of the gloom, satisfied that it was safe to show his ugly beak around me again.
Ty started. Then he grinned. "Put one on the other shoulder, too, Garrett. Add a tricorner hat, a bad limp, some facial scars, and an eye patch. You could pa.s.s yourself off as Captain Scarlet." He smirked.
The G.o.dd.a.m.n Parrot brings out the worst in everybody. Except me.
"I"ll just go see your dad now."
" Yo ho ho."
18.
Manvil Gilbey was waiting for me. I barely finished cranking the bell handle before he stuck his bleak face outside. I was surprised. A stiffneck named Gerris Genord usually answered the door.
His nose rolled up instantly. "What in the world?...Are you aware of the state of your apparel?"
"Plenty. I was headed over here. I got ambushed in the stable. I"ll want to talk that over with the boss, too. But first, why don"t I go around back, shuck out of all this horse flavoring, and wash down? If you"ve got somebody who can bring me a towel and something else to wear."
"Thoughtful of you, Garrett. Take care you don"t fall afoul of any pigs or cattle on your journey."
"Careful is my new middle name."
The G.o.dd.a.m.n Parrot decided that was his cue to laugh. He sounded like a donkey braying.
I strolled around to the tradesman"s gate. I waited there for ten minutes. I started talking to myself, or maybe thinking out loud to the G.o.dd.a.m.n Parrot. Gilbey himself finally showed up to open the gate and let me into a large paved courtyard that would have been the shipping point had the mansion actually become a brewery.
"You get lost backstairs? Or are you just the only one home who"ll risk-"
"I ran into Alyx. I had to discourage her from supervising your ablutions personally."
That might have been interesting. "Must be this glamorous life I lead."
"I wouldn"t get too interested in Alyx."
"Me neither. Max is my bread and b.u.t.ter." Oh, did it hurt to say that and actually try to mean it. The more I thought about how wonderfully Alyx had grown up the more- "And I understand you"re taken."
"Awk!" Chuckles in parrotese.
"This bird and me, we"re a hot number. Nothing is going to come between us."
"I expect Miss Tate will be devastated."
Manvil is business all the time. He took himself and life and everything else much too seriously. "You should relax, Gilbey. Take a night off. Go out somewhere where n.o.body knows you, get f.u.c.ked up and party your a.s.s off."
Gilbey"s eyes widened a skillionth of an inch. "Sound advice, no doubt. It"s certainly done you well. I"ll consider it."
"Go after it the way you did when you were young and in the service."
"I was in the Judge Advocate"s office."
"Wouldn"t you know." He probably prosecuted guys for smiling on the job.
"I don"t recall ever having criticized the way you live your life, Mr. Garrett."
"Ouch!" Despite his obvious disapproval. "Point taken, Mr. Gilbey. And that makes you a treasure. Everyone Everyone else else is is critical, including my partner, my housekeeper, my girlfriend, my best friend, even this ludicrous buzzard." critical, including my partner, my housekeeper, my girlfriend, my best friend, even this ludicrous buzzard."
The G.o.dd.a.m.n Parrot cracked an eyelid and went to all the trouble of interjecting an "Awk" as bitterly cold as any corpse.
For a second I thought Gilbey might crack a smile.