I raised my gift and forced my inner eye all the way open, making it look in a direction I normally had sense enough to avoid. I concentrated, drawing on every resource I had, and I Saw beyond this world and into the Next. I found who I was looking for and called his name; and he came. A great door opened up in the middle of the bar, spilling a bright and brilliant light into the crimson glare, forcing it back. All the demons stopped and looked round, as a great mongrel dog with a s.h.a.ggy head and drooping ears bounded out of the door and into the bar. He went straight for the demons nearest Donavon, and tore right through them, gripping them with his powerful jaws and shaking them back and forth like a terrier with a rat. The demons cried out miserably, and fell apart. Donavon looked at the dog, and his whole face lit up in amazed disbelief.

"Prince?"

"Typical," said the dog, spitting out a bit of demon, then trotting over to push his great s.h.a.ggy head into Donavon"s lap. "Can"t turn my back on you for five minutes."

"I"m so sorry, Prince. I"m so sorry." Donavon could hardly get the words out. He bent over and hugged the dog round the neck.

"It"s all right," said the dog. "Humans can"t think for s.h.i.t when they"re in heat. It was her fault, not yours. You were just weak; she was the bad one."



"Do you forgive me, Prince?"

"Of course; that"s what dogs do. Another good reason why all dogs go to Heaven. Now come along with me, Pen. It"s time to go."

Donavon looked at the wonderful light falling out of the door in the middle of the bar. "But...you"re dead, Prince."

"Yes. And so are you. You"ve been dead ever since that parasite ate its way into you. Don"t you remember? No; I suppose it won"t let you. Either way, it"s only the parasite"s energies that have been keeping you going, so it could feed on your pain and fear." The dog paused. "You know, there"s nothing like being dead for increasing your vocabulary. I"ve been so much more articulate since I crossed over. Anyone got a biscuit? No? Come with me, Pen. Heaven awaits."

"Will we be together, Prince?"

"Of course, Pen. Forever and ever and ever."

There was a bright flash of light, and when it faded the bar was back to normal again. The h.e.l.l that Pen Donavon had made was gone, and so was the door full of light. His dead body slumped slowly forward and fell off the stool, hitting the floor. It heaved suddenly, jerked this way and that by loud cracking and tearing sounds, and then the parasite appeared from under the body. It scuttled across the floor like a huge beetle, until I stepped forward and stamped down hard. It crunched satisfyingly under my boot, and was still.

Gone straight to h.e.l.l, where it belonged.

NINE.

Entrances and Exits

So, back to Uptown we went. It had been a long time since I"d been involved with a case that involved so much walking, and I was getting pretty d.a.m.ned tired of it. If I"d wanted to spend so much time tramping back and forth in the Nightside, wearing out good shoe leather and guaranteeing severe lower back pain for later, I"d have had my head examined. And to add insult to injury, a fog had come up, ghosting the Nightside in shades of pearl and grey. Fog is always a bad sign; it means the barriers between the worlds are wearing thin. You can never tell what might appear out of the mists or disappear into them.

The Witch"s t.i.t aspired to dreams of cla.s.s and opulence, but it was really just another t.i.tty bar with a theme. A campy mixture of Goth come-ons and Halloween kitsch, where the girls danced naked, apart from tall witch"s hats, and did obscene things with their broomsticks. The club was situated right on the very edge of Uptown, as though the other establishments were ashamed of it, and quite probably they were. The Witch"s t.i.t was the only legitimate business Kid Cthulhu owned and certainly the only one he took a personal interest in.

Why? Well, here"s a hint: word has it he"s not a leg man.

The club itself looked cheap and tacky from the outside, all sleazy neon and seedy photos of girls who probably didn"t even work there, but that wasn"t what concerned me. There was no barker outside, singing the praises of the girls and cajoling pa.s.sers-by to come on in and take a look. And when I cautiously pushed the door open and looked inside, there weren"t any bouncers either, or any traces of security. Kid Cthulhu wasn"t known for leaving his a.s.sets undefended, especially during an important meet like this. Had to be a trap of some kind. So I walked in, smiling cheerfully, with Bettie bouncing happily along at my side in a black leather outfit with chains and studs, and a perky little dog collar round her throat.

The club had been fitted out with all the usual Halloween motifs-black walls, witch"s cauldrons, and grinning pumpkin-heads. The lighting was comfortably dim and inviting, save for half a dozen spotlights that stabbed down onto the raised stage at the back of the club, picking out the dancer"s steel poles. But still; no girls, no customers, no bar staff. Kid Cthulhu had cleared the place out, just for me. The phrase no witnesses was whispering in the back of my head. I led Bettie through the empty tables and out into the open s.p.a.ce before the stage, our footsteps loud and carrying in the quiet. Half a dozen human skeletons had been hung from stretchy elastic, bobbing gently at the edge of the open s.p.a.ce, perhaps disturbed by our approach. At first I thought they were another example of the Halloween decor, but something made me stop and take a closer look. They were all real skeletons, the bones held together by copper wire. Some of the longer bones showed teeth-marks.

A new spotlight stabbed down from overhead, revealing Kid Cthulhu sitting on a huge reinforced chair, right in the centre of the open s.p.a.ce. He looked like a man, but he wasn"t. Not any more. You could tell. You could see it, feel it. There was a taint in the man, all the way through. He had been touched, and changed, by something from Outside. Kid Cthulhu was a large man, he had to be, to contain everything that was in him now. He was naked, his skin stretched taut and swollen, as though pushed out by pressures from within. He was supposed to be about my age, but his face was so puffed out no trace of human character remained in it. He sat slumped in his oversized chair, like King Glutton on his throne. His bare skin gleamed dully in the mercilessly revealing spotlight, colourless as a fish"s belly, while his eyes were all black, like a shark"s.

They say he broke men"s bones with his bare hands. They say he ate the flesh of men, breaking open the bones to get at the marrow. They said there was something growing within him, or perhaps through him, from Outside. And right then, I believed every word they said.

"Hey, KC," I said cheerfully. "Where"s the Sunshine Band?"

He studied me coldly with his flat black eyes. "John Taylor...Your name is bile and ashes in my mouth. Your presence here is an affront to me. Your continued existence an unbearable insult. You killed my combat sorcerers. My boys. My lovely boys."

"You have changed," I said. "You never should have gone on that deep-sea voyage. Or at the very least, you should have thrown back what you caught."

"You defy me," said Kid Cthulhu. "No-one does that any more. I shall enjoy killing you."

His voice was harsh and laboured, forced out word by word, with a distinct gurgle in it, as though he were speaking underwater. He sounding like a drowning man, venting his spite on the man who"d pushed him in.

"I thought we were here to do business," I said. "I have the Afterlife Recording right here with me."

"I don"t care about that any more," said Kid Cthulhu. "Money doesn"t matter to me. I have money. All that matters now is the satisfying of my various appet.i.tes and the destruction of my enemies. I will see you broken, suffering, and dead, John Taylor. And your pretty little companion. Perhaps I"ll make you watch as I tear her guts out, and eat them as she dies, screaming."

"Oh, ick," said Bettie. "Nasty man..."

Kid Cthulhu rose suddenly up from his throne, a man twice the size a man should be, forcing his great bulk up onto its feet through sheer strength of will. His joints were buried deep under swollen flesh, and unnaturally distended genitals showed under the great swell of his belly.

"Double ick," said Bettie. "With a side order of not even for a million pounds."

Kid Cthulhu strode toward us, slowly and deliberately, each step shaking the floor, his deep-set eyes fixed on me. His purple pouting mouth parted to reveal jagged sharp teeth. His huge puffy hands opened to reveal claws. Someone that size shouldn"t have been able to move unaided, let alone have such an air of strength and deadly purpose. I was still thinking what to do when Bettie stepped smartly forward, opened her purse, took out her Mace spray, and let Kid Cthulhu have it, right in the face.

"Nasty fat man," she said calmly. "And you smell."

Kid Cthulhu stopped before her, surprised, but showing no hurt at all from a faceful of Mace laced with holy water. His all-black eyes barely blinked as the Mace ran down his distended cheeks like so many viscous tears. He lashed out suddenly, one huge arm swinging round impossibly quickly, and the impact knocked Bettie off her feet and sent her flying. She crashed through a table, hit the floor hard, rolled over a few times, and lay still; and it was all over before I could even move a muscle. I called out to her, but she didn"t answer. And then Kid Cthulhu turned his head and looked at me.

He was between me and Bettie, so I couldn"t get to her. I backed away slowly, thinking fast. I hadn"t planned for this. I"d heard he was going through changes, but I still thought of him as just another gang boss. Someone I could make a deal with. The Nightside runs on deals. But all this Kid Cthulhu wanted was me, preferably in large meaty chunks. I don"t normally care to get involved with hand-to-hand combat, partly because it"s coa.r.s.e and vulgar and beneath my dignity, but mostly because I"ve never been that good at it. I"ve always preferred to talk or threaten or bluff my way out of trouble. But I didn"t think that was going to work here.

I stopped, stood my ground, and stared him right in the eye. Sometimes the oldest tricks are the best. But for the second time that day, I found myself faced with someone I couldn"t stare down. His flat black eyes stared right back at me, untouched and unmoved. I couldn"t reach him. I wasn"t even sure there was anything human left in him to reach. So I grabbed the nearest chair and threw it at him. It bounced off, without leaving a single mark on his veiny, distended skin.

Then he was coming right at me, a huge ma.s.s of colourless flesh like something you"d find at the bottom of the sea, driven on by some unnatural energy. I"d beaten so many threats in my time, faced down and defeated so many Major Players, G.o.ds, and monsters...It had never occurred to me that I might be killed by some oversized, implacable gang boss.

As he crashed forward, the floor shaking with every tread, I somehow found the time to notice that his flesh seemed to move more slowly than the rest of him, sliding across his deep-sunk bones like an afterthought, as though it wasn"t properly connected any more. What little humanity he had left in him was sliding away. I glanced behind me. I could have run. I was pretty sure I could beat him to the exit. But that would have meant leaving Bettie behind, abandoned to Kid Cthulhu"s inhuman appet.i.tes. He"d said he"d do terrible things to her, and I believed him. So I stepped forward, braced myself, and punched him right in his protruding belly. His impetus drove him forward onto my fist, and it sank deep into his gut. He didn"t even make a sound. The cold, cold flesh closed around my hand, sucking it in. I had to use all my strength to pull it free again. Just the touch of his flesh was enough to set my teeth on edge.

A huge arm came swinging round out of nowhere and hit me like a club. I managed to get a shoulder round in time to take the worst of the impact, but the flesh seemed to just keep coming and slammed into the side of my face. The strength went out of my legs, and I hit the floor hard, driving the breath from my lungs. My left shoulder blazed with pain, and I could barely move my left arm. The whole left side of my face ached fiercely. There was blood in my mouth, and I spat it out. I sensed as much as saw Kid Cthulhu looming over me, and I rolled to one side as his great fist came slamming down like a pile-driver, cracking and splintering the floor where I"d been lying. I got my legs under me and forced myself back up onto my feet again. I didn"t feel too steady, and I was breathing hard. Kid Cthulhu wasn"t.

I backed away. My left eye was puffing shut, and it felt like my nose might be broken. I checked my teeth with my tongue. I didn"t seem to have lost any, this time. I hate it when that happens. There was more blood in my mouth. Probably a cut on the inside of my cheek. I spat the blood in Kid Cthulhu"s direction, but his flat dark eyes never wavered.

I couldn"t fight a man like this. I had to be smarter than that.

I backed away some more, glancing round to make sure I was leading Kid Cthulhu away from Bettie, and then made myself concentrate past the pain. I called up my gift, and looked at Kid Cthulhu with my inner eye. If I couldn"t fight the man, maybe I could fight what was inside him. I used my gift to find the taint, the inhuman corruption deep within his flesh, the thing from Outside that was slowly suffusing his human form. And having found it, it was the easiest thing in the world to rip the taint right out of him.

Kid Cthulhu screamed; and for the first time, he sounded human. He fell to his knees, no longer able to sustain his ma.s.sive weight once the taint from Outside was gone. He fell forward onto his face, his flesh moving in great ripples of fat. And beside him stood the taint, a horrid twisting shape that made no sense at all in only three spatial dimensions. It howled its fury, in a voice I heard more with my mind than my ears. It didn"t belong in this world, stripped of the host it had been transforming into something suitable to birth its new form. I wondered briefly what that might have been. Nothing like Kid Cthulhu, certainly. It hurt just to look at the taint. Like a colour too vile for our spectrum, a shape like a living Rorschach blot that suggested only nightmares. Its very presence in this world was like fingernails sc.r.a.ping down the blackboard of my soul.

It came after me, moving in ways unknown in my comfortable, three-dimensional world. I ran for the raised stage at the back of the club, and it followed. It moved more like energy than anything physical, and that gave me an idea. Up on the stage, I backed slowly away. A bolt of vivid energy snapped out, and I had to throw myself to one side to avoid it. The taint came after me, rising and falling in the air. My back slammed up against a steel dancer"s pole. The taint fired another energy bolt. I ducked to one side, and the energy bolt hit the steel pole. The taint screamed as its energy grounded through the pole, discharging into the earth below, its howl rising and rising till it seemed to fill my head, and then the sound broke off as the taint disappeared, gone.

Now that I was out of danger, my arm and my shoulder and my face all hurt worse than ever, but I made myself get down from the stage and go over to where Bettie was still lying sprawled on the floor. As I approached, she raised her head a little, looked at me, then sat up easily.

"Is it over?" she said brightly. "I thought I"d better keep my head down, and not get in your way." And then she saw the state of my face and scrambled to her feet. "Oh, John, sweetie, you"re hurt! What did he do to you?"

She produced a clean white handkerchief from somewhere, licked it briefly with a pointed tongue, and dabbed cautiously at my face, wiping the blood away. It hurt, but I let her do it. My left eye was puffed shut, but at least I"d stopped spitting blood.

"Looks worse than it is," I said, trying to convince myself as much as Bettie.

"Hush," she said. "Stand still. My hero."

When she"d finished, she looked at the b.l.o.o.d.y handkerchief, pulled a face, and tucked it up one black leather sleeve. I looked thoughtfully at Kid Cthulhu, still lying where he"d fallen like a beached whale. I walked slowly over to him, Bettie trotting at my side. She managed to make it clear she was there to be leaned on, if necessary, but was considerate enough not to say it out loud. I stood over Kid Cthulhu, and he rolled his flat black eyes up in his stretched face to look at me.

"Kill you, Taylor. Kill you for this. Kill you, and all your friends, and everyone you know. I have people. I"ll send them after you, and I"ll never stop, never. Never!"

"I believe you," I said. And I raised my foot and stamped down hard, right on the back of his fat neck. I felt as much as heard his neck break under my foot, and as easily as that the life went out of him. I stepped back. Bettie looked at me, horrified.

"You killed him. Just like that. How could you?"

"Because it was necessary," I said "You heard him."

"But...I never thought of you as a cold-blooded killer...You"re supposed to be better than that!"

"Mostly I am," I said. "But no-one threatens me and mine."

"I don"t know you at all, do I?" Bettie said slowly, looking at me steadily.

"I"m just...who I have to be," I said.

And then we both looked round sharply. Someone new was there in the club with us, though I hadn"t heard him come in. He was standing on the raised stage, in a spotlight of his own, waiting patiently to be noticed. A tall and slender man with dark coffee-coloured skin, wearing a smartly cut pale grey suit, with an apricot cravat at his throat. He might have been any age, but there was an air of experience and quiet authority about him. As though he had so much power he didn"t need to put on a show. His head was shaven, gleaming in the spotlight. His eyes were kind, his smile pleasant; and I didn"t trust him an inch.

"You did well, in dealing with Kid Cthulhu," he said finally, in a rich, smooth and cultured voice. "A very unpleasant fellow, destined to become something even more unpleasant. I would have taken care of him myself, in time, but you did a good job, Mr. Taylor."

"And you are?" I said. "Though I have a horrible suspicion I already know."

"I am the Removal Man. An honourable calling, in a dishonourable world. And I am here for the Afterlife Recording."

"Of course you are," I said. "It"s been that sort of a day. How did you know I was bringing it here?"

"Mr. Taylor," the Removal Man said reproachfully, "I know what I need to know. It"s part of my function. Now be a good chap and hand over the DVD, and we can get through this without any...unpleasantness. It must be removed; it"s far too great a temptation for all concerned."

"The Unnatural Inquirer owns exclusive rights to the Afterlife Recording," said Bettie automatically, though I could tell she was getting tired of having to tell people that.

"I do not recognise the Law, or its bindings," the Removal Man said easily. "I answer to a higher calling. Just hand over the DVD, Mr. Taylor, and I"ll be on my way. This doesn"t have to end badly. You must admit that the Nightside will be better off without the Recording. Look how much trouble it"s already caused."

"You don"t need to do anything," I said. I was trying very hard to sound casual and reasonable, like him. It"s not easy talking to someone who can probably make you disappear off the face of the Earth just by thinking about it. I added the probably as a sop to my pride, but I really didn"t want to get into a p.i.s.sing contest with the Removal Man. I had the uneasy feeling that his legend might be a little bit more real than mine. "I"ve seen what"s on the DVD, and it"s nothing you need be concerned about. It"s a fake, the psychic imprinting of a disturbed mind."

"You"ve seen it?" said the Removal Man, raising one elegant eyebrow. "Oh, dear. How very unfortunate. Now I have to take care of you as well."

"But...I"ve seen it, too!" said Bettie. "It"s nothing! It"s a fake!"

The Removal Man shook his shaven head sadly, still smiling his kind smile. "Yes, well, you would say that, wouldn"t you?"

"You can"t just make us disappear!" Bettie said defiantly. "I work for the Unnatural Inquirer! I have the full resources of the paper behind me. And this is John Taylor! You know who his friends are. You really want Razor Eddie or Dead Boy coming after you? And anyway, what makes you so sure you"re always right? What makes you infallible? What gives you the right to judge the whole world and everyone in it?"

"Ah," he said, smugly. "The secret origin of the Removal Man; is that what you want, little miss demon girl reporter? Yes, I know who you are, Miss Divine. I know who everyone is. Very well, then; I sold my soul to G.o.d. In return for power over the Earth and everything in it. Not G.o.d himself, as such, one of his representatives. But the deal is just as real. I am here to pa.s.s judgement on the wicked; and I do. Because someone has to. I"m changing the Nightside for the better; one thing, one person, one soul at a time. You mustn"t worry, Miss Divine. It won"t hurt a bit. Though really, gentlemen should go first. Isn"t that right, Mr. Taylor?"

Bettie moved immediately to put herself between me and the Removal Man. "You can"t! I won"t let you! He"s a good man, in his way. And he"s done more for the Nightside than you ever have!"

"Stand aside," said the Removal Man. "Mr. Taylor goes first, because he is the most dangerous. And please, no more protestations. I really have heard them all before."

Bettie was still searching for something to say, when I took her by the arm and moved her gently but firmly to one side. "I don"t hide behind anyone," I said to the Removal Man. "I don"t need to, you arrogant, self-righteous little prig."

"Mr. Taylor..."

"What did you have to kill the Cardinal for? I liked him. He was no threat to anyone."

"He betrayed his faith," said the Removal Man. "He was a thief. And an abomination."

"I"ve sc.r.a.ped more appealing things than you off the bottom of my shoe," I said.

I raised my gift again and Saw right through the Removal Man. It wasn"t difficult to find out who he"d really made his deal with and show him the truth. Not G.o.d. Not G.o.d at all. I showed the Removal Man who"d really been pulling his strings all this time, and he screamed like a soul newly d.a.m.ned to h.e.l.l. He staggered back and forth on the raised stage, shaking his head in denial, even as he cried out in shock and loathing. Until finally, unable to face who and what he really was, he turned his power on himself and disappeared.

And that was the end of the Removal Man.

I hadn"t wanted to destroy him. He really had done a lot of good in his time, along with the bad and the questionable. But no-one"s more vulnerable than those who believe they"re better than everyone else. His whole existence had been based on a lie. He"d been betrayed, and I knew who by. I"d Seen him. I looked into the shadows at the back of the raised stage.

"All right, you can come out now. Come on out, Mr. g.a.y.l.o.r.d du Rois, Editor of the one and only Unnatural Inquirer."

Bettie"s gasp was so shocked it came out as little more than a m.u.f.fled squeak as g.a.y.l.o.r.d du Rois stepped forward into the light to stare calmly down at both of us.

"Well done, Mr. Taylor. You really are almost as good as people say you are."

Du Rois was a tall, elderly gentleman, dressed in the very best Edwardian finery. His back was straight, his head held high, and there wasn"t a trace of weakness or frailty in him, for all his obvious age. His face was a ma.s.s of wrinkles, and his bare head was undecorated save for liver spots and a few fly-away hairs. His deep-set cold grey eyes hardly blinked at all, and his mouth was a wet slash of colourless lips. His hands were withered claws, but they still looked like they could do a lot of damage. He burned with a harsh and unforgiving energy, determined and defiant, as though he could hold back death through sheer force of will. He nodded at the spot where the Removal Man had disappeared himself.

"d.a.m.ned fool. Always was inflexible. He really did think he"d been given his power by G.o.d himself, to indulge his prejudices and paranoias. I suppose learning I was his puppet master, and had been all along, was just too much to bear. Such a come-down from G.o.d. It doesn"t matter. I"d have had to replace him soon anyway. He was having delusions of independence. Still, I can always find another fool."

"I don"t understand," said Bettie. "You"re the Editor? You"ve always been the Editor? And...the Removal Man was your creature all along? Why?"

"Dear Bettie," du Rois said indulgently. "Always a reporter, always asking the right questions. Yes, my dear, I am your Editor and always have been. The Inquirer is mine, and mine alone, and has been for over a hundred years. And in that time I have created many Removal Men to serve my needs. They don"t tend to last long. Such small, blinkered, black-and-white att.i.tudes don"t tend to survive long when faced with the ever-shifting greys of the Nightside. They burn out. But there"s always someone who thinks they know better than everyone else, just itching for a chance to remake the world in their own limited image..."

"Why create them?" I said. "I don"t see why the Editor of the Unnatural Inquirer should give much of a d.a.m.n about the morality of the Nightside."

"Quite right, Mr. Taylor. I don"t give a d.a.m.n. Except for when it makes good copy. Reporting and condemning the sins and shames of the Nightside has filled the pages of my paper for generations. But one lifetime wasn"t enough for me. I wanted more. There was still so much left to see, and know, and do. So I found a way. You can always find a way in the Nightside, even if some of them aren"t very nice. When one of my Removal Men removes a thing, or a person, all their potential energy, from all the things they might have done, is left up for grabs; and it all comes to me. Those energies have kept me going long after I should have left this world, and made me very powerful indeed."

"You"re the one who shut down my gift!" I said.

"Yes," du Rois said calmly. "It was necessary to neuter you, so you wouldn"t find Pen Donavon too quickly. I needed time for rumours about the Afterlife Recording to spread, and grow, and fascinate the minds of my readers. Bringing you in guaranteed that people would pay attention. After all, if you were involved, it must be important. By the time my Sunday edition comes out, with my giveaway DVD, people will be fighting for copies of my paper. And all because of you..."

"Sales?" I said. "This has all been about sales?"

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