"There"s something going on, for sure. Your vampire woman may not be the worst schemer."

"Oh?"

"That"s from Singe. She heard it from John Stretch. Who got it from his rats. That"s a long chain full of feeble links."

"You"re getting contemplative."

"I"m getting worried. Everybody thinks some people might not survive the celebration."



"Really?"

"Would I make this stuff up?"

"When Belinda"s father took charge he held a do so the differences between neighborhood bosses could be settled. They were. He got rid of underbosses who might cause trouble later. By bashing their heads in with a centaur tribal mace."

A minor numbers man called Squint Vrolet approached me. "Who you talking to, Garrett?" He wore the perpetually suspicious expression of a man too dim to grasp the whole picture-though he did manage the numbers on his patch honestly and well.

He had the territory from his cousin Green Bean Ractic. Green Bean killed two birds with one rockhead. He found a relative a job and he put the patch in the hands of a guy who didn"t have imagination enough to skim.

Squint Vrolet didn"t even have imagination enough to take advantage of the fact that he was a known gangster.

"I talk to myself, Squint. Because I know somebody who cares is listening."

Squint squinted. It was his signature move. "That"s right. You don"t got that frickin" parrot no more? Them elves done conned you out of him."

"Somebody ran a con on somebody, Squint. So what"s your take on tonight? Is it true, Chodo"s gonna retire and leave everything to his kid?"

Squint gawked. "I never heard that. Hey! Great to see you, G. But I got to go see a man about a dog." He headed straight for his cousin Green Bean instead of the garderobes, though.

Melondie Kadare told me, "That was mean, Garrett."

"When he comes to double-check if he heard right, I"ll twist it around."

"Why torment him?"

"I"m not. I"m messing with Green Bean. He"ll be sure Squint heard something important but got it twisted between his ears and his mouth."

"That"s still cruel."

"Don"t you do that to me?"

"No."

"You sure?"

"Sure, I"m sure. I can think of more amusing ways to mess with you. One of your sweeties drops by. Say, Tinnie Tate. I slide in and whisper some other honey"s name in the redhead"s ear at just the right time..."

"That don"t sound like fun."

"Not for you. I"d laugh till I puked and my wings fell off. Tinnie"s too good for you, anyway... Whoa! Peace! Just teasing. You"d better mingle. So that something unexpected doesn"t happen."

"You might think about getting in the psychic racket."

Belinda turned. She"d changed clothes again, to something more businesslike. "I sent that woman to the Bledsoe. Under my name. Would you check on her tomorrow? Make sure they"re really treating her?"

"Sure." So she expected me to have a tomorrow. Good to know.

"What do you think happened?" she asked.

"I don"t. I"ve never seen anything like it."

"You think there"s something strange going on?"

"Is that a trick question?"

"Garrett, don"t do that. I"m not in the mood. I feel this getting out of hand before it even starts."

"All right, yes. There"s something strange going on. I just figured you were behind it."

"There"re rats everywhere. There weren"t any when I looked at the place. And there"s your kittens. Cute and friendly b.u.g.g.e.rs, but still cats. You shouldn"t have brought them. And, I swear, I even saw pixies from the corner of my eye. Only they weren"t there when I looked."

That was the essence of pixie. Delivering more annoyance than a gaggle of mosquitoes.

"Watch my back, Garrett."

"I always do."

"Why?"

"Because it"s a lovely back."

"You"re full of s.h.i.t. But I like it. I think."

Moments later, Melondie Kadare sneered, "It"s such a lovely back? Could you be any more lame?"

"I wasn"t at my best. I was distracted. I had a big-a.s.s bug buzzing in my ear. And a lovely back to contemplate."

Miss Kadare bit me on the aforementioned ear. "You"re lucky I"m not your size."

15.

The celebration got started. It rolled along just fine. Night fell. Morley"s waitstaff fired the floating wicks of globular little oil lamps at each place at table. They poured wine, TunFaire Gold, the best rotted grape juice in the world. The bad guys settled themselves and sucked it down. They got happier by the minute. The majority seemed amazed to find themselves having a good time. But whenever somebody cracked a dirty punch line the astonishment went away for a minute.

I was surprised by the number of guests. Not only the underbosses and their lieutenants had shown, but so had Squint Vrolet, Spider Webb, and dozens of other foot soldiers of little consequence.

No matter. Everyone seemed pleased to honor their empress. The fun grew more exuberant without growing rowdier. Louder without getting physical. Food came. More wine flowed. And a whole orchestra of alarm horns hooted and tooted in the paranoid cellars of my mind.

Of the gathering I was alone in not swilling wine. I have no taste for spoiled grape. I"m a beer, ale, mead, and stout man. Though the stout brewers tend to shovel in too much mud.

A baffled Morley Dotes observed from the door of the pa.s.sage to the kitchen. More drink than food was coming out now.

Would tonight turn out like evenings in the old-time valhalls, where the thane"s men drank themselves unconscious and collapsed on the straw-strewn floors? In their own puke. Among the household livestock and table waste.

No straw here. Darn.

Up front, Saucerhead and his crew had scorned the demon grape, too.

My rat and pixie friends did not immediately fall under the influence, either, though not for lack of trying. I heard Melondie Kadare b.i.t.c.hing because the biggies were tracking every ounce of TunFaire Gold. The cheap-a.s.s b.a.s.t.a.r.ds.

I left my table and drifted over to Morley. "What do you think, old buddy?"

Dotes murmured, "If you know anything, you"re two legs up on me. It"s like one of those temples where they smoke and drink to get closer to G.o.d."

"Yeah. They"ll bring out the accordions any minute. Meantime, what the h.e.l.l is happening?"

"All I know is, I had to send out for more wine. Look at them. They"re completely messed up."

"So the bloodshed we imagined don"t look like it"s going to happen. How are we fixed for Relway alerts?"

This gathering would be a wet dream come true for Relway"s crowd. So how come they weren"t all over outside?

"Don"t worry about them," Morley said. "Worry about what Belinda still has in her trick sack. All this happy might be part of her scheme."

Our hostess was being kittenishly cheerful with the top goombahs-with a kitten in her lap. But... "She hasn"t been drinking." I nudged a cat away from my foot. "That"s a new shoe, hair ball." Then, "Think she put something in the wine?"

"No. I bought it. From vendors she wouldn"t know. It isn"t the wine. If it was that, they"d be cutting each other"s throats."

Right. No one was immune, drinking or not. "It"s in the air. The wine just makes it worse."

"Picture the possibilities if dancing girls came in."

"Put the old emperors to shame. Look. Even Belinda isn"t immune."

Miss Contague loosed a blast of cackling laughter. She slapped Rory Sculdyte on the back. Rory bellowed his own hilarity.

Rory Sculdyte was the man most likely to treat Belinda to a dip in the river wearing iron swimwear. Rory knew in his secret heart that he had been cheated of his birthright when Chodo took over.

I told Morley, "You better get back to work. "Cause here she comes." Morley did. And Belinda did. I told her, "You need to laugh more, woman. You"re more attractive when you laugh."

"And when I don"t?"

"You"re still attractive, he admitted reluctantly because it blunted his point."

"Tell me something, old friend. Why am I having fun?"

"If I knew, I"d get my business partners to come bottle it."

"Seriously, Garrett."

"Seriously, Contague. Maybe somebody put wormwood in the wine casks. You saying it"s not your fault? Not part of your evil master plan?"

"I"ll take credit. But I didn"t plan it. No. You know I expected tonight to turn darker. But I can"t go through with it now."

"Then get on with the business with your father. Save the bad-girl stuff for when I"m on the other side of town. Work some magic here so you don"t have to do the bad-girl stuff."

"What have you been smoking?"

"I don"t do that. I can dream, can"t I?"

"Not now. Now I need you wide-awake and alert. I"m going to bring Dad out."

16.

Melondie Kadare plopped onto my shoulder. Her aerial navigation was erratic. "You been nipping the Gold, Bug?"

"Just a little. They"re watching too close. I thought this was supposed to turn into a big brawl."

"Everybody did. What"s up?"

"There"s a situation shaping up outside. Those ugly men who tried to break into our house are prowling around, looking for trouble."

"They"re here?" Too many puzzles for one night.

"Yup."

"Why would they want to get into it with this bunch?"

"Garrett, none of them look smart enough to put on a hat when it rains. They don"t know what"s going on here. They don"t care. They might not care if they did know." Then she confided, "I think they"re after that girlie boy. That Penny. She was skulking around out there, too. Maybe they followed her."

"Did they?"

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