I considered the scene with time-dulled mind and senses. This was not one of Belinda’s coach crew. He had not died fighting so had not been alarmed by the approach of whoever did him in.
I crossed over to the wall beneath Morley’s window.
That was redbrick. It glistened. There was dried something on the cobblestones, too. A pile of goat scat marbles lay a few feet south of the glisten. Flies were feasting.
I marveled at all the quiet. Senior management at Fire and Ice had to know the true names of some well-placed clients.
True names weren’t just useful in the sorcery game, they were invaluable in politics and the blackmail game. Even the passive sort that assures localized maintenance of public works and a useful police presence. Or absence.
The streets were in perfect repair. Night lamps were in place and unbroken. There wasn’t a red top in sight.
There wasn’t anyone in sight. Which explained why a dead man could cool down without an uproar.
I made a second round of Belinda’s watchers. Then I went back to report.
DeeDee and Crush had finished. I met them in the hallway. I found Belinda seated on the edge of Morley’s bed, holding his hand. She started, pulled away, looked slightly guilty.
I ignored that. “He does look like he’s coming back.”
“You don’t look good. What happened?”
“Somebody killed your man who was watching the window. You want to see, look to your right, far side, at the top of that cellar well about forty feet along.”
Belinda looked. “Oh. I see him now. Looks like he’s sleeping.”
“Which is why nobody noticed till I tried to wake him up.”
Belinda went from concerned to grim in a heartbeat. She nodded but just stared at the dead man. Bodies and parts thereof would begin skewing Director Relway’s violent crimes statistics real soon.
“Let me guess. Those idiots never saw a thing.”
“No. They did. But I had to ask twice. They only thought they hadn’t seen anything. Once they heard that a friend was dead they remembered an old woman with a goat cart passing through, headed toward downtown.”
“What’s the kicker? I’m in no mood for guessing games.”
“It took her over an hour to get from the guy in the north to the guy in the south. It should have taken five minutes. The guy who saw her first said he heard her going. The man on the south side said he never heard anything. Bam. She was there. She scared him. He says her cart smelled.”
“That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
“There wasn’t a cart out there when I looked. After I hit that thing with your club.”
I got up to the window. “If it was next to the wall you wouldn’t have seen it.”
“I’ll go get writing stuff.”
“Uh...”
She was ahead of me. “I need to send a note to Pular Singe. An offer of employment.”
“But...” I didn’t want my little ratgirl involved in something deadly. Not again.
Belinda set a brisk pace when she had a goal. She returned with the essentials for letter writing before I finished inventorying improvements in Morley’s condition.
“I brought extra paper. I’ll write a letter of my own, for Singe to pass on to John Stretch. I may have work to subcontract.”
She was in the red zone. Somebody was going to get hurt.
I hoped that wouldn’t be her. Or Morley. Or, especially, me.
“I should send a note to Tinnie, too.”
17
I did write a letter. It seemed futile once I finished. I didn’t have it delivered. Tinnie knew what was going on. Anything I said wouldn’t change her mind.
My dearly beloved had become fixed in her attitudes. She didn’t let facts get in the way of her making up her mind. My friends thought that was my fault. Tinnie and I had a long history. When I stood up on my hind legs she would pack the attitude in. But I did let stuff slide because it was easier to go along.
I was supposed to be guarding someone, not known to be alive, in a hideout where nobody would think to look. The engineer of the hidery hadn’t been successful. Somebody had tried the window already. A guard had lost his life. Then, scarcely an hour after Belinda went away, the last person I expected to see ambled into the room.
DeeDee and Crush were with me, DeeDee worshipping Morley with her too-young eyes, while Crush plotted some means of getting the best of her mother once Morley came around.
I got into weird stuff but not this kind of weird, where a mother looks younger than her daughter and acts it, both of them being professional ladies, fiercely competitive, and desperately eager for positive feedback from a man claimed by a bad woman from far above them in the food chain.
I finished nailing the window shut. “Most excellent, Garrett. A job well-done.” I heard the soft scrape of a foot on hallway carpet. I turned.
Deal Relway came in. The Director himself. The terrible swift sword of the law, older and more worn than when last I saw him. I had heard that he never left the Al-Khar anymore. Too many outsiders wanted to break his bones.
He was a little guy, and ugly. Sometime way back an impudent dwarf had taken a climb through the family tree, plucking forbidden fruit. Additional members of the Other Races had contributed over the generations.
Relway’s minions were too efficient. He had arrived with no more warning than his shoe brushing the nap of the carpet. He looked around, said, “About what I expected. You ladies finish what you’re doing and go.”
They had no idea who he was. I told them, “It’s all right. He’s no enemy.”
Frowning, unsure, they drifted out into a house saturated with red tops.
Relway studied Morley. “Hard to believe.”
“Bad luck can catch up with anybody. What brings you in out of the smoke?”
“The hope that I might learn something helpful in dealing with a problem that’s been nagging me almost since you dropped out.” His tone and mannerisms were casual. He was more comfortable than when last I had seen him.
“You do understand where you are? Whose place you’ve entered without invitation?”
“Not something that concerns me. Her interests and mine coincide right now. Down the road I’ll probably shut her down.”
“It’s good to be confident. But you, sir, are going to die young. And when you do you’ll refuse to believe that it could happen to you.”
Relway was neither devastated nor confused. I kind of felt sorry for him. I didn’t know what I was talking about, either.
“You’ve been out of action for a while, Garrett. The paradigms have shifted.”
“Many casualties? Much property damage?” I wasn’t sure what a paradigm was. He didn’t look likely to explain. “Good for you. But what about right here, right now?”
“Let us readjust and reassess. At the moment I have no interest in what Mr. Dotes may be doing with his life. I’m even disinterested in the fell Miss Contague. I am interested in making contact with whoever or whatever was responsible for Mr. Dotes’ condition.”
“Why is that?”
“I am pledged to protect King and Crown. Something out there means to attack both. Your friend may have stumbled into it.”
So. He felt threatened because he wasn’t on top of everything happening in our marvelous city.
We talked, though not about much of consequence. Half an hour later we parted, me thinking that neither of us had profited, till I realized just how far out of trim I was.
He had learned plenty by listening to what I didn’t say. As in not asking what he had learned from Jimmy Two Steps. I must know already, despite being holed up here, seeing no outsider but Belinda.
The runt had peeked through the curtains of my dreams.
Given time, I relaxed enough to realize that Relway had come fishing. He hungered for information on something that troubled him deeply — and I hadn’t helped despite my honesty.
Relway’s crew left Fire an
d Ice in stages, careful to protect the Director. So Crush said when she brought lunch, once the scary little man was gone. I loathed myself for my idiot response to a girl her age — while aching because a girl her age considered a guy my age a bad joke.
But she could go cow-eyed over Morley Dotes, thinking it somehow wondrous that she had gotten to change the diaper of a bad boy dark elf a whole lot older than me.
Crush was indifferent to Garrett the man. Our basis for interaction was Morley. She admitted that she had no idea who he really was. DeeDee might know him, though. The whiny guy inside asked, “So why are you drooling all over him?”
She rose dramatically in my estimation. She gave my question some thought. “I don’t know. Not when I try to logic it out. Is he a sorcerer?”
“Your guess would be better than mine. You’re female. I’ve never figured it out. Maybe he gives off a smell because he’s a vegetarian.”
“I doubt that. Anyway, with me it’s probably about competition with DeeDee. And he has an exciting reputation. He’s bad, he’s beautiful, and he has been connected with some famous women. Strip everything else away, there’s still bare-naked curiosity. What did those other women find so special?”
I considered Morley sourly. He had told me once that he had worked hard crafting his reputation. By building it and broadcasting it, he guaranteed himself a bottomless pool of ladies wondering what the excitement was all about. He had insisted that there was no trickery involved. He was providing excuses so women could pursue their own wicked desires.
Crush finished her work. She had no excuse for hanging around. She left without an apology, a farewell, or a broken heart.
I shut the door, pushed my cot against it. I lay down for a nap that didn’t last but two or three hours. Then I was wide awake again. I took advantage of the chamber pot, then checked the window.
It was still nailed shut.
On the other hand, it was glass. Glass could be broken.
18
Sound came from the bed. I dropped Jon Salvation’s omnibus of masterpieces. I thought Morley was choking.
He was. On words. His eyes were open. He was trying to talk.
His eyes were wild. He did not want to know where he was or what was happening. His latest memories were of being stabbed. Seeing me did not help. He did not recognize me.
Time was on my side. He wasn’t going anywhere. He had neither the strength nor the will to do so. He was feeling every wound. One try to get up left him clear on how he would spend his next few weeks.
He didn’t quite scream. He wasn’t loud enough to bring on the rest of the house. He lay there panting, collecting himself. He did recognize me now.
“You finally irked somebody a little too much. Maybe laid your blessings on the wrong wife or daughter.”
He made a sound of negation.
“Then it’s business or your past catching up.”
He did not respond. He turned thoughtful. Since he was supposed to be an honest restaurateur these days, I surmised that he was mining memory for a connection.
He continued not to respond.
Should I put aside the notion of a vengeful revenant? There would be few such who remained alive and dangerous. The Morley I knew when we were younger didn’t leave live enemies behind.
He lapsed into sleep, then wakened again a few hours later still unable to speak. He did make me understand that he was thirsty.
He was asleep when DeeDee and Crush came for the evening cleaning and feeding. I did not share the good news. I wanted them out of the way quickly.
Miss Tea looked in during the cleanup but left without saying anything.
Morley went for a long, deep doze. When Jon Salvation became too much for me — I kept hearing his irritating, whiny, scratchy voice as I read — I turned down the lamps, sprawled on the cot, and got busy doing some snoozing of my own.
At some point I halfway wakened with the vague notion that Morley was trying to say something. Very mechanical and as clear as a falling-down drunk speaking his native tongue. Later still, I halfway wakened thinking something was trying to open the window. The glass squeaked. The frame creaked.
There was a flash and bang outside, followed by yelling and screaming. The shrieks of Civil Guard whistles followed. I saw nothing when I got to the window. There was no light. There was a heavy overcast.
I heard nothing more till early birds DeeDee and Hellbore wakened me by banging the door against my cot.
Hellbore. Wow. What a marvelous name. I would honor her preferences and call her Crush.
19
This time Morley woke up while the women were ministering to him. I got to witness another of those fascinating, inexplicably repugnant things that happen around him.
Two professional comfort women went red with embarrassment when he opened his eyes.
I just leaned against the wall, out of the way, and marveled. Un-bee-leave-a-bull!
DeeDee was in a charitable mood. Or needed to overcome her shyness by diverting her attention toward an unthreatening target. “There was some excitement out there again last night.”
I’d almost convinced myself that I had dreamed it. “I hope it was less deadly than before.”
“I think it was pretty ugly. You should talk to Miss Tea about that.”
“I’ll look forward. Moments with Mike are more precious than pearls.”
DeeDee would never be an aficionado of my special humor. She looked at me blankly, not even wondering if I was poking fun.
Crush, though, rolled her eyes. She awarded me a sneer that said she got me and I was lame.
Morley made noises that sounded like they belonged to the family of questions most frequently asked upon awakening in strange circumstances.
I told him, “We’re hiding out on the second floor of a hook shop called Fire and Ice, a subsidiary of the Contague family enterprise. We’re here at Belinda’s behest. She thought this would be a safe place to hole up till you heal enough to move to her place. Your lovely attendants are DeeDee and her daughter Hellbore, who prefers to be called Crush. They have been tending you since you were brought here. What, four days ago? Ladies?”
DeeDee counted on her fingers. “Yep. Four.” Then she actually curtsied.
Crush rolled her eyes.
Morley made noises. I translated. “He says pleased to meet you and thank you for all the care you’ve lavished upon him.”
Crush said, “Didn’t sound like that to me.”
Nor to me. “He might have expressed himself a little less elegantly. A man with deep stab wounds tends to be curt and cranky, especially when he’s just wakened and the pain is catching up. But those were the core sentiments he wanted to convey. Deep down in his heart of hearts.”
Crush said, “Man, you are full of it.”
“It’s one of my most endearing qualities.”
She snorted.
“I’m really a big old lovable stuffed bear once you get to know me.”
Another snort, dismissive but not derisive. “That isn’t going to happen. The Capa left very specific instructions to the entire house. Not even DeeDee is dim enough to confuse them.” She eyed her mother. Who kept right on looking like Crush’s happy younger sister. “Or maybe she is. But she’s already fixated on the bad boy.”
“In another place and time, under different circumstances, we could have been great friends. I like the twists your mind takes.”
That left her speechless. I indulged my evil laughter. I hadn’t had a chance in a long time. Then, being a trained detective, I detected. “You guys didn’t bring breakfast with you this morning.”
DeeDee told me, “It wasn’t ready. There were problems in the kitchen on account of some of the staff are late.”
My paranoid bodyguard side went on alert.
Needlessly. DeeDee explained, “Mostly they’re late because they have to get through all the tin whistles and whatnot that are out there. But some are fighting hangovers and stuff, too. The chief coo
k’s daughter got married last night and that idiot paid for an open bar after. There’ll be all the food you can eat once they get rolling.”
Crush rolled her eyes again, this time for no obvious reason.
Morley stayed quiet. He listened, building mind pictures of character.
I said, “I’ll need one of you to help feed him when the food does come.”
DeeDee startled me. “That should be Crush. She does it better than me.”
Crush shook her head. She didn’t want the job if her mother didn’t want it.
I opined, “Maybe we ought to let Miss Tea decide.” Because that worthy had arrived. A wondrous medley of breakfast aromas pursued her. A previously unmet young lady deposited a tray on the nightstand. It was beginning to get crowded. If I had been between twelve and twenty-nine, I would have been in heaven. But I was a big boy now, no longer allowed to think that way. And the stench off a side of bacon was a total distraction.
Miss Tea said, “DeeDee, you and Crush go down and help serve. I’ll feed Mr. Dotes while I talk to Mr. Garrett.”
“Serve?” Crush asked.
“I opened the grand parlor to the Civil Guards. Serving tea and sweet rolls. A goodwill gesture.”
“Always helps to be on good terms with the local red tops.”
“It is. Move along, ladies. Garrett, before you pig out totally, hand me that glass and the long spoon.”
“That glass” contained a greenish sludge made from something a starving pig probably would refuse but which might be good for a guy full of knife holes. Miss Tea said, “Some water, too.”
That got to Morley via a reed, Miss Tea trapping a small quantity by holding a thumb over the reed’s upper end, then releasing the dribble into Morley’s mouth. It worked better when he was awake.
He was very thirsty.
Miss Tea fed him patiently, in little bits. “There was more excitement last night.”
“So I heard. The neighborhood is overrun by red tops.”
“They’re everywhere. Half my people can’t get to work. I try to make the tin whistles comfortable while they waste their time. And mine.”