Faded Steel Heat Part 23
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That was my secret plan. "Coy doesn't become you."
"Me? Coy? Since when?"
"You're trying to fake it. I don't think Dean would ground me if I didn't come home tonight. Especially if I make up a story that has your name in it somewhere." Tinnie remains one of Dean's favorite people.
One of mine, too.
"What I love about you is your wild enthusiasm when you decide to do-"
"Excuse me, sir." Genord was back from escorting the straggler to his coach. He looked grave. "There's someone to see you."
Again? "Not a gentleman?"
"Definitely not a gentleman."
Tinnie hissed angrily. "I knew something would happen."
I went out. It was Relway. Again.
Of course. Who else knew where to find me? Certainly not my least favorite pigeon. There'd been no sign of the little vulture since he got himself evicted.
Maybe the vampire bats got him. Or maybe he was just lying up somewhere, waiting for the light. He wasn't like the parrots in the islands who stayed up all night, mimicking the cries of the frightened or wounded.
Relway again. Definitely not a gentleman. Gerris Genord would have messed his smallclothes had he known who this runt was.
Relway looked beat. "It wearing you down?" I asked.
"Not yet."
"What's up?"
"I need you to look at something again."
"Not something happy, I a.s.sume."
"No, nothing. It's not a happy night."
51.
It wasn't happy at all.
It wasn't far from where he'd overtaken the murder wagon.
This time it was Belinda's ugly black coach. Empty. One horse lay dead in the traces. A crossbow had caught it in the throat. The other beast was psychotic.
"Poisoned bolt," Relway explained.
One coach door dangled off a broken hinge. A man I didn't recognize sat in the doorway. He held his right arm and rocked slowly. He was in pain.
Two corpses lay in the street. I did know them. Again, spectators were noteworthy for their absence.
"This is Peckwood," Relway told me, indicating the guy with the broken arm. "He saw it happen."
Peckwood didn't look like he'd been content to watch.
Relway told him. "Tell it again for my friend."
Friend? Oh-oh. Keep an eye on that hand patting your back, Garrett. Watch for a glint of steel.
Peckwood spoke stiffly. "The coach came from back that way, not in no hurry. Then I see two guys come from up yonder, running hard." Up yonder meant northward, the direction Belinda should've headed if she was going home. "I figure they meant to do this someplace else, only whoever was in the coach crossed them up."
I'm sure Relway knew who was in the rig even if his man didn't.
Why would Belinda head west instead of north? Curious.
Peckwood continued, "They didn't look like they was up to no good. I tracked them. One guy tried to plink the driver. He missed. He was puffing too hard to shoot straight. The driver started whipping his team. The villain didn't have no choice but to shoot a horse or let the coach get away. I figure originally they planned to croak the driver and grab the whole rig."
A sensible strategy. And the whole rig would've included the beautiful Miss Contague, a lady with several deadly enemies.
One of the dead men was Two Toes Harker. He'd been cut hastily and deeply and repeatedly. His knife lay not far away. He'd had a chance to use it, too. It was b.l.o.o.d.y.
Peckwood got his wind back. "Soon as the coach stopped, the driver jumped down and that other guy jumped out and the blood started flying. Everybody was surprised to see each other. And the bad guys wasn't expecting a real fight."
"Know them?" Relway asked, meaning the corpses.
I indicated the smaller one. "Cleland Justin Carlyle. Usually called CeeJay. Chodo's current number one cutter of throats and stabber of backs." Carlyle had done some cutting tonight. A nasty blood trail led away from him. "Two men did this?" Carlyle was a pro, hard to take.
Peckwood nodded.
"And they took Miss Contague?"
"A woman. I don't know who she was."
"Tell him who they were," Relway said. "I know. You don't know. But I'll bet Garrett can guess."
"Crask and Sadler," I said.
"The very ones. And even all sliced up they worked Peckwood over when he tried to stop them from taking the girl."
"I got in my licks," Peckwood insisted, gritting his teeth. "They'll carry some extra scars."
"Belinda left the Weider place a while ago. Why was she hanging around?" And where did Carlyle come from? Was he shadowing us before? I hadn't noticed.
Belinda would know.
Crask and Sadler had Belinda.
I was tired. I didn't want to face those two even if CeeJay, Two Toes, and Peckwood had torn a leg off each one. They'd still bite. With poison fangs. "Got any idea where they went?"
"No," Relway said. "My people have orders not to leave a crime site if they're alone. Peckwood carried out his orders."
"s.h.i.+t."
"I should encourage more innovation?"
"What good would it do if he'd followed them? We still wouldn't know anything happened. And he'd probably get killed for his trouble."
"Glad you see that, Garrett. Most people would argue."
"I want to argue. I just can't. I'm in over my head here. I don't know anybody inside the Outfit well enough to approach. Maybe none of them would would help. Well. I could go to her father's place but by the time I went out there and got back it would be tomorrow night." help. Well. I could go to her father's place but by the time I went out there and got back it would be tomorrow night."
"I'll bet they were in too bad a shape to worry about covering their trail."
There was plenty of blood in the street. But n.o.body is filled with enough to leave a trail all the way to the sort of neighborhood where Crask and Sadler would hide.
"I don't like ratmen."
"Did I ask you to like them?" Relway smirked. "You need a good tracker, Garrett. When you need a good tracker you have to deal with ratmen."
Some races are just naturally better at some things. Ogres, trolls, humans, elves, dwarves, none of us are much good at tracking in the city. Ratmen with the talent can sniff out a trail through the worst alleys better than any hound.
Favorite trail-covering devices, among those who can afford them, include little sorcerous traps that crisp the nose and whiskers.
Still smiling, cognizant of my aversion, Relway said, "Never be a better time than now. Garret. It's the middle of the night."
Absolutely. The ratpeople live on the underbelly of the night city. We were at the peak, or depth, of their day. "Any notion who or where?"
"I don't use ratpeople."
"And you sneer at my prejudice?"
"The problem is their prejudice, I don't use them because they start wailing when they find out who wants to hire them. They think we're the death squad branch of The Call, or something."
Ratpeople are timid. They've learned the hard way. I lug around a burden of prejudice but I'm nicer to them than most. I make an effort to control my bigotry.
I sighed. I'd wanted to stay away from Morley, as much for his sake as mine. Now that choice had been taken away.
Relway asked, "You'll let me know how it goes?"
Like he would not as soon as I did. "Why not?" I started walking.
Tinnie was going to promote me back to the top of her hate list. Who did I think I was, running off to save some woman in trouble? Some other other woman. Especially woman. Especially that that woman. woman.
It was all right when I saved her her sweet patootie. sweet patootie.
52.
The G.o.dd.a.m.n Parrot plopped onto my shoulder seconds after I parted with Relway. He was s.h.i.+vering. It was cool out now. Or maybe he was scared. There were a lot of night predators around. They snacked on one another when nothing tastier presented itself. The small nocturnal flying lizards will attack anything smaller than themselves, including cats and dogs and the little people. And they are too stupid to figure out that doing the latter is suicidal.
The price of thunder-lizard leather and parchment might plummet.
"My luck ain't never gonna turn," I grouched. "I thought sure you were catfood by now."
Mr. Big had nothing to say.
"Cat got your tongue?" Snicker. What a joker.
Still nary a word. Apparently the Dead Man had no minds left over for me.
Nevertheless, I talked to the bird all the way to The Palms. Night people of all stripes watched nervously from the edges of their eyes. They gave me room. You had to be careful about humans who talked to themselves. Some conversed with ghosts or got messages inside their heads that resulted in attacks on imaginary foes with too-real weapons.
A ploy worth remembering, I told myself. Though with my luck n.o.body would be impressed the day I tried it. Or somebody would be rounding up recruits for the looney ward at the Bledsoe.
I ran into a new waiter three steps into The Palms. He demanded, "Can I help you, sir?" He eyed me as though I suffered from some grotesque skin condition-though his nose was so high in the air he must have checked me out with mirrors. Maybe I had bloodstains on me somewhere.
"No." I kept going.
I spied a familiar face. Dang me. Tama Montezuma looked better than she had at Weider's. She seemed recovered from her distress. She smiled like she wished we could be pals.
The fellow with her had a back that looked familiar, too. Aha! Marengo North English, brave and bold. Of course. Surprise!
I had my comradely smile on before he turned to see who his niece was ogling.
I nodded to both and kept moving. I noticed others who had been at the Weider mansion. Celebration becomes social disaster when people start dying. That stuff is entertaining only when it goes on between the families of the bride and groom.
"Well, at least ya tried ta dress decent oncet," Puddle grumbled. "Goes ta show. Anyting can happen, ya wait long enough."
"What?"
He ignored that. "What happent? Gang a pansies work ya over an' make ya play dress-up?" He whistled into the speaking tube. I didn't hear a response but one must have come. He said, "It's dat guy wit' da pet parrot. Yeah. Dat one. Agin, I don't know what he wants. I never axed. Garrett. What da h.e.l.l ya want?"
"Plug your ears."
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