I turned toward Luke and introduced her. “Luke, this is Vinta Baylesort of.”
Luke raised his right hand, his eyes never leaving her face. “I just want to know one thing,” he began.
“I'll bet you do;' she replied. “Am I going to kill you or aren't I? Keep wondering. I haven't decided yet. Do you remember the time you were low on gas north of San Luis Obispo and you discovered your wallet was missing? You had to borrow money from your date to get back home. She had to ask you twice, too, before you paid her back.”
“How could you know that?” he whispered.
“You got in a fight with three bikers one day,” she went on. “You almost lost an eye when one of them wrapped a chain around your head. Seems to have healed up nicely. Can't see the scar—”
“And I won,” he added.
“Yes. Not too many people can pick up a Harley and throw it like you did.”
“I have to know,” he said, “how you learned these things.”
“Maybe I'll tell you that too, sometime,” she said. “I just mentioned them to keep you honest. Now I'm going to ask you some questions, and your life is going to depend on giving me honest answers. Understand—”
“Vinta,” I interrupted, “you told me that you weren't interested in killing Luke.”
“It's not at the top of my list,” she replied, “but if he's in the way of what is, he goes.”
Luke yawned. “I'll tell you about the blue stones,” he muttered. “I don't have anybody on a blue-stone detail after Merle now.”
“Might Jasra have someone tracking him that way?”
“Possible. I just don't know.”
“What about the ones who attacked him in Amber last night?”
“First I've heard of it,” he said, and he closed his eyes.
“Look at this,” she ordered, removing the blue button from her pocket.
He opened his eyes and squinted at it.
“Recognize it?”
“Nope,” he said, and closed his eyes again.
“And you don't mean Merle any harm now?”
“That's right,” he answered, his voice drifting off.
She opened her mouth again and I said, “Let him sleep. He's not going anywhere.”
She gave me an almost angry look, then nodded. “You're right,” she said.
“So what are you going to do now kill him while he's out?”
“No;” she replied. “He was telling the truth.”
“And does it make a difference?”
“Yes,” she told me, “for now.”
7
I actually did get a fairly decent night's sleep despite everything, including a distant dogfight and a lot of howling. Vinta had been disinclined to continue at questions and answers, and I hadn't wanted her bothering Luke any
more. I persuaded her to leave and let us rest. I sacked out on the comfortable chair, with my feet propped on the other one. I was hoping to continue my conversation with Luke in private. I remember chuckling right before I fell asleep as I tried to decide which of them I distrusted less.
I was awakened by the first brightening of the sky and a few arguments of birds. I stretched several times then and made my way to the bathroom. Half an ablution later I heard Luke cough and then whisper my name.
“Unless you're hemorrhaging, wait a minute,” I replied, and I dried myself off. “Need some water?” I asked while I was doing it.
“Yeah. Bring some.”
I threw the towel over my shoulder and took him a drink.
“Is she still around?” he asked me.
“No.”
“Give me the glass and go check the hall, will you? I'll manage.”
I nodded and passed it to him. I kept it quiet as I eased the door open. I stepped out into the hall, walked up to the corner. There was no one in sight.
“All clear,” I whispered as I came back into the room.
Luke was gone. A moment later I heard him in the bathroom.
“Damn! I'd have helped you!” I said.
“I can still take a leak by myself,” he replied, staggering back into the room, his good hand on the wall. “Had to see whether I could negotiate,” he added, lowering himself to the edge of the bed. He put his hand against his rib cage and panted. “Shit! that smarts!”
“Let me help you lie back.”
“Okay. Listen, don't let her know I can do even that much.”
“Okay,” I said. “Take it easy now. Rest.”
He shook his head. “I want to tell you as much as I can before she comes busting back in here,” he said, “and she will, too-believe me.”
“You know that for a fact?”
“Yes. She's not human, and she's more attuned to both of us than any blue stone ever was. I don't understand your style of magic, but I've got my own and I know what it tells me. It was your question about who she was that got me to working on the problem, though. Have you figured her out yet?”
“Not completely, no.”
“Well, I know she can switch bodies like changing clothes-and she can travel through Shadow.”
“Do the names Meg Devlin or George Hansen mean anything to you?” I asked.
“No. Should they?”
“Didn't think so. But she was both of them, I'm sure.”
I'd left out Dan Martinez, not because he'd shot it out with Luke and telling Luke would raise his distrust of her even further, but because I didn't want him to know that I was aware of the New Mexico guerrilla operation-and I could see that it might lead in that direction.
“She was also Gail Lampron.”
“Your old girlfriend, back in school?” I said.
“Yes. I thought there was something familiar about her immediately. But it didn't hit me till later. She has all of Gail's little mannerisms-the way she turns her head, the way she uses her hands and eyes when she's talking. Then she mentioned two events to which there had only been a single common witness-Gail.”
“It sounds as if she wanted you to know.”
“I believe she did,” he agreed.
“Why didn't she just come out and say it then, I wonder?”
“I don't think she can. There's something could be a spell on her, only it's hard to judge, her not being human and all.” He glanced furtively at the door as he said this. Then, “Check again,” he added.
“Still clear,” I said. “Now what about “
“Another time,” he said. “I've got to get out of here.”
“I can see your wanting to get away from her—” I began.
He shook his head. “That's not it,” he said. “I've got to hit the Keep of the Four Worlds-soon.”
“The shape you're in—”
“That's it. That's what I mean. I've got to get out of here so I can be in shape soon. I think old Sharu Garrul's gotten loose. That's the only way I can figure what happened.”
“What did happen?”
“I got a distress call from my mother. She'd gone back to the Keep after I'd gotten her away from you.”
“Why?”
“Why, what?”
“Why'd she head for the Keep?”
“Well, the place is a power center. The way the four worlds come together there releases an awful lot of free power, which an adept can tap into—”
“Four worlds actually do come together there? You mean you're in a different shadow depending on the direction you might take off in?”
He studied me for a moment. “Yes,” he finally said, “but I'll never get this thing told if you want all the little details.”
“And I won't understand it if too much gets left out. So she went to the Keep to raise some power and got in trouble instead. She called you to come help her. What did she want that power for, anyway?”
“Mm. Well, I'd been having trouble with Ghostwheel. I thought I almost had him talked into coming over to our side, but she probably thought I wasn't making progress fast enough and apparently decided to try binding him with a massive spell after—”
“Wait a minute. You were talking to Ghost? How did you get in touch? Those Trumps you drew are no good.”
“I know. I went in.”