"They left this one where he croaked," I said. "At least one more was bleeding when they left."
The ratman grunted and started sniffing around.
"Morley, I want to show you something." I had Maya hold the lantern while I pantsed the dead guy.
"What are you, some kind of pervert?" Morley asked.
"Just take a look. Ever seen anything like this?"
Morley looked for a long time. Then he shuddered and shook his head. "No. I've never seen anything like that. That's sick. Crazy sick. How did you know? What have you gotten yourself into?"
"This is the fifth one today. All cut bald." I didn't go into detail.
Morley said, "Why would anybody let somebody do that?"
"There are a lot of crazies in this world, old buddy."
"I didn't think there was anybody that crazy."
"That's because you think with yours."
"Ha! The pot calling the kettle black."
"If you're ready?" The ratman sounded offended.
"Whenever you are," I told him.
"One man went on from here. He was wounded, as you surmised." Put me in my place. He led off, dropping to all fours so his legs folded up like a grasshopper's hind legs. That hurt just to see but didn't bother him. He snuffled and muttered and scooted along, growling at Maya to douse the damned light.
The trail turned south, headed across town a mile, a mile and a half into a better part of the city, not wealthy like the Hill and the neighborhoods clinging to its skirts, but definitely middle-class.
I began to get the feeling I'd missed something important. I suspected I knew something I didn't know I knew. I tried going over everything.
I should know better than to force it. That never works. Thinking just confuses me.
The stalk turned out to be a giant anticlimax. We caught our quarry in another alleyway. "Dead as a wedge," Shote announced. "Been gone a couple of hours."
"He was alone?" Morley asked.
"Did I tell you he was alone? I told you he was alone. He was alone."
"Touchy, touchy."
Maya searched the body. I hadn't done that with the others, except cursorily. I expect it would have been a waste of time. Maya didn't find anything.
Morley said, "I didn't know old Pokey had it in him. He was always a talker. He could bullshit his way out of anything."
"I don't think he had time to talk."
Maya asked, "What do we do now, Garrett?"
"I don't know." My inclination was to go home and sleep. We'd hit a dead end here. "We could keep going the way we were headed, see if we run into anything that bites."
Morley said, "There's nothing ahead but the Dead Zone, the Dream Quarter, and the Slough of Despond." Those were vulgar names for the diplomatic community, the area where TunFaire's religions maintain their principal temples, and the tight island where the city maintains two workhouses and a jail, a madhouse, and a branch of the Bledsoe charity hospital. The Slough is surrounded by a high curtain wall, not to keep anyone in or out but to mask the interior so as not to offend the eyes of passersby headed for the Dead Zone or the Dream Quarter.
There was a lot more to the South End, including industry, fairgrounds, shipyards, acres and acres of graveyards, and most of the Karentine Army's city facilities. But I thought I caught what Morley meant.
There was a chance our dead madmen had originated in one of those three areas. I'd be hard put to decide which was the craziest.
I said, "Whoever sent those guys might be wondering what happened to them. I'm going back where Pokey got it and see if anybody turns up."
Maya thought that was a good idea. Morley shrugged. "I've had a long day. I'm going to get some sleep. I'd be interested in hearing if you find something, Garrett. Want to head back, Shote?"
The ratman grunted.
I had a thought. That happens. So do lunar eclipses. "Wait up. I want you to look at something. Everybody." I took out my coin card. "Shine the light on this, Maya."
"Temple coinage," Morley said. "Can't tell what temple."
Maya and Shote couldn't tell me anything, either.
Morley asked, "It have anything to do with this?"
"No. These have to do with who sicced Snowball on me. Whoever hired him paid him in these."
Morley pruned his lips. "Check the Royal Assay. They're supposed to keep samples of private coinages."
That was a good idea. I wished I'd thought of it. I thanked him and said good night.
19
Maya and I had a quiet walk back. Maybe she was as worn out as I was. I didn't try to make conversation.
I tried to stay alert. It was late for chukos but I was crossing town with the war chief of the Doom, showing her colors, asking for trouble if she was spotted.
Trouble didn't find us. We saw mostly ratpeople sweeping streets, clearing trash, scrounging, stealing whatever wasn't nailed down. I have to admit they contribute, mainly by doing work no one else wants. They are industrious.
I went back to the steps where Maya and I had been sitting when Jill brought the bad news. The moon had moved along. The place was no longer in the light. Jill's building was. I watched.
Maya helped. She seemed disinclined to head for her lair. After a while, she said, "The Vampires were really trying to kill you?"
"Sure seemed like it." I shrugged. "Doesn't matter now."
"Huh? That Snowball is crazy. He'll try again."
Was she kidding? "No he won't. He really is dead, Maya."
The look she gave me.
After that we didn't talk much.
I ran out of patience. Weariness will do that. "I'm going over there. See what happened while we were roaming."
Maya followed me. She moved like she was worn out. At eighteen? After only these few hours? Hell, I was the old-timer here.
We had no trouble getting in the street door, same as before. That implied the place had heavyweight protection, something to check on, though it would lead back to Chodo if the women were what I thought. If the place was his and he found out who sent those men, somebody was in for hard times. Chodo's enforcers go after their jobs with the gusto and arrogance of tax collectors. They don't stop coming and they don't leave you anywhere to hide.
The place was quiet. The keepers had gone home to less winsome company. The kept were asleep, visions of presents prancing in their pretty heads.
We went up slowly, carefully. Earlier there had been lamps to light the way, but now they were dark. I figured the caretaker had extinguished them but I wasn't going to dance into an ambush because it seemed unlikely.
We reached Jill's door. I listened. Nothing. I pushed the door. It swung inward, as it should, quietly. I stuck my head inside.
All but two lamps had burned out, and those wouldn't be with us long. I saw no evidence that we weren't alone. "See if you can find some oil." While she looked I checked the corpses. They hadn't walked away.
I came back to find Maya filling lamps. "Long as we're here I'm going to toss the place. Those guys were looking for something and they didn't find it."
"How do you figure?" She got a couple of refills burning.
"They didn't have anything when we found them. And we accounted for all of them. So whatever it was it's here or wasn't here to begin with." I thought. I hoped.
"Oh."
"I'll do this room first so we can get the lights out. Keep an eye on the street. Anyone comes, holler."
I ripped the room apart. Jill would be pissed if she found out. I wouldn't tell her. Let her think the bad boys did it.
I demolished furnishings. I looked for secret hiding places. I didn't find doodly squat. And Maya didn't see anything in the street.
"Darken the room so nobody will see the lights and wonder. Stay back a few feet so the moonlight doesn't hit your face." I recalled the face she'd seen in the window of a supposedly empty apartment. Maybe we'd take a look in there, too.