66
I had a hangover. Again. Surprise.
It was not yet a classic. It was just an infant. But it had potential. This was practically the middle of the night still. Dawn was only a hint of color in the east.
Victor nudged me with a toe in a spot that the ogre had thumped yesterday. I woke up sprawled under an olive tree, supported by cold, damp stone. The Goddamn Parrot was on a branch overhead, muttering. He made no sense but occasionally my name entered the mix. "Get up, Garrett," Victor insisted. Pain blazed through my side. Oh, no! Not another cracked rib. "Some guy is looking for you."
Some guy? That didn't sound good. I hadn't mentioned Heaven's Gate to anybody, ever. Nor had I noticed anybody following me. Not that I'd made much effort to keep track. Crask and Sadler were in the tank. The shifters ought to be licking their wounds. Nobody else should be interested.
"Get up, damn you!" Victor let me have it again, in the identical spot, harder. He knew what he was doing.
Victor was a teetotaller, a member of TunFaire's smallest and most viciously bizarre cult. He was the only born-again alcohol hater at Heaven's Gate. He'd let me know again and again what he thought of me dispensing the devil's sweat.
"Victor, you do that again, you'll need to get fitted for a wooden leg."
Victor chose discretion. "Your party is outside the front gate."
My party was Ritter from Relway's deck of jokers. Brother Relway was looking like a mojo man who sees all and knows all. I asked, "Don't you guys ever sleep?"
"Sleep? What's that? Wait! Yeah! I remember. They used to let me do that when I was in the army. Once a week whether I needed it or not. Don't have time to waste on it anymore, though. This is Card." Somebody unclear, clinging to a shadow, lifted a hand but didn't speak.
I told Ritter, "I always knew you groundpounders had it sweet but you're the first one who ever admitted it. What's happening?"
"Boss wants you back at the Weider place."
"That doesn't sound promising. How come?"
"There's been another killing."
"Shit. Who was it this time?" I should've gotten Saucerhead in there.
"I couldn't say. Nobody told me. I'm just supposed to get you."
"How'd you know where to find me?"
He looked at the thing on my shoulder. "Followed the parrot droppings."
"No, really."
"The boss told me you were here. I don't know how he knew. I didn't ask." That cut me off quick. "I'm just a messenger, Garrett. He picked me because you'd recognize me."
"You guys bring any transport?" Besides being hungover and achy from the ogre's handiwork I was stiff from sleeping on cold, damp stone.
"You kidding, Garrett? You know what kind of budget we've got?"
"Can't blame a guy for hoping. Though I expected the worst. You do that and you're never disappointed. Sometimes you're even pleasantly surprised."
"It isn't that far, you know. Just a couple miles."
"More like four. And I have a hangover and fresh bruises."
"That ogre thumped you pretty good, eh?"
Relway's crew seemed to know every breath I took. Relway had to want me to know that, too. Ritter was hardly so dumb he'd give it away if it was supposed to be a secret.
"Just don't get in any hurry. I'll hike as fast as I can. I gotta do one thing before we go, though."
I limped over to Shale's apartment. He lived alone. His personality guaranteed his privacy. I slipped the packet of cookies into the crook of his arm. He was a nasty old thing but he was family. The closest I had anymore.
67
Colonel Block met us on the Weider front steps. "Good morning, Garrett." He was in uniform. He dismissed Ritter and Card, eyed me as though he had developed major reservations. A large, muscular, nameless bruno lurked close by in case Block needed a ton of muscle in a hurry.
The mansion looked deserted from the outside. I saw no light and heard no morning bustle. People should have been stirring.
"You came yourself?" I asked.
"This is getting big. A definite high-level interest has developed. Things are going on that we can't see from down here in the bushes." I got the impression that he was understating—and was not about to go into detail why.
"I didn't want to hear that. Where's Relway?"
"Good question. I haven't seen him since yesterday."
"He sent for me."
"I sent for you, Garrett. Because you know these people. They need to deal with somebody familiar. They're like trapped animals right now."
"Ritter told me there's been another murder."
"Yeah. Guy name of Lancelyn Mac. He had a head-on with somebody who tried to force his way into the house. The cripple was there but didn't see that part happen."
"Ty."
"Ty, then. Talk to him. I can't tell you anything he can't."
"Where is he?"
"Everyone in the house is in the family dining hall. Anybody who leaves has to go with someone else. That rule applies to everybody. My people included. Nobody should be alone, ever." Which explained the muscular behemoth attached to him like a shadow, jabbering like a stone.
"You think changers killed Lance?"
"Maybe. Nobody else is interested in the Weiders. Are they?"
I shrugged, sketched what I'd learned at Heaven's Gate. Block listened without interrupting.
"Interesting," he said. "The same name cropping up, then and now. You could cobble together some weird hypotheses if you made a few assumptions about shapeshifter thinking."
You sure could. I had one notion I wanted to bounce off the Dead Man. It regarded his hero Glory Mooncalled and plans the man might have regarding TunFaire. "They have a strategy. They have a goal. If we knew what that was, we could figure out what they'll probably do next."
"Next time we catch one I'll be sure to be more careful about keeping it caught. They're in here."
"Here" was the family dining room that had served as Mr. Gresser's staging area during the ill-starred engagement gala.
Tinnie ambushed me at the door. "Where the hell have you been?"
"Out white-knighting around. I rescued a maiden, then I rushed to the bedside of an old man who doesn't have long to live. I took him some cookies to ease the pain."
"We heard about Belinda Contague. I want to talk to you about... "
Alyx materialized. Her bounce and deviltry had gone missing. She was a kid who needed somebody to tell her everything was going to be all right.
The whole crowd seemed possessed by a universal despair.
"Hi, Alyx. Hang in there, kid. We're going to turn it around. Gilbey. Max. Nicks. Ty. Can we get right to it?" Ty was in his wheelchair. Nicks sat nearby at a long rosewood table. Earlier that table had been shoved against the wall and piled with the goodies Gresser's people had been serving to the rest of us. Nicks was nowhere nearby mentally although she did grunt in response to my greeting.
I needed to hone my charm skills.
"Ty," I said. "Come walk me through what happened." All business is my middle name—even when I have a beautiful woman hanging on both arms. In my dreams.
Block wanted to see a re-creation. Ty had refused to do it for him.
Ty pushed his wheelchair away from the table. "I guess." His voice was flat. He was ready to give up but was going on because he was expected to go on. I'd seen it before. It might armor his soul till he passed through the dark fire.
Nicks positioned herself behind Ty's chair. She moved like a sleepwalker.
The remnants of this family would need a lot of help. Though if I didn't get somewhere soon, there might not be a family much longer.
I followed Nicks into the great hall. Block followed me. I heard feet shuffle. Well. Max had invited himself along. Gilbey paced him, ready to help. Max looked like he'd aged thirty years.