"Get it, boy!"
Moving with surprising believability, the bodyguard scooped an imaginary ball from the ground and pretended to throw it to the far end of the garden.
Gleep spun around and sprinted off in the direction of the "throw," flattening a bench and two shrubs as he went.
"Simply amazing," I murmured.
"I didn't mean to butt in," Nunzio said, sinking into the seat beside me. "It just looked like you wanted to talk and your dragon wanted to frolic."
"It's all right. I'd rather talk to you, anyway."
I was moderately astounded to discover this was true.
I'd always been a bit of a loner, but lately it seemed I not only was able to talk to people, I enjoyed it. I hoped it wouldn't seriously change my friendship with Gleep.
"Me? Sure, Boss. What did you want to talk about?"
"Oh, nothing special. I guess I just realized we've never really talked, just the two of us. Tell me, how do you like our operation here?"
"It's okay, I guess. Never really thought about it much. It's not your run-of-the-mill Mob operation, that much is for sure. You got some strange people hangin' around you... but they're nice. I'd give my right arm for any one of them, they're so nice. That's different right there. Most outfits, everybody's tryin' to get ahead ... so they spend more time watchin' each other than they do scopin' the opposition. Here, everybody covers for each other instead of nudging the other guy out."
"Do you want to get ahead, Nunzio?"
"Yes and no, know what I mean? I don't want to be doin' the same thing the rest of my life, but I'm not pushy to get to the top. Actually, I kinda like workin' for someone else. I let them make the big decisions, then all I gotta do is figure out how to make my part happen."
"You certainly do your part around here," I nodded. "I never knew before how hard a bodyguard works."
"Really? Gee, it's good to hear you say that. Boss. Sometimes Guido and me, we feel like dead weight around here. Maybe that's why we work so hard to do our jobs. I never thought much about whether I do or don't like it here. I mean, I go where I'm assigned and do what I'm told, so it doesn't matter what I think. Right? What I do know, though, is that I'd be real sorry if I had to leave. Nobody's ever treated me like you and your crew do."
Nunzio might not be an intellectual giant or the swiftest with I've known, but I found his simple honesty touching ... not to mention the loyalty it implied.
"Well, you've got a job here as long as I've got anything to say about it." I assured him.
"Thanks, Boss. I was startin' to get a little tired of how the Mob operates, know what I mean?" That rang a bell in my mind.
"Speaking of that, Nunzio, do you think the Mob would ever get involved with something like this character assassination thing?"
The bodyguard's brow furrowed with the effort of thinking.
"Naw!" he said at last. "Mostly people pay us not to do things. If we do have to do a number on someone, it's usually to make an example of them and we do something flashy like burn down their house or break their legs. Who would know it if we wrecked their career? What Tananda was sayin' about the Ax was interesting, but it's just not our style."
"Not even for the right price?" I urged. "How much do you think it would take to get Don Bruce to send someone in here after us?"
"I dunno. I'd have to say at least... wait a minute! Are you askin' if Bunny's the Ax?"
"Well, she did..."
"Forget it. Boss. Even if she could handle the job, which I'm not too sure she could, Don Bruce would never send her after you. Heck, you're one of his favorite chieftains right now. You should hear him ..."
Nunzio suddenly pressed his palms against his cheeks to make exaggerated jowls as he spoke. "... Dat Skeeve, he's really got it on the ball, know what I mean? Mercy! If I had a hundred like him I could take over dis whole organization."
His imitation of Don Bruce was so perfect I had to laugh.
"That's great, Nunzio. Has he ever seen you do that?"
"I'm still employed and breathin', aren't I?" he winked. "Seriously, though. You're barkin' up the wrong tree with Bunny. Believe me, you're the apple of her uncle's eye right now."
"I suppose you're right," I sighed. "If you are, though, it leaves me right back where I started. Who is the Ax and what can..."
"Hi guys! Is that a private conversation, or can anyone join?"
We glanced up to find Bunny and Markie entering the garden.
"C'mon over. Bunny!" I waved, nudging Nunzio slightly in the ribs. "We were just going to ..."
"GLEEP!!!"
Suddenly my dragon was in front of me. Crouching and tense, he didn't look playful at all. I had only seen him like this a couple of times before, and then ...
"STOP IT, GLEEP! GLEEP!!!" I screamed, realizing too late what was about to happen.
Fortunately, Nunzio was quicker than I was. From his sitting position he threw himself forward in a body check against my pet's neck, just as the dragon let loose with a stream of fire. The flames leapt forward to harmlessly scorch a wall.
Bunny swept Markie behind her with one arm.
"Geez! What was..."
"I'll get him!" Markie cried, balling up her fists.
"MARKIE!! STOP!!"
"But Daddy..."
"Just hold it. Okay? Nunzio?"
"I've got him, Boss," he called, both hands wrapped securely around Gleep's snout as the dragon struggled to get free.
"Bunny? You and Markie get inside! Now!!!"
The two of them hurried from sight, and I turned my attention to my pet.
Gleep seemed to have calmed down as fast as he had exploded, now that Bunny and Markie were gone. Nunzio was stroking her neck soothingly while staring at me in wide-eyed amazement.
"I dunno what happened there, Boss, but he seems okay now."
"What happened," I said grimly, "was Gleep trying to protect me from something or someone he saw as a threat."
"But Boss..."
"Look Nunzio, I know you mean well, but Gleep and I go back a long way. I trust his instincts more than I do my own judgment."
"But..."
"I want you to do two things right away. First, put Gleep back in his stable ... I think he's had enough exercise for one day. Then get word to Don Bruce. I want to have a little talk with him about his ‘present'!"
Chapter Sixteen:
"I thought we were friends!"
-BANQUO
"I TELL you, partner, this is crazy!"
"Like heck it is!"
"Bunny can't be the Ax! She's a space cadet."
"That's what she'd like us to think. I found out different!"
"Really? How?"
"By ... well, by talking to her."
I spotted the flaw in my logic as soon as I said it, and Aahz wasn't far behind.
"Skeeve," he said solemnly, "has it occurred to you that if she's the Ax and you're her target, that you would probably be the last person she would relax around? Do you really think you could trick her into giving away her I. Q. in a simple conversation?"
"Well... maybe she was being clever. It could be that it was her way of trying to throw us off the track."
My partner didn't say anything to that. He just cocked his head and raised one eyebrow very high.
"It could be," I repeated lamely.
"C'mon, Skeeve. Give."
"What?"
"Even you need more evidence than that before you go off half-cocked. What are you holding back?"
He had me. I was just afraid that he was going to find my real reason even less believable than the one I had already stated.
"Okay," I said with a sigh. "If you really want to know, what finally convinced me was that Gleep doesn't like her."
"Gleep? You mean that stupid dragon of yours? That Gleep?"
"Gleep isn't st..."
"Partner, your dragon doesn't like me! That doesn't make me the Ax!!"