"Now either he's an idiot... which he isn't, or you're a lousy teacher... which you aren't, or there's more to this than meets the eye. Hmmm? "
There were several moments of silence, then Aahz spoke again in a voice much more subdued.
"All right, partner. Let's hear it."
Massha relinquished her spot and I could see Aahz again... though I almost wished I couldn't. He was breathing hard, but whether from anger or from the exertion of trying to get around Massha I couldn't tell. I could hear the scales on his fingers rasp as he clenched and unclenched his fists, and I knew that I'd better tell my story fast before he lost control again.
"I didn't win her," I said hastily. "I won her father's marker. She's our guarantee that he'll come back and make his losses good."
Aahz stopped making with the fists, and a puzzled frown creased his features.
"A marker? I don't get it. The Geek's games are always on a cash-and-carry basis."
"Well, he seems to have made an exception in Pidge's case."
"Pidge?"
"That's my daddy," Markie announced, stepping from behind me again. "It's short for Pigeon. He loses a lot... that's why everyone is always so happy to let him sit in on a game."
"Cute kid," Aahz said dryly. "It also might explain why you did so well in the game tonight. One screwball can change the pace of an entire game. Still, when the Geek does take markers, he usually pays the winners in cash and handles the collecting himself."
"He was willing to do that."
"Then why..."
"... and if Markie's father didn't show up in two weeks, he was going to take her off-dimension and sell her into slavery himself to raise the money."
From her chair. Massha gave a low whistle.
"Sweet guy, this Geek."
"He's a Deveel." Aahz waved absently, as if the statement explained everything. "Okay, okay. I can see where you felt you had to accept custody of the kid here instead of leaving her with the Geek. Just answer me one question."
"What's that?"
"What do we do with her if her father doesn't show up?"
Sometimes I like it better when Aahz is ranting than when he's thinking.
"Aahh ... I'm still working on that one."
"Terrific. Well, when you come up with an answer, let me know. I think I'll stay in my room until this whole thing blows over."
With that he strode out of the room, leaving Massha and me to deal with Markie.
"Cheer up. Hot Stuff," my apprentice said. "Kids aren't all that much of a problem. Hey, Markie. Would you like a piece of chocolate?"
"No, thank you. It might make me fat and ugly like you."
I winced. Up until now, Massha had been my ally on the subject of Markie, but this might change everything. She was very sensitive about her weight, so most of us tended to avoid any mention of it. In fact, I had gotten so used to her appearance that I tended to forget how she looked to anyone who didn't know her.
"Markie!" I aid sternly. "That wasn't a very nice thing to say."
"But it's true!" she countered, turning her innocent eyes on me.
"That's why it's not nice," Massha laughed, though I noticed her smile was a little forced. "C'mon, Markie. Let's hit the pantry and try to find you something to eat ... something low-calorie."
The two of them trooped out, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Aahz had raised a good question. What were we going to do if Markie's father didn't come back? I had never been around kids before. I knew that having her around would cause problems, but how many problems? With everything else we had handled as a team, surely Aahz and I could handle a little girl. Of course, Aahz was ...
"There you are. Boss! Good. I was hopin' you were still up."
I cleared my mind to find one of my bodyguards entering the room.
"Oh. Hi, Guido. How did the report go?"
"Couldn't be better. In fact, Don Bruce was so happy he sent you a little present."
In spite of my worries, I couldn't help smiling. At least something was going right.
"That's great," I said. "I could use a little cheering up just now."
"Then I've got just the thing. Hey, Nunzio! Bring her in here!"
My smile froze. I tried desperately not to panic. After all, I reasoned, people refer to a lot of things as "her."
Boats, for example, or even...
"Boss, this is Bunny. Don Bruce sends her with his compliments on a job well done. She's going to be your moll."
The girl they were escorting into the room bore no resemblance at all to a boat.
Chapter Four:
"A doll is a doll is a doll."
-F. SlNATRA
BUNNY was a top-heavy little redhead with her hair in a pixie cut and a vacant stare a zombie would envy. She was vigorously chewing something as she rubbernecked, trying to take in the entire room at once.
"Gee. This is quite a place you guys's got here. It's a lot nicer than the last place I was at, ya know?"
"This is just the waitin' room," Nunzio said with pride. "Wait'll you see the rest of the layout. It's bigger'n any hangout I've ever worked, know what I mean?"
"What'sa matter with you two?" Guido barked.
"Ain't ya got no manners? First things first. Bunny, this is the Boss. He's the one you're goin' to be workin' under."
Bunny advanced toward me holding out her hand.
From the way her body moved under her tight-fitting clothes, there was little doubt what she was wearing under them ... or not wearing, as the case may be.
"Pleased ta meetcha. Boss. The pleasure's mutual," she said brightly.
For once, I knew exactly what to say.
"No."
She stopped, then turned toward Guido with a frown.
"He means not to call him ‘Boss' until you get to know him," my bodyguard assured her. "Around here he's just known as Skeeve."
"Gotcha," she winked. "Okay, Skeeve ... ya know, that's kinda cute."
"No," I repeated.
"Okay. So it's not cute. Whatever you say. You're the Boss."
"NO!"
"But..."
I ignored her and turned directly to Guido.
"Have you lost your marbles? What are you doing bringing her in here like this?"
"Like I said. Boss, she's a present from Don Bruce."
"Guido, lots of people give each other presents. Presents like neckties and books ... not girls!"
My bodyguard shrugged his shoulders helplessly. "So Don Bruce ain't lots of people. He's the one who assigned us to you in the first place, and he says that someone with your standin' in the Mob should have a moll."
"Guido ... let's talk. Excuse us a minute. Bunny."
I slipped an arm around my bodyguard's shoulders and drew him off into a corner. That may sound easy until you realize I had to reach up to get to his shoulders. Both Guido and Nunzio are considerably larger than me.
"Now look, Guido," I said. "Remember when I explained our setup to you?"
"Sure, Boss."
"Well, let's walk through it again. Don Bruce hired Aahz and me on a non-exclusive basis to watch over the Mob's interests here at the Bazaar. Now, he did that because the ordinary methods he employs weren't working... Right?"
"Actually, he hired you and included your partner. Except for that... right."
"Whatever. We also explained to you that the reason the Mob's usual methods weren't working was that the Bazaar merchants had hired us to chase the Mob out. Remember?"
"Yea. That was really a surprise when you told us. You really had us goin', know what I mean?"
"Now that brings us to the present. The money we're collecting from the Bazaar merchants and passing on to Don Bruce, the money he thinks they're paying the Mob for protection, is actually being paid to us to keep the Mob away from the Bazaar. Get it?"
"Got it."
"Good. Then, understanding the situation as you do, you can see why I don't want a moll or anyone else from the Mob hanging around. If word gets back to Don Bruce that we're flim-flamming him, it'll reopen the whole kettle of worms. That's why you've got to get rid of her."