"My partner and I were sent here as the point men of something very elaborate. Someone out there wants your vault emptied. Not merely penetrated, but pillaged. Plucked and left behind like an empty honeycomb." "Someone?"
"Someone. I haven't the faintest notion who; Jerome and I are dealt with through fronts. All of our efforts to penetrate them have been in vain. Our employer is as anonymous to us now as he was two years ago." "Do you frequently work for anonymous employers, Master Kosta?"
"Only the ones that pay me large piles of good, cold metal. And I can assure you — this one has been paying us very well."
Requin sat down behind his desk, removed his optics and rubbed his eyes with his gloved hands. "What's this new game, Master Kosta? Why favour me with all of this?"
"I tire of our employer. I tire of Jerome's company. I find Tal Verrar much to my taste, and I wish to arrange a new situation for myself." "You wish to turn your coat?" "If you must put it that way, yes." "What do you suggest I have to gain from this?"
"First, a means to work against my current employer. Jerome and I aren't the only agents set against you. Our job is the vault, and nothing else. All the information we gather on your operations is being passed to someone else. They" re waiting for us to come up with a means to crack your money-box, and then they" ve got further plans for you." "Go on."
"The other benefit would be mutual. I want a job. I'm tired of running from city to city chasing after work. I want to settle in Tal Verrar, find a home, maybe a woman. After I help you deal with my current employer, I want to work for you, here." "As an entertainer, perhaps?"
"You need a floor boss, Requin. Tell me truly, are you as complacent now about your security as you were before I came up your stairs? I know how to cheat every single game that can be cheated here, and if I weren't sharper than your attendants I'd already be dead. Who better to keep your guests playing fairly?"
"Your request is… logical. Your willingness to shrug off your employer isn't. Don't you fear their retribution?"
"Not if I can help you put us both beyond it. Identification is the problem. Once identified, any man or woman in the world can be dealt with. You have every gang in Tal Verrar under your thumb, and you have the ear of the Priori. Surely you could make the arrangements if we could come up with name." "And your partner, Master de Ferra?"
"We've worked well together," said Locke, "but we quarrelled, not long ago, over an intensely personal matter. He believes his insult is forgiven; I assure you it is anything but. I want to be quits with him when our current employer is dealt with. I want him to know before he dies that I" ve had the best of him. If possible, I'd like to kill him myself. That and the job are my only requests." "Mrnm. What do you think of all this, Selendri?" "Some mysteries are better off with their throats slit," she whispered.
"You might fear that I'm trying to displace you," said Locke. "I assure you, when I said floor boss I meant floor boss. I don't want your job."
"And you could never have it, Master Kosta, even if you did want it." Requin ran his fingers down Selendri's right forearm and squeezed her undamaged hand. "I admire your boldness only to a point."
"Forgive me, both of you. I had no intention of presuming too much. Selendri, for what it's worth, I agree with you. In your position, getting rid of me might seem like wisdom. Mysteries are dangerous to people in our profession. I am no longer pleased with the mystery of my employment. I want a more predictable life. What I ask and what I offer are straightforward."
"And in return," said Requin, "I receive possible insight into an alleged threat against a vault I have enhanced by my own design to be impenetrable."
"A few minutes ago, you expressed the same confidence concerning your attendants and their ability to spot card-sharps." "Have you penetrated my vault security as thoroughly as you say you" ve danced around my attendants, Master Kosta? Have you penetrated it at all?"
"All I need is tune," said Locke. "Give it to me and a way will make itself plain, sooner or later. I'm not giving up because it's too difficult; I'm giving up because it pleases me. But don't just take my word on my sincerity; look into the activities of Jerome and myself. Make inquiries about everything we've been doing in your city for the past two years. We have made some progress that might open your eyes."
"I shall," said Requin. "And in the meantime, what am I to do with you?"
"Nothing extraordinary," said Locke. "Make your inquiries. Keep your eyes on Jerome and myself. Continue to let us play at your "Spire — I promise to play more fairly, at least for the coming few days. Allow me to think on my plans and gather whatever information I can about my anonymous employer."
"Let you walk out of here, unscathed? Why not hold you somewhere secure while I exercise my curiosity about your background?"
"If you take me seriously enough to consider any part of my offer," said Locke, "then you must take the possible threat of my employer seriously as well. Any tip-off to them that I" ve been compromised, and Jerome and I might be cast loose. So much for your opportunity."
"So much for your usefulness, you mean. I am to take a great deal on faith, from a man offering to betray and kill his business partner."
"You hold my purse as surely as your desk held my hand. All the coin I have in Tal Verrar, I keep here within your Sinspire. You may look for my name at any counting house in the city, and you will not find it. I give you that leverage over me, willingly"
"A man with a grudge, a genuine grudge, might piss on all the white iron in the world for one chance at his real target, Master Kosta. I have been that target too many times to forget this."
"I am not crass," said Locke, taking back one of his decks of cards from Requin's desktop. He shuffled it a few times without looking at it. "Jerome insulted me without good cause. Pay me well and treat me well, and I will never give you any reason for displeasure."
Locke whisked the top card off his deck, flipped it and set it down face-up beside the remnants of Requin's dinner. It was the Master of Spires.
"I deliberately choose to throw in with you, if you'll have me. Place a bet, Master Requin. The odds are favourable."
Requin pulled his optics out of his coat pocket and slipped them back on. He brooded over the card; nothing was said by anyone for some time. Locke sipped quietly from his glass of wine, which had turned pale blue and now tasted of juniper.
"Why," said Requin at last, "all other considerations aside, should I allow you to violate the cardinal rule of my "Spire on your own initiative and suffer nothing in exchange?"
"Only because I imagine that cheaters are ordinarily discovered by your attendants while other guests are watching," said Locke, attempting to sound as sincere and contrite as possible. "Nobody knows about my confession, outside this office. Selendri didn't even tell your attendants why they were hauling me up here."
Requin sighed, then drew a gold solari from within his coat and set it down atop Locke's Master of Spires.
"I shall hold fast with a small wager for now," said Requin. "Do anything unusual or alarming and you will not survive long enough to reconsider. At the slightest hint that anything you" ve told me has been a lie, I will have molten glass poured down your throat." "Uh… that seems fair." "How much money do you currently have on the ledger here?" "Just over three thousand solari."
"Two thousand of that is no longer yours. It will remain on the ledger so Master de Ferra doesn't get suspicious, but I'm going to issue instructions that it is not to be released to you. Consider it a reminder that my rules are not to be broken on anyone's recognition but my own." "Ouch. I suppose I should be grateful. I mean, I am. Thank you." "You walk on eggshells with me, Master Kosta. Step delicately" "Then I may go? And I may think of myself as in your service?"