I walked up into Pioneer Square and found Quinton and Ben standing by the Chief Sealth bust, talking to Fish. I joined the cabal.
“What are you doing out here?” I asked.
“Grandma Ella called. Which she doesn’t do. So when she said I should come down here and find you, I figured I’d better… come looking for zeqwas.” He blushed and the blanket of color around him flashed in swirls of yellow and green—nerves and uncertainty. “I was thinking… I know… it’s crazy, but… there’s some power in belief and if… someone thinks there might be a monster after them, maybe, in a way, there is. Maybe… maybe there are things I could do to help you. With my people down here. I’m a bad Indian but I speak Lushootseed, at least.”
I nodded, not sure what to say.
“Fish has been talking to Grandpa Dan and some of the other Native Americans down here,” Quinton said. “They don’t think we’re crazy.”
“Grandpa Dan said it was their duty to be attentive—whatever that means,” Fish added. “And that we’d be granted the aid of the spirits to stop the killing.”
“Someone besides us thinks Sistu is eating people?” I asked.
Quinton replied, “They’re not sure of that specifically yet, but they do think there’s something magical going on—they’re getting superstitious and scared.”
“They’re not all scared,” Fish corrected. “Some are mad. They don’t want a monster on the loose. It’s a bad sign. They want it to go away. They”—he looked a little embarrassed again—“they said they’ll help when the time comes. I don’t know what they think they can do…”
“Did any of them have a crow with them?” I asked.
Fish gave a nervous laugh. “There are crows all over around here, with all the garbage from the restaurants. Of course there were crows.” The apple green color of his aura got brighter as he got more nervous. I’d have bet money there had been crows—and ravens, too—in the thick of that discussion, listening in like crafty old women and carrying off their information afterward. It appeared that Quinton and I were no longer the only people taking this seriously. I also wondered how a single phone call from Ella Graham had convinced him we weren’t nuts and wound his nerves so tightly—he’d been on the verge of rejecting the whole thing by the time we’d dropped him off Monday night.
I smiled at him. “I’m glad you came. Let’s go find a monster.”
Ben and Fish stood watch while Quinton and I popped in and out of the underground, looking for any sign of Sisiutl. We had no luck. Even in the monster’s lair, there was nothing, though there was some sign there might be more zombies somewhere around. Recent casts of the Grey zombie nets and a hand that was still fresh enough to ooze blood made me fear someone else was missing and unable to give up the ghost properly. We came back up into the alley knowing time was against us; Sisiutl was moving.
“It doesn’t look like it’s abandoned its den,” I said as we rejoined Ben and Fish, “but where does something like that hide in broad daylight? Where is it now?”
“I don’t know,” Quinton replied. “Just guessing, I’d say it’s sticking close to its master, so we need to find him.”
“Who, what?” Fish asked, looking from one to the other of us.
“Its not down there. We think it’s on the move,” I explained. “It’s been cagey so far, so if its moving, its either following its master, or following his orders.”
“Master? I’m confused. Qamaits is Sistu’s mistress,” Fish said.
“I should say we need to find whoever currently has Sistu on loan from Qamaits. We think someone did her a favor and she lent them the monster’s aid in hunting—like Grandma Ella said. But so far, I haven’t seen any of our likely choices for the role.”
“That’s kind of unusual,” Quinton added. “Most of these guys usually hang out right around here or over in Oxy Park.”
We all walked down to Occidental Park. Under the glass picnic house, enjoying the beam of the sun through the panes in the comparative heat of 34 degrees—the warmest day since the storm—we found Zip and Sandy still standing watch over Tall Grass, who was babbling and looking sick by turns.
“Hey,” Quinton greeted them. “Have you guys been here all night?”
“Of course not,” said Sandy. “Grass didn’t want to sleep inside, so we took turns.”
Fish muttered something in Lushootseed and Grass jerked his attention to him, letting out a torrent of the language too fast for my uneducated ears to make out as anything but shushes and trills. Fish was taken aback and stared at the older man, crouching down beside him to talk.
We all watched a moment as the two Indians conversed in rapid harmonies of speech.
“I wonder if he knows where it went,” Ben said. “That’s a pretty intense conversation.”
“Where what went?” Sandy asked.
“Um… Tanker. Or Lass,” I supplied, speaking the first names on my tongue, pretty sure I didn’t want to ask Sandy if she’d seen any snake monsters with her zombies.
“Lass took off,” Zip said. “Tanker, too.”
“Took off for where?” Quinton demanded.
“I dunno. I in’t Lass’s buddy; dun’t go drinkin wid im much. Not like Tandy.”
“Hey… Do you know if Lass was with Tandy the night Tandy disappeared? Thanksgiving I guess it was,” Quinton asked, forcing himself to lower his intensity, which roared around his head in tangerine spikes.
“Sure was. Hit me up for smokes—traded me a swig on t’J.D. Dunno where they got it…”
Ben and I didn’t know which conversation to watch.
“Did you see them later that night?” Quinton asked.
“Nah. They dun’t come by me. I was down to the Union fer some turkey afore, but Is long gone to bed whenever t’ey finished off that bottle.”
Quinton shot me a glance. Then he turned back to Zip. “And you don’t know where Lass is now?”
“No, I dun’t! I said so, din’t I?”
“He said he was going to the Showboat,” Sandy said. “I don’t know why he’d say that, though. They tore it down in ‘94. But Tanker was taking Bella to the U, so maybe Lass was following them. I can’t say I like Lass’s behavior lately. He’s obsessed with that dog!”
“Showboat?” I wasn’t as familiar with the campus as I was with Pioneer Square and some of the neighborhoods.
“Showboat Theater. On Showboat Beach on the south end of the campus,” Sandy explained. “It burned in the eighties and they left it for years because of the asbestos. They finally tore it down in 1994.”
“Why would Tanker go to a torn-down theater?”
“He didn’t go there,” Fish said, looking up from his conversation with Tall Grass. “He went to the University dock. Grass says Tanker was going to try to get a job on the research vessel’s dock crew. He says Lass and… Sistu followed him. Grass’s pretty freaked out. He says he saw it following Lass like a dog…”
“Shadow of a dog,” Grass corrected. Then he hid his face in his hands and started shaking.
“Oh, shit,” Quinton muttered. “It’s Lass.”
CHAPTER 17
We bundled into the Rover and went after Lass. The three of us who’d seen the bodies had no desire to see another. Ben caught our fear and started blurting nervous questions. I just concentrated on getting us there as fast as possible in the fog that was boiling up from the icy water of the lakes and canal, muttering pleas to whatever gods might bother to listen that we not find another body.
“What’s going on?” Ben demanded. “Who are we chasing?” “Lassiter,” I replied, making the connections. “He’s one of the homeless guys and the monster is trailing him around like a faithful hound. He also sent Quinton and me to Sistu’s lair last night, and neither of us—who spend a ton of time around the Square and thought we knew every inch of it—knew about the back door to the comfort station,” I started, reconstructing my thoughts out loud. “What comfort station?” “The one under Pioneer Square.” I turned a glance at Quinton.
“That’s what the revenant on the tour meant—a place with no comfort, between the tides. What are the chances that Lass, who came to you worried about monsters following him in the underground, would know a bolt-hole you didn’t know about? The hole was camouflaged and there was no evidence anyone had ever used that bit of the underground as a flop. And if Lass—the paranoid—knew about such a snug little hole, why would he be sleeping in the bricks and risking the wrath of Tanker and Bella—whom he is now chasing?”