Cruel Zinc Melodies (12 page)

Scithe turned me over to a Linton Suggs. Suggs is a dangerous little man. He could be standing right next to you and you’d never notice. He looks like nobody’s idea of a tin whistle. He has a shock of wild hair mostly gone gray, watery gray eyes, a big red nose and sagging jowls. He’d attract attention nowhere but in a girls? public bath. He accepted my handshake politely. “Glad you could make it. Follow me,” in a tone that belied his words.

He didn’t care that I’d shown up, one way or another. I was a body in need of moving from hither to yon.

Following, I noted that Suggs was even shorter than he’d seemed when facing me. And heavier around the hips.

Short is common on Deal Relway’s side of the law-and-order industry.

Partly, that’s because people aren’t as wary of short.

Suggs walked me a long, long way, up and down, right and left, through numerous cell blocks. There wasn’t much room at the inn. I was supposed to be intimidated. And too confused to find my way to the Director’s hideout on my own.

Scithe might be right about Relway turning into a recluse.

Suggs handed me off to an anonymous little man he didn’t introduce. This one had less hair, slimmer hips, and wasn’t interested in small talk. He didn’t bother with the maze. We passed through only one cell block. I saw faces I recognized. They belonged to men who had been overly passionate in denouncing the selfless labors of the new police forces. Or overly loud as racialist enthusiasts.

Anonymous Small Man planted me on a hard wooden chair inside what used to be a cell. He had no reason to suspect it, but I knew where I was. I’d been there before. One weak clay lamp beat back the gloom. There was nothing to do but sit. Unless I was in a mood to practice my soft-shoe routine. He told me, “Wait here.”

This was supposed to give me time to start sweating. My dance routine had all the polish it needed. And I hadn’t forgotten other skills, picked up during wartime.

I went to sleep.

The small man poked me. He was upset. He’d gone to a lot of trouble to make me uncomfortable.

And I was. I was thoroughly miserable just being there with him. But he didn’t need to know. I asked, “You done fiddle-farting around?”

“The Director will see you now.”

“Oh, goodie! This will be the high point of my young life. Better than shaking hands with the Crown Prince when he welcomed my company back from the Cantard.”

He did not fail to take note of my sarcasm.

A big black checkmark was about to go into a ledger with my name on it.

Relway was two cells away from where I’d waited. He had removed the bars between two cells. The larger space was his living and work space.

Guys who don’t need more than that scare me more than do the totally corrupt.

I’d visited him here before. I didn’t remind him. Nor did I criticize the gamesmanship. This was like a visit to a physician. I’d do what it took to get it over with fast.

The Director felt no need to put his stamp on the space. It was no more colorful than it had been as a cage for bad people. An unmade cot, rather than a reed mat on a cold stone floor, was his concession to luxury. Dirty or discarded clothing lay in one corner.

Relway was absolutely profligate with the lighting. He had four lamps burning.

Deal Relway is a small man of mixed ancestry, ugly as original sin. Rumor says a dwarf might have swung through his family tree a couple of generations back. He started out as a volunteer informant and vigilante helping track and control the virulent human rights movement. Superiors liked his dedication. Especially Colonel Block, who gave the little man a job as soon as he was able to hire people. Now he’s the number-two man.

“Still working the smart-ass angle, eh?” Relway asked. He had one of our writing sticks clutched in his crabbed little fingers. He used that to point, indicating a chair. This one had a thin pad, thus pretending to be more comfortable than the one down the corridor.

I planted myself. “A man does what a man needs to do.”

He cut slack. “I understand.”

I became doubly paranoid. Slack he offered was sure to get tossed over a handy tree branch. Better keep an eye out for the hangman’s knot.

Relway grinned. He could guess my thoughts. He said, “I asked the boys to bring you by because I want to consult you. Professionally.”

My eyes must have bugged.

“Really.” He grinned again. His teeth were not attractive. “There’s something afoot. You seem to have dipped your toe in it already. The reports say you’ve been reasonably cooperative for the last year or so.”

“Couldn’t tell that by the way your troops talk.”

Yet another snaggled-tooth grin. “They have a manual to follow. How to deal with guys like you. And you don’t make it easy for them to give you a break. You just keep on trying to poke them in the eye with a stick.”

I didn’t see it that way. But I’d heard something similar so often that it might be worth some thought. “I have challenged social skills.”

“Don’t we all? Some folks take the trouble to learn to fake it, though. But none of that is why I want to see you. Tell me about what you’re involved in now.”

I’d thought it out. There was no need to hold much back. He’d know most of it, anyway. I started at the beginning and told it to date, editing only enough to cover John Stretch and Kip Prose.

“No significant deviation from what’s been reported. How do the ratmen manage those rats?”

“I don’t think they do. They just trap them and let them get hungry. They took them to the World and turned them loose. I could be wrong, though. I just have business arrangements with them, not a social relationship. My sidekick is as baffled as I am.”

“The Dead Man can’t read them?”

“He can. But all he gets is confused. That’s not unusual, though. It’s way less easy for him to read somebody than he pretends,” I lied.

“Interesting. I suppose you haven’t heard. There’s been a development.”

“Um?”

“Big bugs. All over, down there. In the Tenderloin, especially. Not a real problem, the way I see. People are having a good time trying to catch them. And the weather ought to finish any of them that get away.”

“Um?” A leading question, this time.

“The numbers are surprising, considering how many rats you used. But your real problem may come up on the dark side of the legal divide.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning the bug problem has scared off folks who like to off-load their excess cash in the Tenderloin. Business was way down last night.”

I shrugged. He needed to take that up with somebody who cared. Though I amused myself with thoughts of the local underbosses putting the button on giant bugs.

“We’ve had a discreet inquiry from the Hill. As to why a certain freelance agent was seen in a certain location before a certain blowup. There was an implication that stolen sorcery may have been involved. And, possibly, some illegal research. You know anything about that?”

I knew that about the only person likely to have mentioned me to a denizen of the Hill would be the mysterious Lurking Felhske. I showed the Director my famous eyebrow trick. “Illegal? How? Those people decide what’s legal.”

“Exactly. If they agree something is too dangerous, anybody who goes ahead is making a rogue play. Then the rest come down like the proverbial ton. Wearing their hobnail boots.”

“You don’t sound distressed by the possibility.”

“It’s attractive on an intellectual level. Practically, I have to consider potential collateral damage. But that doesn’t matter now. I’m just interested in hearing more from someone who was there.”

And if I swallowed that whole he’d be around later with a bargain offer on a gold mine in a swamp somewhere.

He flashed his dirty teeth. “How about the spooks?”

“What spooks?”

“I hear part of your job is to work on some ghosts that are bothering the builders.”

“I didn’t see any. I didn’t find anybody who admitted seeing any. I’m beginning to think somebody just heard the big bugs scratching around in the walls.”

“That could be.” He did not sound convinced.

He knew something I didn’t.

It would be a waste of time to press.

Instead, I asked, “There some special reason you’re interested in a construction project?”

“Only because illegal behaviors are going on around there. Those kid gangsters. Not going to be a problem anymore. No more theft or vandalism.”

He did not explain. They must have connected that rusty knife to Handsome. I didn’t want to know what next. It was sure to be harsh.

He did say, “I’m interested mostly because of a sudden interest on the Hill in what’s happening in that neighborhood. Particularly because somebody wants to go low profile. When Block can’t...” He stopped. It was against his religion to volunteer anything.

The problem would be Kip’s friends. Some had to be from the high Hill country. Doing what kids do. Helping themselves to their parents? stuff when the old folks weren’t watching. I did it with Mom’s brandy. And got caught every time. Hard to cover up when you pass out with the bottle in your lap.

“Any names I know trying for the down low?”

Snaggled teeth again. I wouldn’t get Deal Relway that easy.

“And you get all over me for holding back, even when I don’t.”

“And if you’re not, even this time, I’m the world’s first nine-foot-tall dwarf.”

I zagged when I hoped he expected a zig. “What can you tell me about somebody they call Lurking Felhske?”

He started, then faded into neutral mode. Turning off anything that might be a tell. “Felhske?”

“Lurking Felhske. Actual first name possibly Tribune.”

“Why? What do you know about Felhske?”

“Interesting. There something special about him?”

“What do you know about him?”

“What do you know?”

“I know you’re sitting in my cell way down here in the heart of the Al-Khar. And it’s a long way to the front door. What do you know about Lurking Felhske?”

He’d gone from friendly to neutral to hard-ass in seconds. “There was somebody watching us over at the World. Saucerhead Tharpe said he thought it might be somebody called Lurking Felhske.”

“Tharpe knows Felhske?”

“No. Knew of him. I never heard of him before.”

“Tell it.”

I did so.

“Run that description again.”

I did that.

“I might want to borrow your tracker.”

“Excuse me?” I hadn’t mentioned Singe getting a sniff of Felhske.

“We have a strong interest in arranging a direct interview with the Felhske person.” Naturally, he didn’t explain why. “You’ve given me more than I’ve been able to put together before.”

“I can’t tell Singe to do it. She probably would, though, in the interest of good relations. And making a little money. But you’d have to give her something to start with.”

“Um?” He figured I was handing him a ration.

“She’s the best damned tracker in town but you can’t just tell her to go find somebody. She’s got to have a place to start, the right scent, reasonable weather, and has to get started pretty soon after the subject leaves the starting point. This burg has got a lot of stinks.”

“And stinkers.”

“Of which I’m one?”

“If the shoe fits. Listen. I? m
very
interested in having a conversation with Mr. Felhske. Who sounds like an orangutan in clothing. I’d be appreciative of anyone who made that conversation possible.”

“Drop by the house, talk to Singe. She’s always looking for ways to ingratiate herself.”

The Director’s tiny smile told me I’d find myself running between the flop drops of a swarm of flying pigs before he visited my house again.

He was one of those paranoids who was dead on the mark when he thought somebody was out to get him.

Old Bones would love to prowl the labyrinth of his lethal little mind.

He muttered, “This might change things. I need to... I appreciate you coming in, Garrett. I may want to see you again. Hell, it’s a lead pipe cinch you'll make me want to see you again.”

There were questions I wanted to ask. I got no chance. This wasn’t about me and my wants. He yelled. A little man with some gnome in him materialized. “Cut him loose.”

“Sir?” Spoken to me. “If you'll come with me?”

I’d been dismissed. I’d need to throw firebombs to get Relway’s attention again. “Lead on, Studly.”

No point telling them I could find my way out. I might want to surprise them someday.

28

It was only afternoon but it had gotten dark. Snow fell in big, soggy chunks that could knock you down if you weren’t careful. I’d need to beware ambushes. It was great snowball snow. Every kid in TunFaire would be balling up and waiting for victims.

Ten steps from the Al-Khar doorway one wide load of a human slid into my path. I was about to break out my head thumper when I recognized him. “What’s up, Sarge?”

“Morley was worried about you. Sent me ta fine out what the laws was doin’ wit’ you. Good timin’, you. I jist got here. Now I don’t got ta freeze my ass off all day.”

That would take a long arctic winter. Which observation I reserved. “Yeah? How’d he know they picked me up?”

“Dat frail a’ yours. Sent somebody over. On account of she was worried about you.” He shook his head in disbelief. “I don’get dat. Somebody like you wit’her.”

“Makes me wonder, too, Sarge. But I don’t look too close at its teeth.”

“I don’t get it.” When there were treasures like him to be had.

“The gods work in mysterious ways, I reckon. Tell Morley they turned me loose. Give him all my love for caring.”

“Maybe you might oughta go tank him your own self, slick.”

Maybe. Hell, why not? My day was shot. Too much time inside the second most terrible Crown structure in TunFaire. And The Palms was closer than home. Meaning a chance to get warm again that much sooner.

“Why not?” I told Sarge. “I don’t even remember what I’m supposed to be doing.”

“Dey can do dat ta you, dem guys in dere.”

“You know about that?”

“Been dere, ace. Every mont’ or so, dey pull me in. Dey git somebody from da crew most ever week.”