myself. I would hear every possible bad joke from people determined to undermine my dignity. Towel boy would be the most generous accusation I’d hear.
20
The pass proved unnecessary. Several tin whistle sergeants remembered me and had been tipped that I had semiofficial standing. This one time only, my presence within sight of a crime scene was to be tolerated.
Barry Berry was a humorless man but a good guy. He attached himself to me like that was his special assignment. He took me on a tour. “Everything is right where it fell. The Director and General Block want to see it all for themselves before we start the cleanup.”
There would be some of that to do. The neighborhood had been blessed with five corpses. Two had been Civil Guards. Another had been one of Belinda’s men. The remainder were unknowns presumed to have been companions of the perpetrator. They wore tattered gray wool. They had wooden helmets encasing their heads.
I observed, “Somebody believes in living on the edge.”
“The prevailing theory is that it’s somebody who can’t make the connection between actions and consequences. We got a sicko out there, Garrett. A huge sicko.”
A race was on, now, between the Outfit and the Guard. Honors to the winner would be first chance to have a long, painful sit-down with whoever was behind these deaths.
The mystery men in gray had fallen in the street on a line from under Morley’s window to the place where Belinda’s watcher had perished earlier. The force of the bang had hit them from behind, hurling them a dozen yards across cobblestones. A blood trail said one crawled twenty feet before expiring. The broken remains of a cart and roasted carcasses of two goats marked the beginning of his brief trek. Against the brick wall, below the window, lay a chunk of something that put me in mind of squid. There were no tentacles or anything, it was just that the skin on the uncooked side had a texture that stirred the squid notion.
Berry said, “Most of the guys were reminded of snails. I guess because of the crust on the brick.”
“No shell.”
“No tentacles, either.”
“That’s true. Do we know what happened?”
“We know exactly what happened, minute by minute.”
“Give me the highlights. If you would be so kind.”
“The goat cart showed up just like it did before. Like whoever was bringing it had no idea that we might be watching.”
“But with two thugs along.”
“Stupid. Totally overconfident stupid. Miss Contague had a friend off the Hill tucked in to watch, same place as the guy who got waxed. He used a stealth spell that wasn’t completely effective. The villain didn’t notice him right off. When he did the Hill guy unleashed the lightning.”
“And that caused all this?”
“It did. Miss Contague used somebody from the first string.”
“Where’s the villain?”
“Got away. Come over here.” Berry led me past the wreck of the cart to a patch of what looked like candle black fifteen feet across. At its center was a circle of perfectly pristine cobblestones a yard across. The black around the circle was an eighth of an inch thick. Small footprints left, passed all the casualties, and headed toward downtown. “There was a running fight. That’s when we lost our guys. And the Outfit soldier.”
“No wounded. Just dead.”
“Yep.”
“And the sorcerer?”
“The one who made the bang? Too old and fat to keep up.”
Surrounding buildings were too tall for me to see far but I thought the villain’s line of flight might parallel a crow’s toward the Hill. I didn’t mention that. I didn’t need to. That angle would be getting a hard look already, not just by the red tops and Outfit but by key people on the Hill. They don’t like rogue behavior likely to attract more animus than they already enjoy.
“This is a puzzlement, Sergeant.”
“It is indeed. Dotes said anything yet?”
Ha. Here was why I had my very own red top tour guide. “Not yet. Believe
20
The pass proved unnecessary. Several tin whistle sergeants remembered me and had been tipped that I had semiofficial standing. This one time only, my presence within sight of a crime scene was to be tolerated.
Barry Berry was a humorless man but a good guy. He attached himself to me like that was his special assignment. He took me on a tour. “Everything is right where it fell. The Director and General Block want to see it all for themselves before we start the cleanup.”
There would be some of that to do. The neighborhood had been blessed with five corpses. Two had been Civil Guards. Another had been one of Belinda’s men. The remainder were unknowns presumed to have been companions of the perpetrator. They wore tattered gray wool. They had wooden helmets encasing their heads.
I observed, “Somebody believes in living on the edge.”
“The prevailing theory is that it’s somebody who can’t make the connection between actions and consequences. We got a sicko out there, Garrett. A huge sicko.”
A race was on, now, between the Outfit and the Guard. Honors to the winner would be first chance to have a long, painful sit-down with whoever was behind these deaths.
The mystery men in gray had fallen in the street on a line from under Morley’s window to the place where Belinda’s watcher had perished earlier. The force of the bang had hit them from behind, hurling them a dozen yards across cobblestones. A blood trail said one crawled twenty feet before expiring. The broken remains of a cart and roasted carcasses of two goats marked the beginning of his brief trek. Against the brick wall, below the window, lay a chunk of something that put me in mind of squid. There were no tentacles or anything, it was just that the skin on the uncooked side had a texture that stirred the squid notion.
Berry said, “Most of the guys were reminded of snails. I guess because of the crust on the brick.”
“No shell.”
“No tentacles, either.”
“That’s true. Do we know what happened?”
“We know exactly what happened, minute by minute.”
“Give me the highlights. If you would be so kind.”
“The goat cart showed up just like it did before. Like whoever was bringing it had no idea that we might be watching.”
“But with two thugs along.”
“Stupid. Totally overconfident stupid. Miss Contague had a friend off the Hill tucked in to watch, same place as the guy who got waxed. He used a stealth spell that wasn’t completely effective. The villain didn’t notice him right off. When he did the Hill guy unleashed the lightning.”
“And that caused all this?”
“It did. Miss Contague used somebody from the first string.”
“Where’s the villain?”
“Got away. Come over here.” Berry led me past the wreck of the cart to a patch of what looked like candle black fifteen feet across. At its center was a circle of perfectly pristine cobblestones a yard across. The black around the circle was an eighth of an inch thick. Small footprints left, passed all the casualties, and headed toward downtown. “There was a running fight. That’s when we lost our guys. And the Outfit soldier.”
“No wounded. Just dead.”
“Yep.”
“And the sorcerer?”
“The one who made the bang? Too old and fat to keep up.”
Surrounding buildings were too tall for me to see far but I thought the villain’s line of flight might parallel a crow’s toward the Hill. I didn’t mention that. I didn’t need to. That angle would be getting a hard look already, not just by the red tops and Outfit but by key people on the Hill. They don’t like rogue behavior likely to attract more animus than they already enjoy.
“This is a puzzlement, Sergeant.”
“It is indeed. Dotes said anything yet?”
Ha. Here was why I had my very own red top tour guide. “Not yet. Believe
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