I glanced around a minute later. Maya wasn"t with me anymore.

I suffered a twinge of self-disgust. I hadn"t needed to stomp all over her. She"d had enough of that from the rest of the world.

20.

I slept past noon. When I stumbled into the kitchen I found Jill Craight with Dean, the two of them chattering like old girlfriends who"d been out of touch for years. Jill asked brightly, "What did you find out last night?"

Dean looked expectant. I hadn"t told him anything when he"d let me in. I"d growled and snorted and stamped hooves some and gone to bed. Anything he knew he"d gotten from Jill.

"A whole bunch of nothing," I grumbled. I plopped into a chair. It barked back at me. "That d.a.m.ned Pokey put up too d.a.m.ned good a fight. Both guys that got out croaked before they got wherever they were headed."

Dean filled my teacup. "Mr. Garrett is a little ragged before he"s had breakfast."

I folded my lips back in a snarl.

"Don"t work so hard at it, Garrett," Jill said. "I know you"re a wolf."

"Ouch."

She laughed. That surprised me. Snow queens can"t have a sense of humor. That"s in the rule book somewhere.

She said, "So they"re all dead. That mean it"s over?"

"No. They didn"t find what they were after. But you deal with that however you want. It"s your problem."

Dean brought me a platter piled with rewarmed biscuits, a pot of honey, b.u.t.ter, apple juice, and more tea. Just a morning snack for the boss. But the boss"s houseguest had eaten better than the king had this morning.

Jill looked at me. "You said Pokey did too well. Who is Pokey?"

I had stepped right in that time. I would have to be more careful not to put that foot in my mouth. "Pokey Pigotta. The skinny dead man in your apartment. He was in the same business as me, more or less. You paid him, he found things out, took care of things for you. He was the best at what he did, but his luck ran out."

"You knew him?"

"There aren"t a lot of us in this racket. We know each other."

Dean looked at me weird. He didn"t give me away.

She thought a bit. "You couldn"t guess who might have sent him, could you?"

I did have a notion and planned to check it out. "No."

"Looks like I"ll have to try to hire you again. I can"t live like this."

"You ever tried running through the woods in the dark?"

"No. Why?"

"You do, you keep smashing your face against things you can"t see. Running in the dark can shorten your life. I don"t run in the dark."

She got the message. There was no way I"d work for her if she wouldn"t tell me what was going on. "I have a prior commitment, anyway."

"What"s that?"

"Somebody tried to kill me. I want to find out who."

She didn"t try to con me out of that.

I told her, "Get Saucerhead Tharpe. He"s no investigative genius but he"ll keep you safe. You thought about what might"ve happened if you"d been home when those guys dropped in?"

I could see that she had. She was worried.

"Get a hold of Saucerhead." I got up. I told her how to find Tharpe. "Dean, on the off chance Maya turns up, tell her I apologize for running my mouth. For a minute I forgot she wasn"t a civilian."

Dean"s face pruned up and I knew he was going to say something I didn"t want to hear. "Mr. Garrett?" There it was. Hard proof. Bad news, bad news. "Miss Tate was here this morning."

"Yes?"

He wilted. "I...Uh..."

"What did she say?"

"Well, I...Uh...Actually, Jill...Miss Craight answered the door. Miss Tate left before I could explain."

That was my gal Tinnie. She kept her gorgeous figure through vigorous exercise jumping to conclusions.

"Thanks." I wasted a raised eyebrow on him. "I"m going out." I did. I stood on the front stoop and wondered what else could go wrong.

I figured I had two choices. I could go to the Royal a.s.say Office to check the provenance of the temple coinage or I could go to the Dream Quarter after Magister Peridont and the answer to a question that had nagged me since I"d found Pokey.

Or I could find Tinnie. But right now hunting thunder lizards held more appeal.

The a.s.say Office seemed of more immediate interest, yet...I took out the coin I"d swiped from Jill"s drawer. I flipped it. Well. The Grand Inquisitor it was.

I started walking. Though I shuffled along and might have looked preoccupied, I was reasonably alert. I noticed, for example, that the sky was overcast and a chill breeze was as busy as a litter of kittens tumbling leaves and trash. There wasn"t much else to notice as far as I could see.

21.

Chattaree, the Church"s citadel-c.u.m-cathedral, sits at the hub of the Dream Quarter. I looked it over from across the avenue. How many millions of marks did it take to erect that limestone monstrosity? How many more to keep it up?

In a city where you see uglies as a matter of course, artisans had had to stretch to make Chattaree hideous. Ten thousand fabulous beasties snarl and roar from the cathedral"s exterior-supposedly to keep Sin at bay. The Church has that neatly personified in a platoon of nasty minor demons. Maybe the uglies work. They gave me the creeps as I started across to the cathedral steps.

There are forty of those. Each has a name and they surround the cathedral completely. It looks like somebody started to build a pyramid and suffered a change of heart a third of the way through the project. The cathedral itself starts thirty feet above street level, all soaring spires covered with curlicues and ugly boys. The steps are uneven in width and height to make running difficult for unfriendly people in a hurry to drop in. There was a time when rivalries between sects were less restrained.

The dungeons where Magister Peridont reputedly had his fun were supposed to exist as catacombs worm holed into the foundations beneath the steps.

Halfway up I met an old priest. He smiled and nodded benevolently, one of those guys who are what priests are supposed to be, and as a consequence, remain at the foot of the episcopal ladder throughout their lives.

"Excuse me, Father," I said. "Can you tell me how to find Magister Peridont?"

He seemed disappointed. He studied me and saw I wasn"t one of the faithful. That left him perplexed. "Are you sure, my son?"

"I"m sure. He invited me over, but I"ve never been here before. I don"t know my way around."

He looked at me funny again. I guess people don"t come prancing in looking for Malevechea every day. He gave me a lot of near-gibberish Church cant. Boiled down, it told me I should ask the guy on guard duty inside the cathedral door.

"Thanks, Father."

"For nothing, my son. Have a pleasant day."

I clambered to door level and surveyed the Dream Quarter. The Church"s nearest neighbor was also its most bitter compet.i.tor. The sprawling grounds of the Orthodox basilica and bastion began a hundred yards to the west. Its domes and towers looked somber behind surrounding trees. People came and went at the minority temple but nothing moved over there. It was as silent as a place under siege. I guess the scandals were bad for business.

I stepped in out of the gloom, found the guard and woke him up. He didn"t like that. He liked it even less when I told him what I wanted.

"What do you want him for?"

"About twenty minutes."

He didn"t get it, which was why he had a guard"s job. He wasn"t smart enough for anything else. He wasn"t your everyday parish priest. He was a no-neck kind of guy who probably should have been a wrestler. His frown threatened to fold a mountain range in the center of his forehead. He deduced that I was poking fun and didn"t like it.

I told him, "Me and the Magister are old war buddies. Tell him Garrett is here."

A second mountain range rose atop the first. An old buddy of Malevechea? He knew he"d better be careful until he got the go-ahead to stomp me. "I"ll tell him you"re here. You keep an eye out. Don"t let n.o.body carry nothing off." He looked at me like he wondered if maybe I might plunder the altars.

It was not a bad idea if you could get away with it. You"d need a train of wagons to haul the goodies away.

He was gone a while. I hung around beaming at pa.s.sersby. The regulars did a double take and frowned, but went about their business when I told them, "New on the job. Don"t mind me." A dumb smiled helped.

The guard came back looking perplexed. His world was tilting. He"d expected Peridont to tell him to bounce me down all forty steps. "You"re supposed to come with me."

I followed him, surprised that it had been so simple. I trod warily. When it"s easy you don"t go barefoot because there"s always a snake in the gra.s.s.

I didn"t see any prisoners. I didn"t hear any wails of despair. But the ways we followed were narrow and dark and damp and rat-haunted and sure would have made nice dungeons. h.e.l.l, I was disappointed.

No-Neck brought me to a cadaverous, bald, hook-nosed character about fifty years old. "This is the guy. Garrett."

Hawk nose gave me the fish eye. "Very well. I"ll take charge. Return to your post." His voice was a heavy, breathy rasp, like somebody had smashed his voice box for him. It"s hard to describe how creepy it was, but it gave me the feeling he was the guy who had all the fun tightening the thumbscrews.

He gave me the evil eye. "Why do you want to see the Magister?"

"Why do you want to know?"

That caught him off balance, like what I wanted really wasn"t any of his business.

He looked away, got himself under control, grabbed papers off his escritoire. "Come with me, please."

He led me through a maze of pa.s.sages. I tried to picture him as the guy who"d run over me and Maya last night. He had no hair and a weird nose but was about a foot too tall. He tapped on a door. "Sampson, Magister. I"ve brought the man Garrett."

"Show him in."

He did. Behind the door lay a chamber twenty feet by twenty and cheerful for a place that was buried. Magister Peridont didn"t have ascetic tastes, either. "Doing all right for yourself, I see."

Hawk nose pursed his lips, handed over his papers, bowed toward Peridont, and hurried out, closing up behind me.

I waited. Peridont didn"t say anything. I told him, "That Sampson is a creep."

Peridont put the papers on a table twelve feet long and four wide. They vanished in the litter already there. "Sampson has social disabilities. But he makes up for that. So. You"ve reconsidered?"

"Possibly. I"ll need some information before I make up my mind. It may have become personal."

That puzzled him. He studied me. I was doing a boggle on everybody today. It"s all in knowing how, I guess. "Let"s have the questions, then. I want you on the team."

I never trust guys who want to be my pal. They always want something I don"t want to give.

I showed him the coins. "You recognize these?"

He placed the card on his table, put on bifocals as he sat down. He stared for half a minute and took his cheaters off. "No, I don"t. Sorry. Do these have a bearing on our business?"

"Not that I know of. I thought you might know who put them out. They"re temple coinage."

"Sorry. That"s strange, isn"t it? I should." He perched those bifocals on the tip of his nose and eyed the coins again. He handed me the card. "Curious."

I"d tried. "More to the point. Did you hire somebody else when I turned you down?"

He poked at that question before he admitted he had.

"It wouldn"t have been Pokey Pigotta, would it? Wesley Pigotta?"

He wouldn"t answer that one.

"It"s a small field. I know everybody. They know me. Pokey would have suited your requirements. And he took on a new client right after I turned you down."

"Is this important?"

"If you did hire Pokey, you"re short a hired hand. He got himself killed last night."

His start and pallor answered my question.