7
There was no sign of Katie when we stepped out the front door, me freshly bathed and cleanly dressed in hand-me-down apparel that approached the respectable. My sweetie had an hour head start now. And would be boiling like an overheated teapot.
Katie was going to require some cautious cooling down. I definitely didn’t want her getting too cold.
I did spot Dean. Headed home. Where the hell had he been? He wasn’t carrying anything.
He dropped a coin—a coin that belonged to me because he’d never give away a chipped copper of his own—onto the tattered blanket of a streetside fortune-teller. That caught her completely by surprise. Nevertheless, she gave him a toothless blessing.
There was an idea. I ought to hang out a shingle proclaiming myself a great psychic. Old Bones could rummage around inside their heads and feed me the items I would use to impress them enough to make them turn loose of their money.
An open mouth precludes open ears.
“What the hell does that mean?” I hadn’t said anything. “I hate it when you talk that ancient wisdom stuff. The butterfly is silent when the eagle walks upon the sand.”
I patted myself down. I was equipped with an arsenal of—mostly—nonlethal tools of mayhem. “Lead on, Play.”
Playmate descended the steps and turned left. I followed, keeping Kip between us.
Dean met us at the foot of the steps. “Where you been?” I asked.
“Running a couple of errands.”
“Ah.” I said no more. No point letting him know he gave himself away whenever he was sneaking around doing something on the Dead Man’s orders. “Let us continue, friend Playmate.” I studied the street as we resumed moving. I saw nothing out of place.
Macunado Street is a busy thoroughfare, day or night. A ferocious downpour or bitter winter weather are about all that will clear it. The street was particularly busy today. But it was conventionally busy. Not one known villain, nor a potential riot, was anywhere in sight.
“Who was that?” Playmate asked after I waved to a neighbor.
“Mrs. Cardonlos. The police spy. Sometimes tormenting her is the only fun to be had.”
“There’re occasions when I despair of you, Garrett. There’re times when you appear to be your own worst enemy. Why on earth would you want to taunt someone who has the power to tell lies about you to people who’d just as soon feed you to the rats?”
“Because Relway’s bunch would be more suspicious if I didn’t.” Deal Relway is the master of TunFaire’s unacknowledged secret police force. I know him because I was there when that particular terrorbird hatched. Its existence has become an open secret, anyway.
I do get nervous sometimes, knowing what I do know about some key individuals. Relway wouldn’t hesitate to bend or break the law in his determination to maintain law and order. He might not hesitate to bend or break me.
Playmate’s livery establishment was less than an hour away. We reached it without running into trouble. Once we did I borrowed his kitchen to brew myself a fresh mug of headache medicine.