Whispering Nickel Idols Part 9

"We maybe haven't been paying enough attention. Blair and Russ figured out how to get some wine."

"The rats aren't drinking, too, are they?"

"I don't know about the little ones. The big ones got a taste or two."

I wanted to bark and howl and go spank Singe. Instead, I said, "Melondie, slide back out there and keep an eye out. I'll send help if I can."

She needed three tries to line up the window well enough to buzz through the gap.

Tharpe and his cohorts were now enjoying their own little party within the party. I went to visit. "Saucerhead."

"Man, Garrett, here you come in one of your moods. What's up?"

"There're some guys in green pants outside, looking for trouble. The drivers might not be able to handle it themselves."

"You lank-shank sack a camel snot..."

I left too soon to appreciate Tharpe's full list of my horrible shortcomings. I know what they are, anyway. Tinnie keeps me posted.

I got back to my table just as the guest of honor came out.

Belinda had gotten Chodo looking presentable. He appeared to be asleep in his chair, not incapacitated.

That impression lasted only briefly.

Silence filled Whitefield Hall. Although there had been rumors, they'd been disregarded because the Outfit retained its Contague edge. But here was proof that Chodo Contague wasn't the Boss anymore. Clearly, he hadn't been in charge for a long time.

A neatly arranged blanket covered his lap and legs. His bony talons lay in his lap, right on left. His bare forearms were purplish. His chin rested on his chest. He drooled.

Hard men there were appalled and repelled.

Belinda said, "The guest of honor. My father. Chodo Contague. Celebrating his sixtieth birthday. Let's toast the man responsible for our prosperity."

The shock waned under the weight of wine and good cheer. Some s.h.i.+ll burst into song. Others picked it up. A few wondered what this meant to the overall organization.

I caught snippets. Some saw this as a chance to improve themselves. But they couldn't concentrate, even though they kept talking about trying.

I was ten feet away when Chodo came to life, though only just barely. He raised his chin three inches, the effort herculean. His whole body shook. His gaze found me momentarily.

A kitten leaped desperately toward his lap.

The hall slammed into darkness. Then fire exploded as the decorative lamps shattered and spewed burning oil. People pounded their clothing, to kill the flames there. The air began to heat up.

So did panic.

The latter included Belinda, who ran blindly.

This definitely wasn't on her program.

I caught her, gripped her arm with one hand, and spun Chodo's chair with the other, headed them toward the kitchen. Everybody else rushed the front door.

Morley quickly sent his troops to fight the fires. He keeps a cool head however filthy the scat storm gets. When even queens of the underworld are losing control, Morley stands short, proud and calm.

A swarm of cats streamed past. Rats were in motion, too. Pixies zoomed around overhead.

The confusion eased in the kitchen. "You stay here," I told Belinda. "Where are your bodyguards?"

"Good question. I mean to ask."

"I'll find them." It was a puzzle, them vanis.h.i.+ng. They should've surrounded Belinda the instant the excitement started.

The baby cats headed back into the big hall.

Belinda seized my arm, for one moment a scared little girl. Which is one way she manipulates me. Then the woman who ran the Outfit reemerged. She snagged a butcher knife. "Be careful."

"Watch out. Don't leave unless you have to. There's some kind of excitement going on outside." I followed my kitties.

Fires still pranced and murmured in a dozen places. Only the little blazes had been slain. The excitement up front had ended. A few bold fellows had turned back to help, though the effort looked hopeless. The remaining fires weren't going to let mere mortals push them around.

I found Belinda's bodyguards. They'd gone down where they were posted. They hadn't bailed on her at all. Two were smoldering and dead. One was just plain dead. Two more were smoldering but alive, unconscious, in desperate need of help.

I discovered several more goombahs in like condition, alive but unconscious. "Morley! Over here! Problems bigger than those fires." The goombahs were burning like that woman had. "How do we get them out?"

Dotes barked, "Theodore! Take Beans up front. See if you can't get some help in here." He bounced over beside me. "This is ugly, Garrett. Really ugly. Smells like sorcery." Thugs crackled and popped.

"I don't know. Grab his legs." We huffed and puffed and dragged a man out to the ice bath. I reminded Morley about my meeting with Harvester Temisk.

"It had something to do with all this?"

"Maybe. But I don't know where he'd fit. Cause or effect? Symptom or disease? On three. One. Two. Three."

Ice water splashed. A kitten protested getting its feet wet. It strutted off indignantly, shaking each paw as it came off the floor.

The cat led us back into the main hall, where it bounded into the pail I'd used to bring the litter aboard. That pail was full of cats already, all with paws on the rim, watching anxiously. I shouted, "Just find somebody who's breathing and get him out of here!"

Morley told me, "Grab your cats and go, Garrett. I'll get these guys out. h.e.l.l! This one is gone now. Sharps! Give me a hand with this."

Melondie Kadare appeared, wobbling worse than ever. "Help," she whimpered. "I'm too ripped..."

"What're you doing back inside?"

She squeaked. "I need to get my people out."

"How many are in here? It's going up."

"What was I going to tell you? s.h.i.+t. It's hard to think straight when you're f.u.c.ked-up. Oh. Yeah. You need to get away from here. The Watch are coming. Because of the fighting."

"What fighting?"

"Outside... it went all to s.h.i.+t. I need to get out of here. But I'm ripped."

"Hang on to me, then."

Morley and his guys got out, carrying the last surviving bodyguard to the ice bath. I warned him, "Get going. Relway is coming."

Where had Relway been? Belinda would've arranged a diversion. Something blatantly political. Deal Relway loves racialists less than gangsters.

Me and my pail roared through the back door. It was every-man-for-himself time. The coaches were gone. The parking area retained nothing but a dusting of large, ugly men who were either unconscious or dead. They had no friends to help them get away.

Morley faded into the night with his men, disappointed because their efforts had been wasted. Both bodyguards had died in the ice bath.

I made like the good shepherd myself, wondering about a batch of baby cats who would get together so their staff could lug them out of danger more easily.

Melondie Kadare started snoring. Brutally. I tucked her into a chest pocket.

17.

It didn't take long to realize that somebody was following me. Somebody either very good or blessed with a little magical a.s.sistance. I couldn't shake him, nor did I manage to ambush him. Melondie Kadare kept on snoring. The kittens didn't like delays. They got antsy when I tried to lie in wait. Then noisy when I fooled around too long. "You guys getting hungry?"

It was quiet tonight, the weather good despite the season. A big old moon up top silhouetted bats zipping around above the rooftops. There was a nip in the air. Scatters of cottony cloud tumbled across the sky. I didn't think the bats would find many bugs. Winter wasn't far away.

Melondie groaned and whimpered. "It's your own fault, Bug." In the distance, Whitefield Hall cast a cheery glow. The pixie crawled out of my pocket. She tried her wings. I caught her before she crashed, tried to put her away again. She wasn't interested. She clung to my shoulder instead. But when I stopped to listen for footsteps she slithered inside my s.h.i.+rt. When you're small you lose body heat fast.

"Don't bounce around so much, Biggie. And keep them cats away."

The streets remained deserted, which was unusual. TunFaire goes round the clock. But I was content. It's nice when no sense of dark imminence hangs in the air.

"Hey, Bug. We're almost home. And I've got an idea. How about you help me catch this spook that's d.o.g.g.i.ng us."

"My head!" She groaned. "What you mean, us, Big'un?"

"All right. You. Because who the h.e.l.l would be after me for a bucket of cats?"

"Smart-a.s.s, All right. I'm listening. But keep your voice down. What's the plan?"

The plan was, I plunked my little friend on a ledge, out of sight, then headed on along. I took a right at the next cross street, took another right and then another, and soldiered on until there I was, plucking my s.h.i.+vering sidekick off her ledge.

"Did you have to stop for a beer?"

"Whiner. I would have, if I'd seen a place. It's past my time to start sipping. So, Bug. What's the evil word? What wicked dark lord off the Hill is d.o.g.g.i.ng me through the alleys of the night?"

"You're so full of s.h.i.+t, Garrett. A blivit. h.e.l.l, the world's first hyperblivit. Forty pounds of s.h.i.+t jammed into a ten-pound sack instead of just twenty."

"But I'm so pretty. All the girls want to love me."

"If they're some kind of weird, like sky elves. Or ratgirls. Or troll jiggles so ugly they can't find themselves a guy who's rock hard."

"Unfair." No troll girl ever chased me. "You're upset because you're too teeny to enjoy the special Garrett charm." I wondered how trolls tell the girls from the boys.

"Sure you're not imagining things, Garrett? Because that's not what I hear."

"Ooh! How sharper than a frog's tooth. Come on, Mel. Who am I dragging along behind me? Before I need to scope out how to turn my last two hairs into the perfect comb-over."

"You're no fun anymore. All right. It was that little girl-boy. Or boy-girl. The one who brought the cats."

"Penny Dreadful? That kid can bang around behind me, keeping up, and I can't catch her? That's hard to believe."

"I can believe that. You being you, with your appreciation of you. Face it. You don't have the mojo this time, Big Guy."

"I'm thinking about showing you some genuine Garrett mojo, Bug. I know some things. I know some people. I could have you bigasized."

"You couldn't handle it. You'd have a stroke or a heart attack."

And so it went. We headed south on Wizard's Reach, turned west on Macunado. And there we were, home again, home again, ziggity-zig. In time to get behind the door ahead of a band of do-gooder city employees who missed seeing us by half a minute.

They pounded on my door. I used the peephole but didn't open up. Melondie Kadare snickered and giggled. She was having a good time.

"Why don't you check on your people? I've got cats to feed."

She couldn't do that from inside. I'd been clever enough to make sure the pixies couldn't bring their special culture into my castle.

My bucket leaked cats fast. They bounded off toward the kitchen. I followed.

Singe and her brother were there, each with a beer in paw. The platter between could serve a party of forty. Singe asked, "Where have you been?"

"I had to work tonight. Then I had to walk home because my ride disappeared. Leaving me lugging a bucket of ungrateful meows while listening to the world's worst b.i.t.c.hing pixie complain because she's too small to be my girlfriend."

Even John Stretch looked me askance then. Melondie produced a resounding raspberry and started wobbling around in search of something small enough to use as a beer mug.

Singe shook her head, too d.a.m.ned human. "You hungry?"

"Just like a rat. Everything comes down to food. I could use a sandwich. I didn't get a chance to eat at Chodo's party."

What a dumb failure. n.o.body ought to be so focused on business that he forgets to eat free food.

The platter had a dozen fried cakes aboard. Dean delivered four more, still crackling from the hot oil. "The square ones are sweet. The round ones have sausage inside."

"Uhm?"

"An experiment. Looking for something different."