“The man’s damned clever.”
I bounced high enough to bruise my skull on low-flying clouds.
“I mean, using the truth to tell lies that way.” Crask had appeared out of nowhere, behind me.
I barked, “Why the hell you got to do that?”
He grinned. “Because it’s fun watching you jump.” He meant it. He would keep trying to make me jump till the day he really did greet me with a knife.
“What do you want?” My mood wasn’t what it had been.
“It’s not what I want, Garrett. It’s never that. It’s what Chodo wants. You know that. I’m just an errand boy.”
Right. And a saber-toothed tiger is just a pussycat. “I’ll play. What does the kingpin want?” I tried to keep one eye on Barking Dog. Amato was into a foaming-mouth frenzy now, excoriating and denouncing everyone and everything and drawing one of the best crowds of his career. But I couldn’t keep my mind on him with Crask so near.
Crask said, “Chodo wants to talk about the girl.”
“The girl?”
“Don’t get cute. She’s his kid. It ain’t right she’s down to the Tenderloin, whatever she’s doing there. That don’t look good. That can’t get out.”
“You don’t like it, tell her to knock it off.”
“There you go again. Cute. You know it ain’t that simple, Garrett.”
“Sure. It isn’t like she was some kid off the street, just slap her around, maybe kick in a few ribs when she don’t do right.”
“You got a problem with your mouth, Garrett. I been telling Chodo for a long time you got a problem with your mouth. For a while there he couldn’t see that. But he’s maybe seeing things clearer these days. You’ll maybe want to keep a lid on the wise-guy stuff when you see him.”
I always had . . . See him? I hadn’t planned to see that old coot ever again. I told Crask that.
“We’re all entitled to our opinions, and maybe even our little dreams, I reckon. But sometimes they got to change, Garrett.”
I glanced around. Crask wasn’t alone. Naturally. He’d brought enough help to carry off three or four uncooperative characters my size. “I suppose you have a point.” I stood, indicated he should lead the way.
I considered taking a powder. Barking Dog’s crowd might have made escape possible. But I had a feeling I wasn’t in danger. Yet. Had I reached the head of the kingpin’s list, they’d have just hit me. Killing was a businesslike business with Chodo and his main men. They didn’t waste time tormenting their victims—unless there was a big public-relations dividend to be gained from killing somebody an inch at a time.
“Pity to miss the rest of this.” I nodded at Barking Dog.
“Yeah. Old goof’s on a roll. But business is business. Let’s go.”
Our immediate destination stood at the curb on the far side of the Chancery. It was a big black coach similar to the one the old butterfly man had ridden. Chodo Contague’s personal coach.
“How many of these does he have?” It hadn’t been that long since I’d fallen out of a similar one scant seconds before it became a lunch bucket for a thunder-lizard taller than most three-story houses.
“This is a new one.”
“I figured.” Since it looked and smelled new. You can’t fool us trained investigators.
That other, earlier ride had sprung from a misunderstanding that had irked me at the time. So much so that I’d decided to whack Chodo before he came after me again. I’d joined forces with this very Crask to see the job done.
But Chodo was still alive, still in charge.
I couldn’t figure it.
Crask is smart but he isn’t much of a talker. It’s a long haul from the skirts of the Hill out to Chodo’s estate. You have plenty of time to consider the meaning of life. If you’re traveling with a Crask and a couple other stiffs who lack even the redeeming value of having brains, you tend to drift away into philosophy. There’s only so much amusement to be had from farting contests and exchanges of grotesque misinformation about female anatomy.
Try as I might, I couldn’t get anything better going. All I got out of Crask was an indefinite impression that there was more going on than he cared to tell me.
Which made perfect sense if he planned to break my neck. You don’t tell the pig ahead of time that it’s come the day for making bacon. All I had going was the dubious comfort I could take from knowing that Crask had no cause to go to all this trouble just to ice me.
I hadn’t seen Chodo’s place since the night Winger and I broke in planning to hasten Chodo’s journey to the promised land. Nothing appeared changed except that the damage had been repaired and a fresh herd of small thunder-lizards had been brought in to patrol the grounds and graze on intruders. “Just like old times,” I muttered.
“We’ve added a twist or two,” Crask informed me, grinning evilly, like he hoped I’d think he was bluffing and would have a go at sneaking in. That would appeal to his selective sense of humor.