Colonel Block was in a formal mood when Browling led me into the biggest chamber I’d yet seen inside the city prison. It appeared to be several cells converted into a meeting room. There was a large table of mediocre quality, some uncomfortable chairs, no windows, and not nearly enough light. You could hide werewolves and vampires in the shadowy corners. Today those only held Deal Relway, playing ghost. Lucius Browling vanished as soon as I’d been delivered.
Three other, silent men were present. Nobody introduced anybody.
I didn’t push. Those three likely told Block what to do and when to do it, and whether or not to smile while he did it. They had that Hill look.
Block said, “We’ve gotten back our first reports from the country, Garrett.”
“Wow. You guys move fast when you want to. I take it something didn’t go the way you wanted.”
“Our people found physical evidence and local witnesses to corroborate your report. But your silver elves were gone.”
So. The girl who got away must’ve come back to rescue the others. Elven enemies possibly having more in common than silver elves and people do. Or maybe it had to do with wanting a ride home.
Block continued, “The disk-shaped flying engine was gone, as well. The pear-shaped flying engines had been destroyed. Melted down in a heat so fierce they’d sunk right down into the earth. A search of the area produced nothing but these.” He showed me several of the gray fetish things, similar but not identical to one another.
Without invitation I suggested, “If they were that thorough about cleaning up after themselves you’d better consider the possibility that those things there were meant to be found.”
A small stir. The observers exchanged uneasy glances.
“You been holding anything back on us, Garrett?” Relway asked from his shadow.
“Deal,” Block cautioned. “Garrett? It’s a pertinent question, despite Deal’s tone.”
I wondered if Relway ever got to be the nice guy. “And the answer is, probably. Without meaning to. Remember, I brought this stuff to you guys. I don’t have any idea what you need to know, let alone anything at all about the much vaster category of ‘want to know.’ ”
“We don’t need to get into any pissing contests, Garrett. I have a job. All I want to do is to get it done.”
“And I’m not up for any macho headbutting, either. Where we have trouble is, you don’t want me to know why you want to know what you want to know. You even probably don’t want me to know what you want to know. Which’ll really make it impossible to answer your questions intelligently. But you’ll still put the blame on me when you don’t hear what you want to hear. Chances are good you’ll even accuse me of lying or holding out.”
One of the observers made a gesture. Block cocked his head slightly. Although I wasn’t included in I understood that there was some communicating going on in much the same fashion as when I conversed with the Dead Man. A very small handful of the most powerful of our wizardly overlords have been able to develop that talent.
I was able to read the emotional overtones.
A man entered the room. His interruption earned him frowns from everyone but me. I didn’t care. He whispered to Relway briefly. Relway studied me as though he’d just suffered a mild surprise.
That did nothing to make me more comfortable.
Colonel Block admitted, “Your argument has considerable merit, Garrett.”
In private I would’ve accused him of being a poetaster or some other artsy critter equally heinous. In front of people, where I might embarrass him, I said only, “My thinking is that we’re all on the same side despite maybe having different goals . . . ”
There was a sign from another of the observers. I shut up because I could sense that this particular guy had taken a negative shine to me and wasn’t likely to invest a great deal of patience in me.
Block said, “These silver elves seem to control a lot of powerful sorcery, the flight thing being only the most obvious. We’d very much like to explore some of those secrets. And right now you’re the closest thing to an expert on them as exists.”
“And I’ve given you everything . . . Wait a minute. There’s Casey. Though you should know about Casey on your own.”
“Casey?”
“The only silver elf I’ve actually talked to. His name is something really weird. He prefers Casey. He claims to be a cop. He says he was sent out to arrest two elves nobody’s seen except maybe one crazy teenage boy. A boy who, after I grilled him mercilessly, turned out to have no clue how to find any elves. A boy who couldn’t even find his own way home without help. Casey wasn’t sure what crimes the fugitives had committed. And he didn’t care. That was for his judges to worry about. He had an apartment . . . ” I gave the directions and details and recommended extreme caution on the parts of any investigators. Questions arose. I answered as many as I could.
Relway had another visit from the whisperer. He took an opportunity to do some whispering of his own, to Colonel Block, before he left the room in a hurry. To put together a raid on Casey’s place, I assumed.
Once he was gone, Block said, “There’re people here looking for you, Garrett. Legal type people. Did Browling do something wrong? Did he manhandle you or insult you or in any way demonstrate a lack of courtesy?”
I paused, definitely puzzled, but then observed, “Either you’re really naive or you just don’t understand what you and Relway have created. There isn’t any need for Lucius Browling to be anything but Lucius Browling for alarms to sound and people to get upset.”
He didn’t get it. We didn’t lapse into a philosophical pissing contest in front of the wizards. For such they surely were, in mufti.
“You aren’t a prisoner, Garrett. You aren’t under arrest. You’re an expert we called in to help us with a particular problem. And I wish you’d tell those people that. Evidently they’re making life very difficult for the staff up front.”
“They won’t go away just because you trot me out. What kind of legal beagle is going to take the word of a man who’s in the hands of—”
“Thank you, Mr. Garrett. I suspect that I’ve just learned a valuable lesson. And that I’ll be happy that Relway wasn’t here to pick it up as easily. Might I request your presence and assistance for as long as it takes Relway to investigate that elf’s hideout. I’ll provide a small honorarium.”
“I’ll go tell the folks in the waiting room. But if they’re the kind of people I think they are, they won’t leave until I do.”
Block glowered.
And I was right about the lawyers.