Go felt himself grow cold, then hot, then icy. The demon reached forward and put her hand to his cheek; heat burned out of her palm, as if he had been touched by the sun.
"You're afraid," she said.
"Of course I'm fucking afraid!" He wasn't even certain that he had spoken aloud.
"You smell of my sister."
"Oh god!"
The demon frowned. "Don't be scared. My name is Savitra. I came because my sister almost returned home. We can't let that happen."
"We can't? How did you get in here?"
Savitra looked puzzled. "I followed a scent. There was a hunt last night, but then when my sisters and I returned to the Hunting Lodge, we thought that someone should come to Earth, to find her."
"Find her and do what?"
"Why, bind her, of course. You obviously don't want her here. We don't want her at home." Savitra's beautiful face screwed itself into an expression of deep distaste. "Such a bitch." She looked around her, and Go had the distinct impression that she was scenting the air. "There's someone else here."
"Well, yeah. This is a big corporation—there's lots of people in it."
"I don't mean humans. I mean one of my kind. What is this place called?"
"The name of the company is Paugeng."
Savitra's face cleared. "Why, I know of this organization. It belongs to my cousin. To Jhai."
"What?" Go had the feeling that you get during the course of a nightmare, when you think you're free and suddenly it all comes boiling back again. "Your cousin? But Jhai's human."
Savitra gave a growling snort. "Oh no she's not. She's one of us. She just lives here, and passes."
"Passes? Jhai's a big shot."
"Don't use that horrible expression!"
"Sorry. Anyway, she isn't here." Thank God for that. Go didn't think he could cope with two of them right now. "She's away on a business trip."
But by the time he said this, Go swiftly discovered, it was already history. The doors banged open as Jhai, with a face like thunder, came in at a run, surrounded by security personnel.
"Meeting wrapped early. This showed up as a security breach, just as I'd got back—Savitra, what the hell are you doing here?"
Savitra bridled. "I might ask you the same thing."
Jhai turned to the security detail. "Okay, guys, nothing to worry about. Just my mad cousin. Probably thought she'd surprise me."
"I seem to have succeeded," Savitra said.
"Out." Jhai motioned to security. Without the presence of a large quantity of men in body armor and guns, Go's natural inhibitions vanished. He said, "Ms Tserai? Jhai? What the fuck? You didn't tell me Lara was your fucking cousin! What was the plan? Have me over for feeding time?" He was aware that his voice was rising. "You didn't tell me!" It was a child's plaintive whine.
Jhai sighed. "Mr Go. Savitra. The bar is this way." With that, she swept back through the doors of the gym.
" 'The bar is this way,' " Savitra mimicked, mincing cruelly. "Nice to see you, Savitra, been such a long time. Bitch."
Or rather, Go thought, cat.
He felt a bit better nursing a large scotch. At least Jhai's whisky selection was upfront and honest. And, if not ashamed (he doubted that Jhai Tserai had much acquaintance with that particular emotion), his hostess did at least seem to feel that some kind of explanation was called for.
"Look. Mr Go. I probably should have told you, but what could I say? Yeah, the demon who killed your friend and burned down your house? She's my cousin. But don't worry about it."
"Who knows?" Go asked. "Here in Singapore Three, I mean."
"Gods only know, to be honest. It used to be a very closely guarded secret, for obvious reasons. Demonkind weren't allowed to have property or holdings on Earth." Jhai made a face. "At least, not unless they were Chinese demons. The establishment here is riddled with corruption—I'm sure half the bloody government hail from Hell."
"It would explain a lot," Go said.
"But in the last couple of years, all sorts of shit has been happening, goddesses running riot through the city, great rifts between the worlds . . . Demons live and work here, like my fiancé, wherever he's got to."
"Is he missing?" Savitra said, and it was impossible for Go to mistake the note in her voice. That, Go thought, would be satisfaction.
"He's gone AWOL, yes. I'm looking into it." None of your business, said Jhai's own tone. "Anyway, my point is that things are changing. At first, no one knew about me except my mum. My fiancé obviously knows about me, and so does Chen, and his wife, and his wife's familiar."
"His wife's what?" Go was aware of a familiar feeling of confusion.
"Never mind, it isn't important. All those people are as discreet as they come, but the thing is, once a handful of people know, it acts as a kind of conduit. Information is like water. Once there's a little hole in the dam, it starts to trickle out."
"I know what you mean," Go said. "The film industry's like a sodding sieve."
"And now you know," Jhai said. For a horrible moment, Go thought she'd intended some kind of subtext: And now we'll have to kill you. But it seemed that no such sinister intention was present, for Jhai went on, "That's not a problem, under the circumstances. Frankly, I felt you needed help, given that Lara's my cousin."
"To be fair," Go said, "it's my fault she's here in the first place." He took a reassuringly large swig of scotch and looked out across the city. It was twilight now, with the lights of shipping starring the distant curve of sea. A burning hand rested lightly on his own.
"No, no," Savitra said. "We are really very grateful."
"But now we've got to find her," Jhai told him. "Find and bind."
"How do you propose to do that?" Go asked. "With magic?"
"Not exactly," Jhai said. She looked at him and he saw, not quite for the first time, the ruthlessness in her dark eyes. "With bait."
He couldn't believe she'd talked him into this, but on reflection, he'd had remarkably little choice, faced with two tiger demons. They seemed to be multiplying, although Jhai had reassured him that Savitra had now returned home, confident that Lara wouldn't be coming back any time soon.
"I can't cope with her," Jhai complained. "Never stops bloody talking. I told her to go back and stay there—we'll deal with this."
At the time, Go had wondered at the advisability of finishing that very large glass of Laphroaig, but now, as its peaty warmth formed a barrier between himself and an unwelcome reality, he was glad that he'd been so irresponsible.
He stood in a grove of trees, in one of Singapore Three's rather unsuccessful parks. Originally, Lotus Park had been intended, as most parks are, as both a green lung in the city's heart and a place for respectable citizens to stroll whilst enjoying the beauties of nature. The city had grown up to incorporate patches of woodland, and some of this still remained amidst the lily-fringed pools, the ornamental bridges, the skating rink, and the rosebushes.
Not to mention the discarded syringes, the phials of the more experimental narcotics, and the small sad balloons of used condoms that littered the leaf-strewn concrete on which Go was standing. At least the latter was evidence of some degree of responsibility.
He felt like a tethered goat. The tethers might be invisible ones, but they still seemed as binding as shackles. Directly into his ear, a voice said softly, "Here, kitty, kitty."
Go jumped and found himself staring into Jhai's face. She was wearing a black jumpsuit, the Dolce & Gabbana version of a ninja outfit, and the effect made the oval of her face appear disembodied among the trees. Above, a chewed moon floated in rags of cloud.
"Don't do that!"
"Sorry. How're you doing, Go?"
"Is there any sign of her?" Go asked nervously. In her earlier dismissal of the use of magic, Jhai had, it seemed, been not entirely open. They had deployed it already, back among the trees, taking a hypodermic of Go's blood and scattering it into a conjured wind. The blood, black in the faint gleam of the moon, had swirled up like a string of broken beads, hurtling out into the trees and then the city. Go's skin was still prickling; he felt unpleasantly linked to the city itself, everywhere at once, catching fragments and snatches whenever he turned his head. And Jhai . . . he was not unfamiliar with the powers of necromancy, but whereas his father had possessed a thin current of it, Jhai had dragged it out of the ground as though hauling an express train behind her. Once again, Go lamented his stupidity in having anything at all to do with this shit. Find a therapist. Blame his parents.
"Don't worry," Jhai said now. "Won't be long."
"Great," Go said, weakly.
"No, seriously. This is a good thing. She'll show up, she'll follow your blood, assume you've been hurt. Lara's never been what you might call a rocket scientist."
"To be honest, I did have her down as a bit of a bimbo."
"None of them are all that bright. The brains seem to have gone to my side of the family." Jhai tried, and failed, not to look smug. "Anyway. She'll show, she'll try to kill you, we'll rescue you—there's about twenty of my people in the trees, you just can't see them, and they're magically hidden—and then we'll go back to the bar."
"Sounds fantastic."
"It'll work." She gave him a pat on the shoulder. "Hang in there, man." She melted back among the trees, leaving Go alone in the humid darkness. The air was filled with the pungent smell of a stagnant pond, of distant cigarette smoke, of fried food and his own sweat. A group of young women strolled along the side of the pond, some way from where Go stood. They were laughing and chattering; one of them had a bag of some kind of takeout food and they were all dipping into it. He envied them. When this was all over, he was going to have a normal social life.
He looked up at the moon, swimming out from cloud. Just you and me now, moon. And then the tiger roared.