Part 22 (1/2)
Maybe. ”d.a.m.n! Who did it?”
Morley spread his hands wide and gave a blank look. ”I suppose one of the same fun-loving bunch. It went down in broad daylight, in front of fifty witnesses. Farmer-looking guy just steps out of a doorway behind him and lets him have it.”
”Being a wizard ain't everything.” I'd developed an itch between my shoulder blades. That could happen to anybody at any time. If somebody wants you bad enough, they'll get you. ”I don't know if I wanted to know that.”
”We'll tighten up around you, Garrett. We'll make them work for it.”
”That's a comfort, Morley.” Peridont getting it bothered me bad. I had this feeling I'd lost my last best ally.
”You think I want to go tell Chodo I blew it?”
I knew what he wanted to say, but he was saying it so clumsily it was worse than if he hadn't said anything. For Morley, the actual expression of concern or friends.h.i.+p is next to impossible.
”Never mind,” I told him. ”Quit while you're ahead. Was there anything else?” His friend was tickling his neck with a fingernail. He wouldn't keep his mind on business long.
”No. Go home and stay there. We won't have to pick up pieces of Garrett if you keep your head down.”
”Right. I'll think about it.”
”Don't think. Do.”
”Come on, Maya. Let's go home.” Morley and I both knew I wouldn't give it a thought.
40.
It started when we were two blocks from my house, a roaring and grumbling hurrying up from the south. Lightning zigged around it. I pulled Maya into a doorway.
”What is it?”
”Something we don't want to notice us.” A big, red nasty bobbed in the middle of the cloud.
People stuck their heads out windows, got a look, and decided they didn't want to know.
The micro storm headed straight for my place.
Wouldn't you know it?
This time there was no roof busting. A nasty red spider strutted down out of the night-and something swatted it right back.
”Old Chuckles is going to pay his rent tonight,” I muttered.
”You're shaking.”
I was, worse than if I'd been in the thick of it. Yet my mind wasn't working right. I didn't think about Dean or the Dead Man. All I could think about was what might happen to my house. It was all I had in the world. I'd gone through h.e.l.l to get the money to pay for it. I was getting too long in the tooth to start over.
The storm whooped and hollered. The spider headed in again, scarlet swords of fire leaping from its eyes. Bam! They hit an invisible wall. The spider bounced back.
”I didn't know he had it in him.”
The Dead Man had a lot more than I'd suspected. He never tried to hurt the spider, but he turned every a.s.sault. The more its efforts were stymied, the more ferocious the monster became. It didn't worry about damaging the neighborhood.
This was going to make me popular with my neighbors.
You can only stay keyed up so long. When I began to settle down I had a thought. ”This doesn't make sense. I may have been a pain in the a.s.s to those guys, but not this big a pain. There's something else going on.”
The flash and fury distressed Maya less than it did me. Maybe it was her lack of experience with sorcery. ”a.n.a.lyze it, Garrett. This is the second time your place has been attacked. You weren't home either time. Maybe it doesn't matter if you are. Maybe it's the house.”
”Or something in it.”
”Or something in it. Or someone.”
”Besides me? n.o.body...” The Dead Man? But he'd been dead too long to have enemies left. ”Know what I think? I got started on the wrong foot at the beginning. I've been trying to get it to make sense.”
Maya looked at me weird. ”What the h.e.l.l are you yapping about?”
”I'm trying to make sense of something that isn't rational. I knew from the beginning that religion was involved. Several religions, maybe. You can try from now until the end of the world and you're not going to make sense out of that. I shouldn't be attacking it that way. I should be going with it, going after who's doing what to who and not trying to figure out why.”
Her look got weirder. ”Did you get hit on the head? You're raving.”
Maybe I was. And maybe somewhere in my nonsense there was a kernel of wisdom. That business down the street looked like a good argument for rea.s.sessing my place in the excitement. ”Ever been to Leifmold, kid?”
”What?”
”I'm starting to think the smart thing would be to get out of town. Let this thing take care of itself.”
She didn't believe me for a moment. And she was right. Maybe it's a lack of common sense. Maybe I just have a feeble survival instinct. I'd hang in until the end.
I mean, what kind of reputation would I get if I backed off just because that was the safe thing to do? Somebody hires you, he wants you to stick. You want to work, you got to do that-at least until moral revulsion forces you out. You don't let a little thing like fear slow you down.
The thing with eight limbs was on the ground now, stomping around the house, making the earth shake, roaring, grabbing up cobblestones and throwing them. I told Maya, ”Every living city flunky will be around to pester me now.” I didn't look forward to that. I'm not at my best with those people.
One of my angels darted through the s.h.i.+fting witch light. I recognized Wedge.
”Remind me I don't want to get into your line of work, Garrett.” He looked up the street. ”What the h.e.l.l is going on?”
”You got me. I'm not sure I want to know.”
The eight-limbed thing tore chunks out of a couple of houses, and flung them at my place. They bounced back. The Dead Man was showing unnecessary patience. The monster jumped up and down like an angry child. It looked to me like he and the Dead Man had a standoff. I was amazed. I couldn't picture my boarder holding his own against the avatar of a G.o.d.
”I didn't sign on for this, Garrett,” Wedge told me. ”I ain't no chickens.h.i.+t, but saving your a.s.s from demons is a little top much.”
I could empathize with that. ”Saving my a.s.s from demons is a little too much for me, too, Wedge. You want to do a fade you won't hear me cry. I didn't beg Morley for any guardian angels.”
”You didn't. Chodo did. If you did he'd have told you to go tongue-kiss a ghoul. Bye, Garrett. Good luck.”