Part 19 (1/2)

He responded with the mental equivalent of a shrug. He had wasted time enough. Here is your schedule Here is your schedule.

My partner. Already in there bullying me to collect the bits he needed to make sense of the senseless. He makes connections quicker than I do.

Should you prove able to approach Mr. Dotes in such fas.h.i.+on that his subsequent actions appear to be independent of your visit, ask him to stop by. Then go to the Bledsoe. See what more the outlanders have done.

Didn't seem like they could've gotten much done. Most of them were in jail.

There is a witch you know.

”I know several.”

Exclude your stable of floozies.

”Ouch! I was.”

Retain one and ask her to come here.

”One who doesn't know about you?”

That would be preferable.

”I'm starting to wonder why I'm always determined to wake you up. Life is simpler when you're asleep.”

But it goes nowhere.

”Wrong, b.u.t.terb.u.t.t. It goes the best places of all.”

He started rummaging around inside my head, evidently under the delusion that he'd been invited. In seconds he was appalled in a big way.

Where is is the parrot the parrot?

”Mr. Big? Pursuing a higher calling.” The G.o.dd.a.m.n Parrot belongs to days gone by and other stories. If there's any mercy in heaven, he'll never be more than another dyspeptic memory.

Chuckles tromped around inside my skull like twenty drug-crazed home invaders wearing sensible shoes. Being Himself, he dropped the question of the pestiferous, overdressed chicken like a maggoty dead mouse. He plowed on as though Mr. Big never existed.

”Speaking of critters. Tell me about the cats infesting the house. They don't seem normal.”

It is impossible to slip anything past you.

”Answer the question.”

They are not normal cats. As you have surmised. They do demonstrate points of character we a.s.sociate with domestic cats. I am unable, yet, to see into their minds. They are afraid of me.

”Sounds like a healthy att.i.tude. Everybody ought to be.”

You might adopt it yourself.

”But I know what a big old cuddle bear you really are.”

Be careful when you leave. The kittens may attempt to escape.

I was being dismissed. Told to get on with my ch.o.r.es. Sometimes he forgets who the senior partner is.

I returned to my office, found me a sc.r.a.p of paper with a little clean on one side, made myself a list.

30.

I leaned into the Dead Man's room. ”You awake enough to reach somebody a block away?”

Be more specific.

”I just took a look out front. If you can reach a block, you can nab a character called Skelington, who works for Teacher White.”

Where?

I described the spot.

It may be that I am not not sufficiently awake. If that bird was here, I could send him out and ride along sufficiently awake. If that bird was here, I could send him out and ride along.

”Gotcha.” He wanted me to go out there. ”Don't be surprised if Skelington runs when he sees me coming, though.”

At this point in your career you should be capable of making an unthreatening approach.

No point debating. ”I'm on my way.” I hitched my pants, patted myself down. I had an adequate low-intensity a.r.s.enal on board.

I was ready.

The weather drama was over, but a drizzle continued. Not a day when I'd work if Himself weren't back there with a sharp stick, poking.

Skelington was less thrilled to be out than I. Huddled in misery, he failed to see me coming till it was too late.

I told myself, ”That went well,” as Skelington entered my house. Maybe drizzly weather wasn't all bad, after all.

n.o.body was at home at Saucerhead's place. He hadn't been seen since yesterday. So he hadn't gone home from my place. I left a message mentioning the possibility of paid work.

Winger wasn't in her usual haunts. I couldn't run her down at home because I didn't know where she lived. I left word that Garrett had cash for her if she came to my house.

I couldn't think of a scheme to lure Block or Relway.

I strolled past Morley's place. Sarge was out front doing some wet-weather sweeping, pus.h.i.+ng litter and horse apples over in front of a neighbor's dump. He showed me a scowl so black I waved and kept rolling. Just pa.s.sing through. Didn't have no notion to drop in.

At Harvester Temisk's place two no-neck types muttered to one another about the chances of snow. I didn't recognize them. I did spot a familiar Relway Runner keeping an eye on the two brunos.