Death's Mistress
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His face crumpled. “Oh, come on. Don’t do that. You’ll scare her!”
“Maybe we can work something out,” I offered.
He sighed in resignation. “I don’t have any money, okay? So you can tell whichever one of those sharks you’re working for that he’s wasting his time.”
“I don’t want money.”
“And you’re not getting a pound of flesh, either!”
“I’m not here to beat you up.”
The big head tilted. “Then why are you here?”
I pulled the cat back in. She didn’t look particularly scared to me. Maybe because the “body” down below had vanished like the cut-rate illusion it was. “I just want to talk to you.”
“About what?”
“About what happened at Ray’s place last night.”
He blinked those enormous eyes at me. “Come again?”
“You heard me.”
“No, I didn’t. That’s the kind of talk that could get my horn ground up.” He petted it nervously. “It’s supposed to be an aphrodisiac, you know? Not that it’s done me any good lately. Do you know how few lady luduans are in existence?”
“Not really.”
“Neither do I,” he said miserably. “I just know there’s none around here.”
“That’s a bitch. Now are you going to help me or not?”
“Not!”
“Here, kitty, kitty.”
“Cut that out!”
“Look, you can talk to me, or you can talk to Fin’s boys. They’re waiting downstairs. But I’m nicer.” He shot me a look. “Okay, that was a lie. But I can help you out.”
“How?”
“Tell me what you know, and I get you off the hook with Fin.” I couldn’t afford it, but if it helped Louis-Cesare, I didn’t think Mircea was going to quibble about the expense account.
He looked at me for a long moment, those lamp-lit eyes brighter than the streetlight across the road. “Touch the horn,” he finally said.
It was my turn to look wary. “Is this something kinky?”
“As if.” He sniffed. “You’re not my type.”
Thank God for small mercies. “If you poison me, I can’t help you with Fin,” I pointed out.
He yawned, showing a mouth full of needle-sharp teeth. They matched the talons at the end of its paws. “Relax. All that was just good propaganda. Not that I don’t know a few tricks, mind you.”
“Like the flame of—”
“Shut up.”
I decided I didn’t have time to be cautious, hiked up to the third-floor landing and touched the horn. And no sooner had my finger brushed the tip than he rammed it into my skin. “Ouch!”
“Don’t be such a baby,” he told me, as my blood sank into the apparently porous bone. His eyes rolled up in his head, and he sat there, humming and making these weird faces. I let him get away with it for maybe a minute, and then I gave the kitty a little squeeze. The spoiled thing mewed, and his eyes shot open. “You’re a piece of work—you know that?” he demanded.
“I told you this had better not be kinky.”
“It isn’t!”
“Could have fooled me.”
“Like that’s hard,” he sneered. “And you may as well let Pooky go. I know you won’t drop her.”
“Wanna bet?”
He sighed. “Lady—or may I call you Dorina?”
“No!”
“Okay, Dorina, it’s like this. I’m a luduan. I taste your blood, and I know what kind of person you are, whether you’re lying to me, yadda yadda.” He waved a paw. “You know the score, or you wouldn’t be here. Don’t waste my time.”
I sighed and pulled a gun. “You’re right. I can’t kill an innocent creature just for sport. You, on the other hand…”
“Hey!” Those bright eyes narrowed. “No need to get nasty. Did I say we couldn’t do business?”
“Then what was all that about with the blood?”
“Establishing some guidelines. It saves time. Otherwise, people try to lie to me and it gives me a real headache”—he tapped the space above the horn with his paw—“right here.”
“So do we have a deal?”
“I don’t know. What exactly do you want to know?”
“Well, for starters, you could tell me who killed Jókell.”
The creature’s small ears went back, and its eyes widened before it started beckoning frantically with a paw. “Get in here!”
It could have been a trap, but I didn’t think so. He looked genuinely panicked. Before I could move, the horn snagged my jacket and dragged me inside. The door slammed shut behind me, and I found myself in a narrow hallway smelling of mildew, urine and spices.
I didn’t get a chance to look around, because I was dragged into an apartment before my eyes had even adjusted, and another door slammed shut behind me. “He’s dead? Are you sure? What happened?” The luduan’s tail was twitching excitedly back and forth as he prowled across the floor. He looked freaked.
“Yes, yes, and someone gutted him,” I said, looking around for a chair and not finding one.
“But he had protection!” The little thing looked genuinely upset.
“You mean Naudiz?”
“That thing!” He wrinkled up his features in what I guess was a scowl. “I wish I’d never heard of it!”
“That seems to be the consensus. So what happened?”
He sighed and sat back on his haunches, but that still left his head too low for his liking. “Sit down, can’t you?”
“Where?” The apartment was clearly set up for nonhuman use. The weak streetlight angling in through gaps in the blinds striped a nest of blankets on the floor, a large rawhide chew bone with one end gnawed off and a couple food dishes. I assumed these were for the cat, because a wash of junk-food wrappers had collected in the corners.
“It’s over there,” he said, reading my body language. “I keep one for bipedal clients.”
He used the horn to point to a stack of folding chairs in the dining room area and I fetched one, bringing us closer to eye level. “Tell me.”
“Worst night of my life; I thought I was dead for sure.”
“You were there? You were in the office when he was attacked?”
“Yeah. I’d been there maybe a minute. I was late because I had to wait for that vampire who owns the club to leave. There was supposed to be a diversion to get him out of the office, but it wasn’t needed. He left on his own and I walked up. And a few seconds later the attack came.”
“You were working for Geminus.”
“I didn’t want to do it, but I needed the cash. I was in debt to him, big-time. Fin’s boys will just beat me up; he would have killed me.”
“In debt? For what?”
He blinked those massive eyes at me. “You’re kidding, right? Geminus owns half the illegal fights around here. Between fey and humans, fey and fey, humans and humans—anything, really, as long as someone will pay money to see it. Or to bet on it.”
I stared at him, a few things sliding into place. Along with drugs and weapons, no-holds-barred fights were another illegal import from Faerie. Ironically, it was the sort of thing the Dark Fey, who were treated like animals by some of their light counterparts, were fleeing Faerie to try to escape. But, once here, they had few contacts and fewer choices.
The authorities shut the matches down when they stumbled across them, but it wasn’t a priority. They weren’t a factor in the war, and that was all anyone cared about right now. Or maybe there was another reason.
“You’re telling me a senator was involved in a smuggling ring?”
“Involved in it? He runs it. He’s been smuggling for longer than anybody. He started bringing people over for the fights, and then branched out. He’s into a little of everything now.”
I sat there, growing quietly furious. No wonder we’d had so much hell stopping the smugglers. Geminus must have been tipping them off to our every move. Leaving us to clean up his competition—like Vleck or Ray—while he grabbed a bigger and bigger share of the pie.
I guess he’d been telling the truth when he said he wasn’t interested in politics.
“Why did he want the rune?”
“He didn’t give me the details. But I guess so he could control the fights. Give the stone to the fighter he wanted to win, and he could determine the outcome of every bout. And clean up even more than he already does. My debts were nothing compared to that.”
“You agreed to make the switch.”
“I thought it would be easy: a little sleight of hand, and no harm done. Jókell would get his money, I would get out of hock to all the people I owe and Geminus would get off my back. But I didn’t expect to be attacked!”
“What happened?”
“I’d barely gotten in the door. Jókell had taken the rune out of its carrier and was about to hand it to me, when the door burst open and someone threw me across the room.”
“Who attacked you?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t see.”
“What do you mean, you didn’t see? You were right there!”
“Right there and almost unconscious. I hit the wall and all but cracked my skull open. I heard the fight going on behind me, realized something had gone wrong and knew I had to get out of there. But the only window was bricked up, and the fight was between me and the door.”
“What did you do?”
He shrugged glossy shoulders—withers—whatever. “The only thing I could do. I went through the portal into Faerie. But time’s running a little slower there, so it took me this long to get back.”
I’d said it was like he’d fallen off the face of the Earth. I just hadn’t realized it was literally true. “You didn’t see anything?”
“Maybe we can work something out,” I offered.
He sighed in resignation. “I don’t have any money, okay? So you can tell whichever one of those sharks you’re working for that he’s wasting his time.”
“I don’t want money.”
“And you’re not getting a pound of flesh, either!”
“I’m not here to beat you up.”
The big head tilted. “Then why are you here?”
I pulled the cat back in. She didn’t look particularly scared to me. Maybe because the “body” down below had vanished like the cut-rate illusion it was. “I just want to talk to you.”
“About what?”
“About what happened at Ray’s place last night.”
He blinked those enormous eyes at me. “Come again?”
“You heard me.”
“No, I didn’t. That’s the kind of talk that could get my horn ground up.” He petted it nervously. “It’s supposed to be an aphrodisiac, you know? Not that it’s done me any good lately. Do you know how few lady luduans are in existence?”
“Not really.”
“Neither do I,” he said miserably. “I just know there’s none around here.”
“That’s a bitch. Now are you going to help me or not?”
“Not!”
“Here, kitty, kitty.”
“Cut that out!”
“Look, you can talk to me, or you can talk to Fin’s boys. They’re waiting downstairs. But I’m nicer.” He shot me a look. “Okay, that was a lie. But I can help you out.”
“How?”
“Tell me what you know, and I get you off the hook with Fin.” I couldn’t afford it, but if it helped Louis-Cesare, I didn’t think Mircea was going to quibble about the expense account.
He looked at me for a long moment, those lamp-lit eyes brighter than the streetlight across the road. “Touch the horn,” he finally said.
It was my turn to look wary. “Is this something kinky?”
“As if.” He sniffed. “You’re not my type.”
Thank God for small mercies. “If you poison me, I can’t help you with Fin,” I pointed out.
He yawned, showing a mouth full of needle-sharp teeth. They matched the talons at the end of its paws. “Relax. All that was just good propaganda. Not that I don’t know a few tricks, mind you.”
“Like the flame of—”
“Shut up.”
I decided I didn’t have time to be cautious, hiked up to the third-floor landing and touched the horn. And no sooner had my finger brushed the tip than he rammed it into my skin. “Ouch!”
“Don’t be such a baby,” he told me, as my blood sank into the apparently porous bone. His eyes rolled up in his head, and he sat there, humming and making these weird faces. I let him get away with it for maybe a minute, and then I gave the kitty a little squeeze. The spoiled thing mewed, and his eyes shot open. “You’re a piece of work—you know that?” he demanded.
“I told you this had better not be kinky.”
“It isn’t!”
“Could have fooled me.”
“Like that’s hard,” he sneered. “And you may as well let Pooky go. I know you won’t drop her.”
“Wanna bet?”
He sighed. “Lady—or may I call you Dorina?”
“No!”
“Okay, Dorina, it’s like this. I’m a luduan. I taste your blood, and I know what kind of person you are, whether you’re lying to me, yadda yadda.” He waved a paw. “You know the score, or you wouldn’t be here. Don’t waste my time.”
I sighed and pulled a gun. “You’re right. I can’t kill an innocent creature just for sport. You, on the other hand…”
“Hey!” Those bright eyes narrowed. “No need to get nasty. Did I say we couldn’t do business?”
“Then what was all that about with the blood?”
“Establishing some guidelines. It saves time. Otherwise, people try to lie to me and it gives me a real headache”—he tapped the space above the horn with his paw—“right here.”
“So do we have a deal?”
“I don’t know. What exactly do you want to know?”
“Well, for starters, you could tell me who killed Jókell.”
The creature’s small ears went back, and its eyes widened before it started beckoning frantically with a paw. “Get in here!”
It could have been a trap, but I didn’t think so. He looked genuinely panicked. Before I could move, the horn snagged my jacket and dragged me inside. The door slammed shut behind me, and I found myself in a narrow hallway smelling of mildew, urine and spices.
I didn’t get a chance to look around, because I was dragged into an apartment before my eyes had even adjusted, and another door slammed shut behind me. “He’s dead? Are you sure? What happened?” The luduan’s tail was twitching excitedly back and forth as he prowled across the floor. He looked freaked.
“Yes, yes, and someone gutted him,” I said, looking around for a chair and not finding one.
“But he had protection!” The little thing looked genuinely upset.
“You mean Naudiz?”
“That thing!” He wrinkled up his features in what I guess was a scowl. “I wish I’d never heard of it!”
“That seems to be the consensus. So what happened?”
He sighed and sat back on his haunches, but that still left his head too low for his liking. “Sit down, can’t you?”
“Where?” The apartment was clearly set up for nonhuman use. The weak streetlight angling in through gaps in the blinds striped a nest of blankets on the floor, a large rawhide chew bone with one end gnawed off and a couple food dishes. I assumed these were for the cat, because a wash of junk-food wrappers had collected in the corners.
“It’s over there,” he said, reading my body language. “I keep one for bipedal clients.”
He used the horn to point to a stack of folding chairs in the dining room area and I fetched one, bringing us closer to eye level. “Tell me.”
“Worst night of my life; I thought I was dead for sure.”
“You were there? You were in the office when he was attacked?”
“Yeah. I’d been there maybe a minute. I was late because I had to wait for that vampire who owns the club to leave. There was supposed to be a diversion to get him out of the office, but it wasn’t needed. He left on his own and I walked up. And a few seconds later the attack came.”
“You were working for Geminus.”
“I didn’t want to do it, but I needed the cash. I was in debt to him, big-time. Fin’s boys will just beat me up; he would have killed me.”
“In debt? For what?”
He blinked those massive eyes at me. “You’re kidding, right? Geminus owns half the illegal fights around here. Between fey and humans, fey and fey, humans and humans—anything, really, as long as someone will pay money to see it. Or to bet on it.”
I stared at him, a few things sliding into place. Along with drugs and weapons, no-holds-barred fights were another illegal import from Faerie. Ironically, it was the sort of thing the Dark Fey, who were treated like animals by some of their light counterparts, were fleeing Faerie to try to escape. But, once here, they had few contacts and fewer choices.
The authorities shut the matches down when they stumbled across them, but it wasn’t a priority. They weren’t a factor in the war, and that was all anyone cared about right now. Or maybe there was another reason.
“You’re telling me a senator was involved in a smuggling ring?”
“Involved in it? He runs it. He’s been smuggling for longer than anybody. He started bringing people over for the fights, and then branched out. He’s into a little of everything now.”
I sat there, growing quietly furious. No wonder we’d had so much hell stopping the smugglers. Geminus must have been tipping them off to our every move. Leaving us to clean up his competition—like Vleck or Ray—while he grabbed a bigger and bigger share of the pie.
I guess he’d been telling the truth when he said he wasn’t interested in politics.
“Why did he want the rune?”
“He didn’t give me the details. But I guess so he could control the fights. Give the stone to the fighter he wanted to win, and he could determine the outcome of every bout. And clean up even more than he already does. My debts were nothing compared to that.”
“You agreed to make the switch.”
“I thought it would be easy: a little sleight of hand, and no harm done. Jókell would get his money, I would get out of hock to all the people I owe and Geminus would get off my back. But I didn’t expect to be attacked!”
“What happened?”
“I’d barely gotten in the door. Jókell had taken the rune out of its carrier and was about to hand it to me, when the door burst open and someone threw me across the room.”
“Who attacked you?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t see.”
“What do you mean, you didn’t see? You were right there!”
“Right there and almost unconscious. I hit the wall and all but cracked my skull open. I heard the fight going on behind me, realized something had gone wrong and knew I had to get out of there. But the only window was bricked up, and the fight was between me and the door.”
“What did you do?”
He shrugged glossy shoulders—withers—whatever. “The only thing I could do. I went through the portal into Faerie. But time’s running a little slower there, so it took me this long to get back.”
I’d said it was like he’d fallen off the face of the Earth. I just hadn’t realized it was literally true. “You didn’t see anything?”
