Bitter Gold Hearts gf-2

by Glen Cook

  I turned to Morley. "Pokey?"

  "Probably."

  "What became of him?"

  "I turned him loose. He went home and sat tight. He knew I was watching."

  "Uhm. Skredli. Who did the Bruno work for?"

  "I don't know. I don't even think Gorgeous knew. Donni or the Bruno delivered all the messages."

  "A cautious man. And wisely so, considering who he was stealing from. But the goods had to be transferred somehow."

  "We had our own warehouse, partly legit. The Bruno hired teamsters to pick up the stuff there."

  There was an opportunity for some legwork if I decided I really wanted to know where the Stormwarden's goods had gone. I wondered if I ought to ask what goods a Stormwarden dealt in that were so attractive to thieves, but decided ignorance might prove beneficial at a later date. I needed who's and whys but not many what's.

  "Let's talk about the younger Karl daPena. One night as he was going out the back door of Lettie Faren's place, somebody popped a bag over his head, choked him, and threw him into a carriage. And after that the story gets confusing."

  Skredli had come around to where I wanted him. He was able to volunteer information without upsetting whatever minuscule conscience resides in an ogrish heart.

  "That whole mess started out as a fake. The kid wanted to run out on his old lady and rip her off at the same time. He fixed it up with Donni to make it look like a snatch and he'd split the payoff with her and start traveling. Donni was going to split her half with us for making it look good. It wasn't the kind of thing Gorgeous usually got into, but it looked like money for nothing, so he sent for the old gang and we did it." "Only it didn't come off that way. What happened?" "I don't know. Honest. The same night after you and me go around in the street, Gorgeous calls me in and says there's a big change of plans. I seen Donni leaving, so I know where the change came from. Anyway, he told me I had to go out where the kid was hid out and turn it into the real thing. And when the payoff came through, we was supposed to be a whole lot better off than with the old plan. We was going to leave the kid twisting in the wind."

  "Uhm." I thought a moment. "What about Donni's cut of the fatter pot?"

  "We got that whole wad. All the kid's share." Something told me Donni Pell had gotten her share somewhere else.

  "So that's that? You just went out, got the money, and headed north?" My tone warned him. "No. You know that, don't you?" "You had to kill a girl to get that extra chunk." "Gorgeous said it had to be done. I didn't like it." "Why?"

  "I don't know. Look, no matter what you do, I'm going to tell you that a lot. Because I don't know. I wasn't his partner. Gorgeous told me to do things and I did them and he paid me good. And part of what he paid me for was not asking questions. You want to know who wanted something done and why, you got to find Donni Pell and ask her."

  "What you say is probably true, but you have eyes and ears and a brain. You saw things and heard things and you thought about them. Why do you think the girl had to die?"

  "Maybe she knew too much about something. She knew the kidnap was a fake because she was supposed to run off with the kid and the money. Maybe she found out the fake turned real. Maybe she just did something to make Donni want to get her. Maybe it was just because she was set to take the frame for the kidnapping and Gorgeous didn't want her turning up saying it wasn't so. I know we was supposed to make her disappear forever. Only when we showed up to do it she had some son of a bitch with her and he turned out to be a goddamned one-man army. And by the time we got him down, there was traffic coming and we had to throw them in the bushes and make it look like nothing happened. When we got back, we found out that big ape wasn't dead at all. He'd grabbed the girl and took off through the woods. I never thought he'd get far, cut like he was. And he left us with a lot of cleaning up to—"

  "That's enough of that. Tell me about the payoff. Where. When. How."

  "On the Chamberton Old Road four miles south of where it runs into the Vokuta-Lichfield road, just north of the bridge over Little Cedar Creek. Set for midnight the night before what we was just talking about, but the delivery was two hours late. I guess Gorgeous wasn't pissed because he never complained."

  I didn't know the place. On the map the Chamberton Old Coach Road cuts up through woody hill country four miles west of the route I'd taken when I'd gone out to explore. "Why that spot?"

  "The road runs straight for a mile either way from the bridge. There's never any traffic at night, but if there was, you'd spot it coming in plenty of time. And you can look off northeast and see the ridge the Lichfield road runs on. I was up there to watch in case there was any tricks. I was supposed to light one signal flare if everything was all right and two if it wasn't."

  "Did you expect trouble?"

  "No. We had them by the short hairs. But you don't take chances with those people."

  "And the delivery was late?"

  "Yeah. But I guess that was just because the damnfool woman didn't know what she was doing. Any idiot should know a covered wagon with a four-horse team won't make time like a buggy or carriage."

  Oh? "You weren't there for the actual payoff, then?"

  "No. But Gorgeous said it went down exactly the way it was supposed to."

  "Which was?"

  "The wagon came down and stopped in the road. Gorgeous and Donni had their coaches off to the side. Gorgeous and Donni had their drivers transfer the moneybags, half and half. The woman and her wagon headed on south. Donni stayed put for an hour, then headed south too. Gorgeous came up where I was and gave me my cut and enough to pay off the boys so they could go home after the business in the morning. We didn't want them coming to TunFaire, getting drunk, and shooting their mouths off."

  "They knew what was happening?"

  "Not the payoff. But they were in on a killing."

  "There was no concern about just following the woman?"

  "She wasn't told what to do about going back till she turned over the ransom."

  "I see." Not very bright, this Skredli. "She didn't have anything to say when she didn't get the kid after the payoff?"

  "I don't know. Maybe she did. Gorgeous never said."

  "I guess you came out pretty good on the deal personally, eh?"

  "Yeah. Look at me. Living like a lord. Yeah. I got my usual ten percent of Gorgeous's fifty percent. A big hit to you, maybe, but I did better on the warehouse business, even if it took longer to come in."

  "You stripped the warehouse, then?"

  "Yeah. I didn't think it was smart, but Gorgeous said we already had such a big investment we might as well finish it off."

  "Uhm." I began to pace, to think. We'd been at it a long time. He'd given me a lot to think about. We were almost there, but I needed that moment to reflect, to reorder my forces.

  "Where is Donni Pell, Skredli?"

  "I don't know."

  "She was there when we came after you, wasn't she?"

  He nodded.

  "And she ran out behind us and went for help."

  He shrugged.

  "It's going to be interesting, finding out who called out the troops. That was a stupid mistake. Very stupid. Panic thinking. Raver Styx will have his hide. Where's Donni Pell?"

  "How many times I got to tell you I don't know? If she's got the sense of a cockroach, she's done got her butt out of TunFaire."

  "If she had that much sense, she would have headed out of town as soon as she had her share of the money. She seems to have a certain low cunning, an ability to manipulate men, and complete confidence in her invulnerability, but no brains. I'll take your word. You don't know where she is. But where might she run? Who would hide her?"

  Skredli shrugged. "One of her Johns, maybe."

  I'd had that thought already. I suspected Skredli was mined out on the subject. And he was relaxed enough for the next stage.

  "Why did the Stormwarden's kid have to be killed?"

  "Huh? Killed? I heard he committed suicide."

 
"We're getting along fine, Skredli. I'm starting to feel kindly toward you. Don't blow your chance. I know you and Gorgeous and Donni and somebody were in and out of the room where he died. And I knew him well enough to know he couldn't kill himself that way—if he could ever find guts enough to kill himself at all. I figure you used the choke sack on him and Gorgeous cut him himself. I think Donni—but what I think doesn't matter. The thing I can't figure is why he went within a mile of that woman after what she did to him."

  "You don't know Donni Pell."

  "No. But I intend to get acquainted. Go ahead. Tell me about that morning."

  "You aren't going to spread it around, are you? I don't need no Raver Styx breathing down my neck."

  "None of us do. But you don't worry about Raver Styx. You worry about me. I'm the only chance you've got to walk out of here. You've got to make me happy."

  He shrugged. He wasn't counting on me. But he did have new hopes that he hadn't had awhile ago.

  "All right. What started it was you parading around with that dead woman. Somebody seen you by Lettie Faren's place. They told Donni and Donni must have told everybody in town. She sent a messenger to us. Gorgeous had a fit, but he believed me when I said she had to be dead and you was just trying to stir something up.

  "But you did get Donni stirred. Like you said, she ain't too smart. She thought she had her handle on the daPena kid. She sent him a message that told him where to find her, that she had to see him. The dope went there. I don't know what she thought she was going to get him to do. He wasn't having none of her finger-wrapping no more. He'd figured some of it out, and like a dummy she told him the girl was dead.

  "That did it. He was going to hike out of there and blow the whole thing wide open. And he would have, too, only me and Gorgeous showed up. On account of Gorgeous was worried about Donni maybe getting too excited and doing something really stupid."

  "It wasn't planned, then?"

  "I gotta be careful with that. I don't think it was. I wasn't in on no planning, which I usually was because I was the guy who had to go out and do things. But it did have a funny feel. Like maybe Donni rigged it so it would come out the way it did."

  "You keep contradicting yourself. Is Donni Pell stupid or not?"

  "She's good at coming up with schemes and playing them out, long as she's got the reins in her hands. You catch her by surprise, she don't do so good. She thinks slow, she gets flustered, she does dumb things. So Gorgeous figured we better get over there and sit on her till she calmed down and whatever was bugging her blew away."

  "And Karl was there."

  "There and throwing a fit. He figured some of it out and he was going to tell the world. Donni even tried to buy him off, saying she'd give him his share after all. Dumb. After the way she screwed him over, and him just about sure what was going on. We didn't have no choice. He wouldn't back down. Even with me and Gorgeous there. It was our asses or his. I thought we made it look good."

  "You did. You just didn't know he was so chicken nobody would believe he did it himself. Who was the other guy who was there?"

  "What other guy?"

  "A man in a hooded black cloak."

  "I never saw one."

  "Uhm." I paced. There were more questions I wanted to ask, but most had to do with the money. I didn't want Chodo getting interested in that. And Skredli had given me plenty to untangle, anyway. Probably close to enough. Donni Pell would put the cap on it. She would throw some light into the hearts of some shadows. She would cast the bones of doom for somebody.

  "I played it straight for you," Skredli said. "Get me out of here."

  "I'll have to talk Mr. Chodo into it," I replied. "What will you do?"

  "Head north as fast as I can run. I don't want to be anywhere around when Raver Styx hits town. And there ain't nothing here for me anymore, anyway."

  "You'd keep your mouth shut?"

  "Are you kidding? Whose throat would the knife bite first?"

  "Good point." I wagged a hand at Morley, indicating the door. He moved to open it. Chodo rolled out of his way. Morley stepped aside. Chodo and I followed.

  "Where do you stand?" I asked the kingpin, indicating the door with a jerk of my head.

  "I got rid of the bloodsucker bothering me. That's just a hired hand. You can have him."

  "I don't know if I want him. Maybe he swung the knife but didn't give the order." We walked for a while. I said, "You know Saucerhead Tharpe?"

  "I've heard the name. I know the reputation. I've never had the pleasure."

  "Saucerhead Tharpe has a grievance against Skredli. It supersedes mine. I think he deserves first choice in deciding."

  We traveled through that vast room where the naked ladies played. Again Morley had trouble steering. To Chodo they were furniture. He said, "Tell Tharpe to come out if he wants a piece." And, "If I don't hear by this time tomorrow, I turn him loose." And, at the front door, "Sometimes you let one go so word gets around how it goes for those who don't get out."

  "Sure." Morley and I stepped outside and waited for an escort. We didn't speak until we were on the public road. Then I asked, "You think Chodo will let him go?"

  "No."

  "Me neither."

  "What now, Garrett?"

  "I don't know about you. I'm going home to sleep. I had a late night last night."

  "Sounds good to me. You let me know if anything comes of all this."

  "How's your financial position these days, Morley?"

  He gave me a dark look, but replied, "I'm doing all right."

  "Yeah. I figured you would be. Listen, knot head. Stay away from the damned water-spider races. I'm not getting killed in one of your harebrained schemes for getting out from under."

  "Hey, Garrett!"

  "You've done it to me twice, Morley. This time maybe not as hairy as last time, but that crap down in Ogre Town was too damned close. You hear what I'm saying?"

  He heard well enough to sulk.

  ______ XLI ______

  I needed a sixteen-hour nap, but I devoured a roast chicken with trimmings and clowned a couple quarts of beer instead. I went into the Dead Man's den, being careful not to trample on the bodies, and tiptoed over to the shelves on the short north wall. Among the clutter I found a fine collection of maps. I dug out several and settled in my reserved chair.

  I see you had a productive day.

  He startled me. I hadn't known he was awake. But that's the sort of game he likes to play—sneak and scare. Near my heart I nurture a suspicion that malicious and capricious spirits are dead Loghyr disembodied.

  I didn't answer immediately.

  A productive day indeed. You are smugly certain you have a handle on everything and no longer need badger me to do your thinking for you. Just to be contrary—though that's probably what he wanted—I gave him a blow-by-blow of everything that had happened since my last report. He seemed amused by my having chewed Morley out. While I talked, I ran my right forefinger along lines on one of the maps, trying to visualize points of interest barely noticed in the real world.

  Looking for a place someone unfamiliar with the territory might have felt safe squirreling a pile of gold when pressed for time?

  "I'm thinking about going for a ride in the country tomorrow, maybe stopping to go swimming under a few bridges."

  An interesting notion. Though you may never get to put it to the test.

  "Why not?"

  You still need me to explain to you the consequences of your actions? The Stormwarden Raver Styx was due home today. She should, in fact, have been home for some hours now. She should be howling at the moon. And who has had his nose deep into the thing, from several angles? Who is she going to drag in to answer questions right beside Domina Dount and the Baronet daPena?

  I suppose that had been lounging around in the back of my mind, overshadowed by the puzzle. And maybe by a touch of gold fever. "Dean!"

  He looked a bit exasperated when he stuck his head in. "Yes sir?"

  "Don'
t answer the door tonight. I'll do it. In fact, why don't you go on home and put yourself out of harm's way? You haven't left for days. Maybe a few of your nieces have roped some men."

  Dean smiled. "You aren't closing me out now, sir. I'll stay."

  "It's your funeral."

  As if conjured by the conversation, someone began pounding on the door. I went and peeked through the peephole. I didn't recognize any of the crowd, but they wore Raver Styx's colors. I shut the peephole and went for another beer.

  Her men? the Dead Man asked when I returned.

  "Yes." I turned to the maps again.

  You ignore her at your peril.

  Yours too, I thought. "I know what I'm doing."

  You usually think you do. Occasionally you are correct.

  I ignored him, too.

  It wasn't ten minutes before someone else knocked. This time when I peeped I found Sadler on the stoop.

  "Chodo said tell you what we come up with," he said when I opened the door, making no move to come inside. "We asked around, places. Somebody got word to her we were looking. She took off. Out of town. Nobody knows where she landed. We asked."

  I'll bet they did.

  "Chodo says tell you he still owes you the favor."

  "Tell him I said thank you very much."

  "I don't say much to civilians, Garrett. But you done all right down in Ogre Town. You maybe pulled us all out with your trick. So I'll tell you, don't waste that favor on nothing silly."

  "Right."

  He turned away and hiked. I shut the door and went back to the Dead Man.

  Good advice, Garrett. A favor due from the kingpin is like a pound of gold squirreled away.

  "I don't like it anyway. I just hope he stays alive long enough for me to collect." Kingpins have a habit of turning up dead almost as often as our kings do. It was quiet for an hour. So quiet I dozed off in my chair, the maps sliding out of my lap. The Dead Man awakened me with a sudden strong touch. Company again, Garrett. I heard the knocking as I tried to get the body parts moving in unison. When I peeked, I saw Morley on the stoop. He was alone. I opened up and he slipped inside. "I wake you?"