I said nothing.
You might wonder why I’m so freaked-out by David’s physical discomforts? You see, twice already, the chief has been hexed by no-good Unseelie sympathizers and Warlock-appreciators alike.
I made a mental note to ask Portia Fearwyn if she would take a look at my friend and see what she made of his ever-growing list of ailments. If anyone could tell us anything, it would be the Witch Fearwyn. She’d be able to detect if there was magic at play. And, by now, I was certain there was.
David had been played like a marionette twice before, and I wasn’t going to stand around and watch it happen for a third time.
The chief stood up and stumbled the three or so meters to the shoreline. He reached down and scooped up some chilly salt water and splashed his face and neck. I saw sweat leeching its way through the back of his navy shirt. I watched as he put his hands on his hips and leaned backward, exhaling a loud breath as he bent.
He turned toward me and performed a strained smile. “Ready when you are.”
Again, I said nothing, just climbed on my broom, so we could tackle the rest of the journey to Chalice, Cathedral’s capital, and also the seat of one Gideon Shields.
I kept my broom steady just above the ground as I waited for David to mount his stick. He seemed to be steadier now, so I pointed the nose of my chariot upward, and together the chief and I soared over the breathtaking backbone of Cathedral; the mighty Glimmer Mountains.
Burning Peak stood like a monolith in the center of the range. We flew by the gargantuan pyramid on its left. I noticed David was in trouble again, so I pulled up on his inside to keep him on the outer edge of the craggy side of the mountain. I reached out a hand to steady the chief, pushing on his left shoulder in an attempt to keep him straight.
We reached the lower fells of the mountain, and David had once again recovered somewhat.
“You okay?” I shouted across to him.
The blood had drained from my friend’s cheeks. He nodded, gave me a thumbs-up, and then faced forward, his eyes focused on the glittering horizon of Chalice ahead.
ORDINARILY, we’d be greeted by Shields’ assistant and be made to wait for twenty minutes or so until we were permitted access to the governor’s palatial office. But, this time Gideon had graced us with his own reception. The governor was waiting just outside the elevator, and as the doors open, his shark-grinned was the first thing David, and I saw.
Shields steered us immediately toward his lair.
“So glad you could come,” the governor enthused. “I knew I wouldn’t have to call you and wait for your questions. I’m impressed, Chief Para Inspector. You’re ahead of me.” Gideon gave David a conspiratorial look as if they were twelve-year-old friends speaking a secret language with one another.
Shields pushed the door to his room inward. “I’m positive this is about dear Barnabus, yes?” His eyebrows and lips fell in a parody of pity.
Grotesque.
“Among other things, yep.” David’s voice was neutral. His hair was still slightly damp from his earlier sweat-fest, and seawater splash, but otherwise, his shirt had dried, and he looked good.
Yummy, in fact.
“Of course, of course,” Shields cooed. “And, Hattie, how lovely to see you accompanying the chief again.” His golden eyes twinkled, and it made me feel sick. The governor apparently noticed my reaction to his greeting, because he didn’t try to put his hands on me for once. He tossed his caramel curls toward the office. “Please, go right in.”
David and I sat down in front of a gigantic mahogany desk. The governor plopped down in his Herman Miller, crossed his ankle over his knee, and leaned back.
“I’d like you to know, right off the bat, that I will answer all your questions openly. I can only hope that I will offer something of use, so we can catch the monster who did this to my right-hand man.” Gideon blew a boyish curl from his forehead. “Reprehensible,” he muttered.
“Where were you at fifteen hundred hours on October Sixth, Governor Shields?” David said, pulling out his notebook with a shaky hand.
“Well, I was still outside the courthouse talking to Senator Wolf, of course. It had been years since we had last met, and we had much catching up to do. I have plenty of witnesses to back up this truth,” Shields said, his eyes wide with innocence. “I’d be happy to give you names and numbers if that would help at all?”
“It would,” David said. “Who do you know that might have something against, Kramp?”
Gideon guffawed at this question. The governor slapped his thigh. “Oh, Chief Para Inspector, you’re too much!” Shields looked delighted. “The question would perhaps be better phrased as: ‘Who do I know that might NOT have something against Kramp.” Again, the governor's eyes danced with a humor that looked utterly empty and mirthless.
Shields leaned across his desk, so his handsome face was close to ours. “Kramp only had haters, CPI Trew. Barnabus’ line of work ensured that he would collect no devotees. Barny was compensated very well because of it.”
David didn’t react to Gideon’s jig. “What about someone who was ‘supposed’ to be close to Kramp? His wife? One of his colleagues in your inner circle?” The chief paused. “You?”
Gideon’s lips curled up as he pushed back from the desk and slumped back in his seat again.
“CPI Trew, has it escaped you that Kramp was my closest and most valuable aide?” Shields folded his hands on his lap and chuckled. “Who do you think got Barny that flimsy ruling?” The governor leaned forward again. “There’s no possible way I could wait for my second-in-command for a lifetime. Two years, though? Well, there’s a chance I could get by without Barnabus for two years.”
I wanted to smack his self-satisfied grin from his smarmy, tanned face.
“Still,” the governor said. “I wouldn’t suppose you’d do yourself any harm by visiting Zinnie Kramp and asking a few pertinent questions. Theirs wasn’t the happiest of marriages, as I’m sure you already know from past investigations.” Gideon paused. “In fact, Zinnie’s staying at the Fingernail Moon on your lovely isle right now. I believe she wanted to get away from the do-gooders and money-sniffers here, so she’s taking a break on Glessie.”
“Finger on the pulse, huh, governor?” David asked. Writing down Shields intel on Barnabus’ grieving widow.
“If you like,” the governor said looking directly into the chief’s eyes.
“What do you know about Warlock grenades?” David asked while he had eye contact with the slimy politician.
For a second, Gideon’s eyes flickered. “I only know that they are, oh, what would you say … passe?” He flicked a tongue over his perfect teeth. “Antiquated and charming, and good for nothing other than a plume of feeble flames? Inspector, you insult me. Does it look like I’m the kind of man to have the time to trifle with puny weapons such as these?”
“So there is such a thing as a Warlock grenade?” David asked, scribbling in his notebook. He looked at Shields over the rim of his glasses.
The governor’s lip twitched this time. I punched an imaginary fist in the air. Nice one, David! Nicely played!
“I’m sure I have no idea whether there is an actual weapon called a Warlock grenade. But, as I said, I’d have to say that if a Warlock saw fit to use a shell, then it would be quite ...well, cute.”
“I think you pretty much inferred just then that Warlock grenades were a ‘thing,’” I said, giving air quotations from my seat.
The governor shrugged. “I can hardly know what goes on with every Warlock in the land, now can I?”
“But, I’m sure your reach is pretty substantial,” David said. “Seeing as you’re the Chief Warlock now, and all.”
Shields shook his head and laughed. “Who’d have thought, huh? When did you find out?”
“I’m asking the questions here. Why did you decide to keep this fact concealed for so long? I mean, usually the wizarding community would know and announce the Warlock chief within days of the
last chief dying, no?”
“Are you suggesting that I should not have the option as to when I would like to announce my taking up of the mantle of Chief Warlock, chief?”
“I said it was unusual, nothing else,” David corrected.
“Well, unusual or not, I decided to make the appointment public when I felt the time was right. And, quite frankly, it’s nobody’s business as to when, where or how I make my new position known.”
Gideon’s eyes locked onto David’s. A battle of ‘the chiefs.’
“Is the same also true of your manifesto as head of the Warlock maven?” David asked.
Shields shifted in his seat. “I’m still new at this job, Chief Para Inspector.” He brushed some imaginary lint from his Armani pants. “As such, I’m putting some final touches into the manifesto, even now. All will become clear shortly, I can assure you.”
“Anything in there that might bring about tensions between the paranormals and Unawakened’s? No Warlock superiority campaigns or anything like that, I’m guessing?”
Shields held up his palms. “CPI Trew, I would only have that the Warlocks garner equal representation in all matters. Political, sociological and otherwise. Warlock decision making has been, for too long now, under delivered to the powers that be. I will absolutely be making changes to that current mechanism in the political arena.”
“I wonder what ideas are coming from the ‘Warlock Decision Making’ machine?” I couldn’t resist butting in.
“All in a timely manner,” Gideon replied, not taking his eyes off the chief.
“Sounds like a threat,” David said.
“Take it as you will,” Shields said, looking at his Rolex. “Look, I hate to be rude, but are there many more of these petty questions? I’m expected on a call in ten minutes, so I’m afraid I can really offer you no more of my precious time.” He slapped his hands on the desk as he rose from his seat to conclude our meeting.
“What are your goons doing blocking off Burning Peak?”
Gideon’s head turned slowly toward the chief. “Chief Para Inspector, if you can get a warrant to take a nosy around the Glimmer’s, then please, be my guest. But, I suspect that even Portia Fearwyn and her deep, black-ops outfits couldn’t get that permit.” Shields’ lips peeled back to reveal his chicklet teeth. “You see, CPI Trew, these are matters of Sovereignty. Rock Grumlin Sovereignty, to be precise. We are merely guarding their lands, as they have requested from us. The grumlin’s sovereign rights can’t be overturned, even if the license came from the Illuminati!” The governor clapped his hands together in a fit of childish glee.
“You snake,” I said giving him my own snake-eye.
“Yes. Quite. Now, if you’ll excuse me?” He didn’t wait for our response. Gideon Shields strode from the office, leaving the door wide open behind him.
David and I looked at one another. “He’s using the rock grumlin’s territorial rights for his own purposes,” I said, my stomach churning at the thought of these gentle creatures being so terribly exploited. I had images of them enslaved, in their caverns, being forced to mine the expensive diamonds. With no water, no food, no view to an end of their labor.
“It sucks, I know,” David said. He looked crestfallen. “The least we can do is go out there now, and see if the waterfall entrance is still an option. Hopefully, Dilwyn’s waiting there already. Maybe we get the chance to talk to one of them little critters, and find out how they’re doing.”
I sighed. “Sure you don’t want to get back? You didn’t look too good earlier, you know,” I chided.
“Hat,” David looked directly into my eyes. “I’m okay. I need some sleep, sure. And, maybe some vegetables or something, but I’m not going to die on you, alright?”
I reached out and squeezed my friend’s arm.
“Well, I guess we’re here now on Cathedral, and it would make sense to go to Burning Peak while we’re here, as opposed to flying back here later.” I tried to make rational judgments just to block out David’s suffering.
Besides, if there was still a way into the heart of the Glimmer Mountains, then I wanted to see it for myself`.
“So,” my friend interrupted. “Think the governor’s hiding something?”
“David, let’s be clear on this. I think Gideon Grotesque Shields is hiding everything.”
The chief chuckled. “True,” he said. “But, do you think he killed Kramp? Or, rather, tried to have him killed?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know. I honestly don’t. I mean, Kramp was Gideon’s right-hand man. I think he did the bulk of Shields’ legal lifting, you know?”
David tugged on his chin. “I know. It doesn’t seem to make any sense that the governor would ‘off’ Kramp,” he said. “But, on the other hand, I bet Barnabus had a chestful of unsavory information on our curly haired charmer.”
I nodded. I could only imagine the dirt that Barnabus Kramp had likely been forced to stow away on behalf of this sleazy governor.
“But, he claims to have an alibi. Or, alibis. A conversation with Senator Wolf outside the courthouse, which he asserts wrapped up after the blast occurred.”
“Well, we’ll see if his statement pans out soon enough,” David said. “He’s to provide the names and numbers of his alibis by the end of day today. Hopefully, he’ll have called them into the station by the time we get back to Gless Inlet.”
I dipped my head in agreement.
“What do you make of his reaction to your ‘Warlock Weapon’ question?”
“Oh, he knows about this weapon. Sure, it might be too puny a munition for our extravagant governor to want to concern himself with, but he knows that this is a Warlock made device.”
“I got the same feeling,” I said. “Hopefully we can get it to Orville Nugget before Talisman officials whisk it away. Goddess, so much to do!”
My friend shrugged in agreement. “Tell me about it. Our work is racking up.”
“What about Zinnie Kramp?” I asked, changing the subject. “We going to question her when we get back to Glessie?”
“A little lunch and a daytime brew wouldn’t hurt any, I guess,” David replied.
It had been a while since I’d occupied a barstool at the Fingernail Moon. I smiled at the thought of chatting with the Moon’s friendly bartender and landlord, Horace Mangler.
“I guess it’s also a less informal environment, too,” I said. “Should help Zinnie relax somewhat, and hopefully encourage her to answer our questions.”
“Exactly.”
David hopped onto his broom and looked at me. “Ready?”
“I am,” I said with mock severity.
The chief and I took to the skies. To the hopefully secret waterfall that tumbled by the side of Burning Peak, where we hoped to meet Dilwyn Werelamb and gain access into the mountain.
I silently prayed that we wouldn’t run into any trouble with the Chief Warlock’s henchmen.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Dilwyn Werelamb was waiting for David and me at the waterfall. Along with every member of The Infiniti.
Poor Dilwyn was overrun by black fur.
“Guys! What’s going on?” I demanded, leaping the final three feet or so from my broom. “I told you all to stay back at the apothecary.”
Eight faces turned to me and gave me their own version of the ‘slow blink.’ They knew this simple, unbearably cute, eye-action would have me agreeing to their every whim. And, it worked like a charm this time too.
“Okay, I get it, I know you want to know what’s going on. But, you can’t just crowd Mr.Werelamb’s broom like that. It’s not fair, and it’s dangerous. I know what you guys are all like together when you’re airborne.”
David landed behind me with a bit of a scuffle. He gave the cats a wan smile before he spoke to me. “Told you they’d do exactly what they wanted.”
I shook my head and turned to our mutual friend. A friend who might help translate if we got into any conversations with the rock grumlins.
“Dilwyn, thanks so much for coming on short notice,” I said, shaking his hand, and putting a grateful hand on top of his. “David and I came from the east; to the right of the mountain.” I pointed to the approximate air-path we took. “Did you run into any of the governor’s men?”
Behind Dilwyn’s head, Jet paced to and fro. “Yep, we saw them, yep. They didn’t see us, tho’, on account we was too high, yep.” Jet patted Werelamb’s back. “Dilwyn here took us high up in the clouds, yep, then dropped us into the waterfall cave here, yep, yep.” My zippy cat had dropped down to a crouch to better convey the maneuver our farmer-friend had just pulled off.
I grabbed David’s arm. “They don’t know about it,” I said smiling like a maniac. I whirled toward my kitties. “Shields and his men haven’t found this place yet!”
My cats beamed at the good news. Dilwyn just scratched his head with an engine oil covered hand.
“Mr. Werelamb, we brought you out here because we remembered you helped us out the last time we communicated with the grumlins,” David offered by way of explaining the request for Werelamb’s services.
Dilwyn craned his neck to survey the area. “Don’t look like there are many of them rock critters here to talk to, anyway,” he drawled.
“That’s true. And, it’s probable we won’t even see one. We have reason to believe that Shields is keeping them hostage in their own stomping grounds. I don’t think the grumlins are being given much of a chance to converse with the outside world, right now,” the chief said.
“That don’t seem very fair,” Dilwyn said, looking a little more engaged now.
“It’s not. And, it’s something we’d like to stop. But, right now, there are other more pressing issues to deal with. We need to get into that mountain, Mr. Werelamb,” David said, flicking his head toward the waterfall and the steep wall behind it.
“For that dragon-heart? The Tiamat Stone?” Dilwyn’s eyes were sharp and clear, and they didn’t waver as he asked CPI Trew the questions.
David’s mouth worked but he couldn’t answer, so I stepped in to help make Dilwyn’s obvious knowledge of the stone a little more digestible for my friend.
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