Dragons Wild gm-1

by Robert Asprin

  “Actually, I was kinda lookin’ for you, Mr. Griffen,” the street entertainer said. “Can we talk for a few? Maybe over by the river?”

  A small alarm sounded in Griffen’s mind.

  “I’m sort of in a hurry,” he said casually. “Can we do it another time?”

  “It’s really important,” Slim said, his voice flat.

  Griffen stared at him for a long moment.

  “Do we have a problem, Slim?” he said.

  “That’s what I want to find out,” the entertainer said. “Shall we?”

  He gestured toward the Moonwalk.

  Griffen continued to hesitate.

  “You know, Slim,” he said carefully, “I haven’t had much luck with surprise meetings lately.”

  “Yeah, I heard about that,” Slim said. “But I ain’t no damn dope dealer ambushing you. I’m coming to you head on and axing to talk.”

  Griffen made his decision.

  “Lead on,” he said, gesturing for Slim to precede him.

  The two men walked through the parking lot beside the Jackson Brewery, now a small shopping center of stores, crossed the railroad and cable-car tracks, and emerged on the Moonwalk by the paddle wheeler, Natchez, silent and deserted at this hour.

  Slim motioned for Griffen to sit on one of the benches lining the Moonwalk, while he himself stood staring at the river and the tour boat. After a minute or two passed, Griffen began to grow restless.

  “So. What can I do for you, Slim?” he said, breaking the silence.

  “I’ve been hearing a lot about you, Mr. Griffen,” Slim said, not turning around. “Some of it good. Some, not so good. Been watching you myself trying to figure you out, but I can’t make up my mind. I’ve finally decided to talk with you direct.”

  The man turned and faced Griffen, his arms folded across his chest.

  “What is it you’re doin’ in my town, Mr. Griffen?”

  “I thought that was common knowledge,” Griffen said. “Mose has asked me to take over his gambling operation, and he and Jerome have been teaching me the ropes.”

  “And what else?” Slim pressed.

  “Might I ask, first, what your interest in all this is?” Griffen countered.

  Slim gave him a smile that held no humor at all.

  “Take a look over your shoulder and figure it out yourself.”

  Griffen turned slowly in his seat and looked back.

  Rats! Twenty…no, closer to thirty of the large wharf creatures were arrayed in a loose half circle with him at the focal point. They weren’t snuffling around or foraging for food. Instead, they were sitting silently and staring at him.

  A totally inappropriate thought flashed through Griffen’s mind—he was glad he hadn’t picked up the remake of Willard on DVD.

  With an effort, he broke off his examination of the animals and turned back to Slim.

  “So,” he said. “You’re one of those. The animal control people or hoodoos or whatever.”

  The street entertainer grimaced.

  “Never did like that name,” he said. “We aren’t really a group. We don’t have meetings or conduct rituals or anything. We’re just a few people with the same skills who know each other. Can’t rightly see why anyone would want to try to take us over.”

  “Me neither,” Griffen said. “Least of all, me. I’ve got enough on my plate already.”

  “That ain’t exactly the way it was told to me,” Slim said.

  “Yeah. I heard that someone had given you folks some cock-and-bull story about my having a hidden agenda,” Griffen said. “Well, I’m telling you, man to man, that I have no interest in controlling your group or trying to use it in any way. I might like to sit down and talk with you someday, but that’s pure curiosity. If you didn’t want to share your secrets, well and good. That’s your call.”

  “Uh-huh,” Slim said. “Of course, that’s what you’d say if you were hatching some kind of plan.”

  “So, what am I supposed to do to prove it?” Griffen said. “I’m already doing nothing. I haven’t even tried to contact any of you, much less cozy up to anyone.”

  “Isn’t that what I told you before?”

  Both men turned. Rose was sitting on the next bench. Neither man had seen her approach.

  To say the least, Griffen was relieved to see her.

  “Are you in this, Rose?” Slim said. “Are you taking his side?”

  “Don’t need to,” Rose said. “The man’s a dragon, and a strong one. He doesn’t need any help from me.”

  Suddenly, Griffen was less relieved.

  “Well then, have you maybe got an idea ’bout how we can resolve this?” Slim said.

  “I’ve been thinking on it,” Rose said. “Seems to me the only way Griffen here can convince you that he’s not after you folks is for him to prove to you that he doesn’t need you.”

  “And just how is he supposed to do that?” Slim said.

  Rose turned her attention directly on Griffen for the first time that night.

  “Show him,” she said.

  Griffen blinked and cocked his head at her.

  She gave him a small wink and nodded her head.

  He turned his attention on the rats.

  They moved forward in a loose line, passed under the bench he was sitting on filtering by his feet, then stopped in their original formation…but halfway between Griffen and Slim with their eyes focused on the entertainer.

  Slim moved back a step. The rats followed.

  The entertainer looked at Griffen and nodded slowly. Griffen nodded back.

  Suddenly the rats scattered, disappearing into the shadows and over the edge of the pier.

  Silence reigned for a long minute. Then Slim stepped forward and held out his hand.

  “I appreciate your takin’ the time to speak with me, Mr. Griffen,” he said as they shook hands. “If you’d like to talk about this further sometime, I’ll be happy to exchange information with you.”

  Turning, he walked away down the Moonwalk without looking back.

  “How did you know I was strong enough to do that?” Griffen said after the entertainer had gone. “I’ve never tried anything like that before.”

  “I didn’t know for sure,” Rose said. “I knew Mose had been working with you, though, and it seemed like a good time to see how far you had developed.”

  She stood up and started to walk away, then turned back.

  “You know, don’t you, that this isn’t the real problem,” she said. “The big question is who pointed these folks at you and why.”

  “Mose is working on it,” Griffen replied.

  “Tell him to work harder.”

  Forty-eight

  “I miss the cards,” Griffen said.

  “Who are you kidding, lover, you are just fighting the urge to stack up the dominos and knock them down like a kid,” Fox Lisa teased from his left side, carefully arranging her hand.

  “He is, isn’t he? I’m amazed you’ve lasted this long, lover,” Mai put in from his other side.

  The two women paused a moment to narrow their eyes at each other, as they seemed to do every time one of them used that pet name for Griffen. But they were too busy smirking to hold it long.

  “If everyone is done over there?” Mose said.

  He was sitting opposite Griffen at the table, and was amused as hell by the whole setup.

  “All right,” Mai said looking at the hands. “Griffen loses outright, Fox pushes, and Mose wins. Again. You’ve got to be cheating.”

  “How could I cheat? You brought the dominos.” His eyes twinkled.

  The group was at Griffen’s apartment and playing pai gow, or rather learning it under Mai’s careful instruction. Though usually it was played with more, Mai had handled the invites. That had triggered a few warning bells in Griffen’s head, but he was glad that Mose was getting a chance to look her over. He wanted advice later on the whole situation with the Eastern dragons. Tonight, though, dragon talk was kept to a minimum.
Mainly because of Fox Lisa’s presence. Instead, they talked gambling, and played.

  Each hand used, instead of cards, four Chinese dominoes, with pairs being made and scored. To win, both pairs in a hand had to meet the dealers pairs, but a “push” was achieved if the front hand, or lower scored pair, beat the dealer’s front hand but the rear hand, the other pair, lost. Then the player broke even. If neither pair beat the dealer’s, as in Griffen’s case, it was an outright loss and away went his money. Mose was building quite a stack of Griffen’s money, and enjoying it.

  Mai dealt the next round, and went through a brief reminder of the Gee Joons, Gongs, Wongs, and pairs. Griffen watched the shuffling of the tiles, which was itself intricate and fairly ritualistic, and once again failed to remember the pattern. He just hoped he never had to play dealer for out of town gamers. In a lot of ways, he felt like he was back in school again.

  Well, except in school, he hadn’t ever been between two such interesting and unpredictable women. He was getting damn confused by all the mixed signals floating around—between the gentle teasing, the taunts at each other, and the occasional wandering hand under the table. He also had them laughing about him over his head, helping each other cheat him out of money, and pulling Mose into their act when he made any serious mistakes. He should have run when he found out that Mai had arranged the seating.

  “Fan-tan was easier. Let’s go back to that,” he said.

  “No way, Grifter, it’s easy because it’s far too close to pure chance. I like a little strategy,” Fox Lisa said.

  “Besides, you need to learn this, at least well enough that you can fake it,” Mai said.

  “And you quit too easily sometimes, youngster. Stick that chin up for another blow and put more of your money on the table.”

  Mose’s eyes shone more and more. With Griffen as a convenient target, he could lean back and enjoy things completely. The ladies were having far too much fun tormenting him. Fox Lisa leaned over and poked the bills Griffen pulled out and put on the table. She winked at Mose.

  “I know whose pocket this came from, but whose money is it really?” she said.

  “Oh, my, that was a low blow,” Mai said.

  Mai was purring.

  “It’ll be mine soon. Mose, you are dealing for a while,” Mai said.

  “Ha! Wondered why you invited me,” Mose said.

  “Why to discuss my connections interested in your gambling ring, honored sir.”

  Mai batted her eyelashes, and Griffen choked on his drink.

  “Honored sir! That’s it; I’m heading to the nearest bomb shelter,” he said.

  Griffen started to rise and the girls, laughing, grabbed his arms and yanked him back into his seat. Mose laughed with them as Griffen pretended to struggle. He decided to dodge the inquiry.

  “That’s between you and Griffen, I’m just here to play.”

  Mai nodded her head gracefully, and pushed the dominoes his way. If anything, he shuffled faster and with more skill than she had, and Griffen once again failed to be able to keep track.

  The night progressed at about that speed, though despite being outclassed and distracted, Griffen did pick up the rules fairly quickly. It was not a highly complicated game, though it had touches based more on aesthetics than anything else. Which made it highly different from anything commonly seen in Western gambling.

  After about an hour more, Mose rose and stretched. He started to gather up his winnings, and his coat, and took his glass to the kitchen sink.

  “Well, kids, it’s about time I moseyed home. Can’t keep up these late hours anymore,” he said.

  The others exchanged a glance, not believing it in the least.

  “Need an escort home, Mose?” Griffen asked, rising from the table.

  “Lad, you are a fool if you’d part such charming company for an old man. I can take care of myself. Though I will have a word outside with you if you’ll pardon us.”

  Outside, Mose paused to look up at the sky. Despite being in a city, there were always a few stars visible in the fairly subdued lighting of the Quarter. A bright sliver of moon hung over the sky. He didn’t look at Griffen as he spoke.

  “Young Dragon, you be careful with that one,” he said.

  “Which one?”

  “Don’t get cute, Grifter. I’m serious. My dealings with the Asian dragons hasn’t been much, but that is one dangerous lady. She will always have her own agenda, and you will never, ever, know what it is in whole. I think she honestly likes you, but that doesn’t make one bit of difference. And when dealing with her, don’t ever think that what you say is exactly what she hears.”

  “Yeah, I had figured that out. I think.”

  “Good. Now forget it for a night and go back in and enjoy yourself. Those two are planning the kind of night that is inevitable. Don’t fight your destiny.”

  Mose smiled to himself and walked away. Griffen blinked and turned back into the apartment.

  Fox Lisa and Mai watched him with a gleam that made him think of women looking at an intricate, seven-layered, chocolate confection. Something sinful and sensual but when all is said and done, something to be devoured. He closed the door behind him and surrendered to destiny.

  Somehow, strip pai gow really did make it easier to remember the rules.

  Forty-nine

  One thing that Nathaniel truly seemed to revel in was taking Valerie out to dinner. She was such a contradiction at the dinner table. Poised and elegant, but with the same enthusiasm in indulgence that she always showed. Every reaction to each new treat was magnified, and for some reason her palate seemed to be fairly limited. He kept managing to find new dishes that she had never tried, and each time she attacked the new dish with childlike glee and ravenous hunger.

  That evening, they were dining at the Rib Room, the hotel restaurant at the Omni Royal Orleans. It was New Orleans elegant, without the coat and tie rule of Antoine’s.

  They had just gotten through their appetizers, chatting companionably, when Nathaniel stiffened violently. Valerie paused, forkful of crab cake halfway to her mouth. She rarely saw such sudden reactions in him, and this one left her puzzled. She turned in her seat, and if anything her expression became more confused. Coming through the door were Griffen and Mai.

  “Nathaniel, what’s wrong?”

  “Well, uh…”

  By now the maitre d’ had stepped up to the two and started to lead them to a table. Griffen saw Valerie, and a surprised smile lit his face. She realized that was a good thing, for if he had been coming just to check out her and Nathaniel on a date, she would have been seriously pissed. Griffen leaned over to whisper into Mai’s ear. She turned toward Valerie and Nathaniel, and the smile that had started to blossom froze instantly. So did her step.

  Nathaniel and Mai stared at each other as the McCandles looked from their dates to each other, uncertain.

  Mai straightened her back and an angry hiss escaped between gritted teeth. Nathaniel winced, and pushed his chair back. Just enough to stand and run without hesitation. Mai stalked forward, and suddenly every eye was on her. She dripped with anger, but the sway of her hips and the arc of her step was as sensual as it was dangerous. Griffen’s jaw dropped noticeably as he watched her from behind, and even Valerie was captivated.

  “Nathaniel,” Mai said, voice dripping venom.

  “Careful, Mai, you will corrode the silverware.”

  Nathaniel made a negligent wave with his hand, and suddenly attention all around the room drifted away from Mai. The sudden and instant allure she had was broken, and conversations started up again. Griffen approached cautiously, shaking his head as if to clear it. Mai hissed again.

  “How dare you,” she said.

  “Compensate for your lack of control? It isn’t as if I don’t have practice.”

  Nathaniel’s tone was almost unchanged. His usual confidence leaving it seemingly unhurried and unworried. However, his eyes kept drifting to the door, and to Valerie.

  “
Almost as much practice as you have in causing others to lose theirs.”

  Mai’s eyes fell on Valerie directly. She stopped and stared, and comprehension dawned in her eyes. For an instant, her composure softened, then she turned back to Nathaniel and, if anything, her anger was magnified. Griffen thought he should interfere before someone got hurt.

  “I take it you two know each other?” Griffen said.

  “You might say that,” Nathaniel said.

  “I know more than he wants you to know,” Mai said, then addressed Nathaniel. “How’s Malinda?”

  It was Griffen’s turn to stiffen.

  “That was unnecessary, and probably very unwise.” Nathaniel sighed. “But since you ask, Mother is fine.”

  “What is going on here!?”

  Valerie slammed her hand into the table. The fork, forgotten, buried itself into the surface and permanently imbedded a bit of crab cake into the wood. Nathaniel reached out and rested a hand on hers, talking a bit more quickly, though very soothingly.

  “Nothing, my dear. A jealous and very ex-associate who wants to ruin an otherwise fine evening.”

  “Stop that,” Mai said, looking at Valerie. “Stop it right now or I swear I’ll kill you like I should have last time.”

  “Oh, really, there is no need to be so melodramatic,” Nathaniel said.

  “I am not quite sure what you two have between you. But if you are doing anything to my sister at this moment, I will do worse than anything Mai can think of.”

  All attention went to Griffen as he spoke. His voice was both cold and hot at once, and he seemed to swell with anger. His hand, which had been resting lightly on Mai’s waist, had begun to show the first signs of scales. Nathaniel very, very carefully let go of Valerie’s hand, and leaned back in his chair again.

  “Very well, then it is over,” Nathaniel said. “You understand, of course, Mr. McCandles, this will change the game between yours and mine. Though not immediately.”

  “I’m not sure which of you three I am supposed to be angry at just now. So someone just answer my question.” Valerie’s hand clenched and Mai sighed.

  “I suppose this is not the place. Well, time for an age-old escape. Valerie, let’s head to the ladies’ room. Lover, don’t kill the twip in public. We’ll be right back.”