Free Kill the Dead by Richard Kadrey Page A

tell your fortune?”
    “Excuse me?”
    I pick up a pen from the counter.
    “Give me your hand a minute.”
    He tries to pull both of his hands away, but I’m faster by a mile and get a death grip on his right wrist. His heart is pumping as fast as the Bugatti’s engine. He wants to yell for security, but he can’t even open his mouth. I don’t want the poor guy to stroke out, so I draw a single Hellion character on the palm of his hand, and then ball it closed. It’s a mind trick I saw Azazel use a few times on his dumber enemies. It’s like sticking the magic word in a golem’s mouth. The clerk’s eyes glaze over and he stares past me at nothing in particular.
    “Can you hear me, hotshot?”
    He smiles at me. It’s nice this time. Like he’s a human talking to another human.
    “Yes, of course. How can I help you?”
    “I need you to tell me the names of your extra-special guests. Not princes or movie stars. Your really special guests.”
    He looks away and taps something into the computer terminal behind the desk.
    “We only have one guest who sounds like the kind of person you’re looking for. A Mr. Macheath.”
    Another point for Kasabian. Alice loved
The Threepenny Opera
and I played the 1930s German version at the store a few times when I was extra drunk and maudlin. Kasabianmust have told Lucifer. I wonder what else I let slip that he could pass on to his boss.
    “Yeah, that’ll be him. Where’s his room?”
    “That particular room isn’t a where. It’s a when.”
    “Say that again, but use smaller words.”
    The clerk laughs a little. I might have to leave him like this.
    “You take the elevator to the top floor. On the east wall you’ll see a very beautiful old grandfather clock. Open the cabinet where the pendulum swings and hold it to one side. Count to three and step into the cabinet.”
    “Inside the grandfather clock?”
    “Of course, you’re not actually stepping into the clock, but through it. A kind of time membrane that opens into the room. I don’t know if the room is forward or backward in time, but I’m sure it’s one of those.”
    “I’ll try it. Thanks.”
    “Thank you. And Mr. Macheath.”
    “How are you feeling right now?”
    “Wonderful, sir. Thank you for asking.”
    “Yeah, that’s going to wear off in a while, so enjoy it while it lasts.”
    “Thank you. I will.”
    I go to the elevator and get out on the top floor. The grandfather clock is where he said it would be. I don’t pick up any hoodoo from it, so I open the front and grab the pendulum.
    One. Two. Three.
    I push the pendulum to the side and step through.
    And come out in a room so big, so stuffed with goldenstatues, marble, and antiques, that Caligula would think it’s tacky.
    “You’re late.”
    Lucifer stands by a marble pillar as big around as a redwood. A tailor is marking his suit with chalk, doing a final fitting.
    “I would have been here early if you and Kasabian weren’t playing name games with me.”
    “You should have noticed that little detail before or factored in more time to work it out when you arrived.”
    “Kas said you hated it when people were late.”
    “I hate when people I pay aren’t doing their best work. You’re a smarter boy than you act, Jimmy. You need to start taking things more seriously.”
    “I’m taking this room seriously. This is what Liberace’s nightmares must have looked like.”
    Lucifer turns around and looks at me. He’s an angel, so I can’t read him at all.
    He tilts his head slightly and says, “Love the coat. Are you on your way to the O.K. Corral?”
    I nod.
    “Yeah, it’s a little Doc Holliday, but it’s called a rifle coat for a reason. I can hide a double-barreled shotgun under here. Or do you want me in slippers and a sweater vest, fighting off your enemies with a hot cocoa?”
    “Not now, but when you come back down below, I hope you’ll fight that way in the arena.”
    “Is that why you’re here? To take me back?”
    He