Free Wild Cards [02] Aces High by George R.R. Martin Page B

and use his latest power to persuade the receptionist that he was expected, that he was a pathologist from Bellevue who had been called over by a friend on the staff to consult on a forensic peculiarity. He toyed for a moment with the names Malone and Welby, settled upon Anderson. He would then cause the receptionist to summon someone with the authority to take him downstairs and find him his John Doe. He would place that person under control, get the body and its belongings, transfer it to a baggy, and walk out, causing everyone he passed to forget he had been by. Certainly a lot simpler than more strenuous tactics he had had to employ over the years. He smiled at the classic simplicity of it-no violence, no memory. . . .
    When he arrived at the aluminum-paneled building of blue and white glazed brick, he told the cab driver to go on by and drop him at the next corner. There were two police cars parked in front and a shattered door lay before the place. The presence of police at a morgue did not seem that untoward an occurrence, but the broken door aroused his sense of caution._ He handed the driver a fifty and told him to wait. He strolled past the place once and looked inside. Several of the police were visible, apparently talking with employees.
    This did not seem an ideal time to proceed with his plan. On the other hand, he could not afford to go away without finding out what had happened. So he turned when he reached the corner, and headed back. He entered without hesitation, looking about quickly.
    A man in civvies who was standing with the police turned suddenly in his direction and stared. Croyd did not like that stare at all. It pulled the floor out from under his stomach and made his hands tingle.
    He reached out immediately with his new power, heading directly toward the man, forcing a smile as he moved.
    It's okay. You want to talk to me and do exactly as I say. Wave you hand now, say, "Hi, Jim!" in a loud voice and walk over to the side there with me.
    "Hi, Jim!" the man said, moving to join Croyd.
    No! Judas thought. Too damned fast. Nailed me as soon as I spotted him. .. We can use this guy. . . . "Plainclothes?" Croyd asked him.
    "Yes," the man felt himself wanting to answer. "What's your name?"
    "Matthias."
    "What happened here?"
    "A body was stolen."
    "Which one?"
    "A John Doe."
    "Can you describe it?"
    "Looked like a big bug-grasshopper legs . . "
    "Shit!" Croyd said. "What about his possessions?"
    "There weren't any possessions."
    Several of the uniformed officers were glancing in their direction now. Croyd gave his next order mentally. Matthias turned toward the uniforms.
    "Just a minute, guys," he called. "Business."
    Damn! he thought. This one will come in handy. You can't hold me like this forever, fella. . . .
    "How'd it happen?" Croyd asked.
    "A guy came in here a little while ago, went downstairs, forced an attendant to show him the compartment, took the body out, and left with it."
    "Nobody tried to stop him?"
    "Sure they did. Four of them are on their way to the hospital as a result. The guy was an ace."
    "Which one?"
    "The one who wrecked Rockefeller Plaza last fall."
    "Darlingfoot?"
    "Yeah, that's the one."
    "Don't . . . Don't ask any more, whether I'm involved, whether I hired him, whether I'm running a cover-up now. . . ."
    "Which way did he go with it?"
    "Northwest."
    "On foot?"
    "That's what the witnesses said-big, twenty-foot leaps." As soon as you let me go, sucker, I'm calling in the nukes on you.
    "Hey, why'd you turn and look at me the way you did when I came in?"
    Damn!
    "I felt that an ace had just walked through the door."
    "How'd you know?"
    "I'm an ace myself. That's my power-spotting other aces."
    "Useful talent for a cop, I guess. Well, listen close. You are now going to forget you ever met me, and you won't notice me leaving. You're just going to walk on over to that fountain and get a drink, then walk back and join your buddies. If anyone asks who you were talking to, you'll