Free Book 11 - Whispering Nickel Idols by Glen Cook

I?”
    “Not now. Now I need you wide-awake and alert. I’m going to bring
Dad out.”
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    Melondie Kadare plopped onto my shoulder. Her aerial navigation was
erratic. “You been nipping the Gold, Bug?”
    “Just a little. They’re watching too close. I thought this was
supposed to turn into a big brawl.”
    “Everybody did. What’s up?”
    “There’s a situation shaping up outside. Those ugly men who tried to
break into our house are prowling around, looking for trouble.”
    “They’re here?” Too many puzzles for one night.
    “Yup.”
    “Why would they want to get into it with this bunch?”
    “Garrett, none of them look smart enough to put on a hat when it
rains. They don’t know what’s going on here. They don’t care. They
might not care if they did know.” Then she confided, “I think they’re
after that girlie boy. That Penny. She was skulking around out there,
too. Maybe they followed her.”
    “Did they?”
    “We maybe haven’t been paying enough attention. Blair and Russ
figured out how to get some wine.”
    “The rats aren’t drinking, too, are they?”
    “I don’t know about the little ones. The big ones got a taste or
two.”
    I wanted to bark and howl and go spank Singe. Instead, I said,
“Melondie, slide back out there and keep an eye out. I’ll send help if
I can.”
    She needed three tries to line up the window well enough to buzz
through the gap.
    Tharpe and his cohorts were now enjoying their own little party
within the party. I went to visit. “Saucerhead.”
    “Man, Garrett, here you come in one of your moods. What’s up?”
    “There’re some guys in green pants outside, looking for trouble. The
drivers might not be able to handle it themselves.”
    “You lank-shank sack a camel snot…”
    I left too soon to appreciate Tharpe’s full list of my horrible
shortcomings. I know what they are, anyway. Tinnie keeps me posted.
    I got back to my table just as the guest of honor came out.
    Belinda had gotten Chodo looking presentable. He appeared to be
asleep in his chair, not incapacitated.
    That impression lasted only briefly.
    Silence filled Whitefield Hall. Although there had been rumors,
they’d been disregarded because the Outfit retained its Contague edge.
But here was proof that Chodo Contague wasn’t the Boss anymore.
Clearly, he hadn’t been in charge for a long time.
    A neatly arranged blanket covered his lap and legs. His bony talons
lay in his lap, right on left. His bare forearms were purplish. His
chin rested on his chest. He drooled.
    Hard men there were appalled and repelled.
    Belinda said, “The guest of honor. My father. Chodo Contague.
Celebrating his sixtieth birthday. Let’s toast the man responsible for
our prosperity.”
    The shock waned under the weight of wine and good cheer. Some shill
burst into song. Others picked it up. A few wondered what this meant to
the overall organization.
    I caught snippets. Some saw this as a chance to improve themselves.
But they couldn’t concentrate, even though they kept talking about
trying.
    I was ten feet away when Chodo came to life, though only just
barely. He raised his chin three inches, the effort herculean. His
whole body shook. His gaze found me momentarily.
    A kitten leaped desperately toward his lap.
    The hall slammed into darkness. Then fire exploded as the decorative
lamps shattered and spewed burning oil. People pounded their clothing,
to kill the flames there. The air began to heat up.
    So did panic.
    The latter included Belinda, who ran blindly.
    This definitely wasn’t on her program.
    I caught her, gripped her arm with one hand, and spun Chodo’s chair
with the other, headed them toward the kitchen. Everybody else rushed
the front door.
    Morley quickly sent his troops to fight the fires. He keeps a cool
head however filthy the scat storm gets. When even queens of the
underworld are losing control, Morley stands short, proud and calm.
    A swarm of cats streamed past. Rats were in motion, too.