Free Book 1 - Sweet Silver Blues by Glen Cook Page B

Garrett?”
    “Where are the women?”
    “Right there. You can’t
see . . . ?”
    “I don’t see them on the boat. You don’t get
squat till I think it’s too late for you to screw me
over.”
    “Why would I do that?”
    “I don’t know. You haven’t shown a lot of
sense so far.”
    “You won’t needle me into doing something stupid,
Garrett.”
    “I don’t have to. You do fine without me. Get those
women over here.” Master Arbanos was ready to cast off.
    “What guarantee do I have that you’re not cheating
us?”
    I ticked off points. “One: I always play these things
straight. You know my reputation. Two: I don’t need the
papers for anything. Three: I know who you are, so I don’t
have to mess with you now. I can come for your head whenever I want
it.”
    “Keep talking tough, Garrett. You’ll get
burned.”
    “Maybe you’ll send Barbera after me?”
    His mouth tightened even more. He jerked around, jumped to the
wharf, gestured at his goons. They released the women. I waved them
toward
Sequin.
    They came forward slowly. I guess they thought blood would fly
any second.
    Vasco stopped a few steps from the edge of the wharf. “So
where are the papers, Garrett?”
    I didn’t have anything to say. He was still between me and
the women. I just sort of looked around like a bored sightseer.
    That’s when I spotted the two guys from Morley’s
place, Big One and Ugly One. Not together, but both hanging around,
relaxed, just part of the crowd eye-balling the goings-on.
    I backed up a couple of steps like I was giving the gals room to
jump aboard. I whispered down to Morley, who was crouched between
onion sacks, “Take a peek at the guy sitting on the cotton
bales.”
    “Give, Garrett,” Vasco said.
    I ignored him. The women had a few yards to go yet. Even
Rose’s sour face had begun to show some hope.
    Master Arbanos began letting lines go.
    Morley whispered, “I see him. What about him?”
    “Who is he?”
    “How the hell should I know? I never saw him
before.”
    “I did. Once. The other night. Hanging around with the big
guy over there leaning against those navy pork barrels.” I
started to tell him where and when, then decided it might be wise
to save a little something for my old age.
    “I don’t know him, either,” Morley said.
    “Give, Garrett.” Vasco had just about decided I was
going to cheat him. He started after the women.
    “Run!” I yelled at them. And to Vasco,
“They’re in a box in an abandoned house on the Way of
the Harlequin, half a block west of Wizard’s
Reach.”
    “It’s your ass if they aren’t,
Garrett.”
    “Anytime you think you can take a piece of it, Vasco.
Anytime.”
    The boat began to drift away from the wharf. The women took my
advice, sprinted and jumped. A delectable bundle of goodies plopped
into my arms. Morley popped up and caught Rose, making suitable
purrs at the advent of unexpected treasures. I tossed him a
sneer.
    Vasco trotted away, barking orders at his troops.
    I couldn’t restrain a chuckle.
    “What’s so funny?” Tinnie asked. She made no
effort to peel herself from me. I thought about pushing her
away—sometime next week.
    “Just imagining what might happen when they try to collect
those papers.”
    “You mean you lied to them?”
    The wharf was fifteen feet away now. Ugly One got down off the
cotton bales. He paid us no special attention. And I had trouble
paying him any, either. Tinnie would not hold still.
    “Oh, no. I told him the truth. I just didn’t tell
him all of it.”
    “Amateurs,” Morley said, taking a break from Rose,
who was doing to him what Tinnie was to me. “They had any
professional smarts at all, they’d know that’s the Dead
Man’s place. Slick, Garrett. Remind me not to get on your
wrong side. You’re so slick you’d slide
uphill.”
    I glanced at the two men on the wharf and wondered.
    “I told you I was going with you, Garrett,” Rose
crowed, as if she had planned the whole thing. She