Free Book 05 - Dread Brass Shadows by Glen Cook Page A

tallest didn't reach my kneecap. They were feisty little buggers.
    I stood and gawked while they stomped off, cocky because they'd intimidated one of the big people. I didn't get around to cussing back because I was numb. You don't often see gnomes. Not in town. They look kind of like miniature dwarves who sometimes find time to shave. "What next?" I muttered, and "Never mind! I don't want to find out." Just in case my guardian angel was going to grant my every wish.
    I reported to the Dead Man. He seemed more interested in the gnomes and centaurs than in what had happened to me. I held my tongue while he mulled, what I'd gotten from his pal Gnorst, then digested the news about Squirrel. Then he queried,
Why do you not want the killer to have been the woman Winger?
    "I liked her. In an off-the-wall sort of way. She had balls that drag the ground."
    You get your priorities scrambled. You mentioned her name to Mr. Crask and Mr. Sadler.
    "I did indeed. I wasn't thinking clearly at the time. A mistake, but with some justification." They would find her and ask her some hard questions. Unless she did the unlikely and headed for her home village fast. Like about the day before yesterday.
    You did not mention the book.
    "I was playing with pain. I managed to think a little. I thought I should keep something to myself."
    Wise decision. If for the wrong reason. Consider the power of the book, then consider that in the hands of Chodo Contague.
    I did. And maybe had before, unconsciously. "Not a good plan."
    Not for anyone but Chodo Contague. A fancy keeps floating through your mind. It may not be as difficult as you think.
    "What?" He'd blindsided me again.
    To find an eyewitness to the Squirrel person's demise.
    "You're kidding. Chodo's in it. People are going to sew their lips together."
    He does not intimidate everyone.
    "You weren't there, Fearless One. Everybody that he don't intimidate is buried. Or soon will be."
    You noted considerable aerial activity out there. How often do fairies and pixies catch your attention? More often than children and pets? Generally such remain part of the background unless they force themselves upon you. And in that you are not unique. The Squirrel person's killer probably was careful about witnesses, but did not think to check the air above.
    "It's an idea. One of your more outrageous ones, but an idea. How am I supposed to con some witness into talking?"
    Pass word to the fairy and pixie communities saying you will pay for information about what happened in that alley. Those people are not afraid of Chodo Contague. In fact, they hate him. They would not help him. If he has a similar notion, they will thumb their noses at his men. They can fly faster than his thugs can run.
    Legwork again. He was coming up with these things just to get more hoofing around town.
    Still, it might be worth a shot. If I could get the message across. It's hard to communicate with those people. They speak Karentine but somehow it isn't at-ways the same language I speak. You have to be careful what you say and precise in how you say it. No ambiguities. No words or phrases that can be understood in more than one way. You do and ninety-nine times in a hundred they'll take you the wrong way. I think they do it on purpose, to give us a hard time.
    I'd never thought much about it, but there are peoples with little to fear from Chodo. It might behoove me to find friends among them. Sure as the sun will rise in the east, there'll come a day when Chodo and I go head-to-head; I don't want that day to come and I expect he doesn't, either, but we both know our natures make it inevitable.
    I said, "Crask and Sadler got me spooked."
    They did more good than harm.
    "I heard that. Those dwarves weren't taking me to a party."
    Time to consider taking on backup.
    "Yeah." He was being awful practical. "I wanted to keep the little leaf-eater out of it but I'm really not at my best when the odds are eight to one."
    I sensed faint amusement over