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“I would, honest, but I can’t without authorization. I messed up once and look where that got me. All I wanted was a fast car and some faster women to put in it. Now I’d settle for my body back. Only, it’s scattered around all over the place since that voodoo bitch carved me up. Give me a break. I got a little behind in my payments, sure, but come on.”
“You owed Tony money,” I guessed.
“I had what you might call a run of bad luck with the cards,” it said with dignity.
“So Tony sold you to a voodoo priestess?” It didn’t surprise me. Tony gave a new meaning to the phrase “pound of flesh.”
“And then made me work in his stupid casino,” the head ranted. “Then a few months ago, they got worried cause one of the regulars began to suspect that I wasn’t just a pretty face, and I got stuck down here. No more parties, no more pretty girls, nada. It’s been damn depressing. But hey, maybe they’ll shrink you and we can hang out together. Literally. What do you—”
The pixie stopped the tirade by making good on her promise and hacking the head clean in two. I stared as the two halves swung free for a few seconds, each on one end of the thin chain; then they knitted themselves back together in front of my eyes. “Hello, already dead, remember?” the head said testily. “You may be able to hurt me, Tink, but it won’t be in time to help your friends, here. For that, we hafta cut a deal.”
“What do you want?” I asked quickly.
“My body, of course. Get those witches in there to reverse the bokor’s mojo and put me back.”
I stared at the crazed little thing. “That’s insane. No one can reverse something like that. Even if we somehow looked up this voodoo woman, even she couldn’t—”
“I’ll promise,” the pixie said impatiently. “Now, release her.”
The head turned back to her so fast it would have had whiplash if it still had a neck. “Say that again.”
To my surprise, she looked perfectly serious. “I will take you into Faerie. I don’t make any promises about what you will look like, but you may acquire a body. Some spirits manifest there in a physical form.”
“They do?” Billy asked with more interest than I liked. The pixie ignored him.
The head paused. “I gotta think about this,” it said and suddenly stopped moving.
“Why does this thing say ‘Made in Taiwan’ on the bottom?” Billy asked, peering at it from about an inch away.
We exchanged looks, and Billy didn’t need any prompting. He passed into the head and reappeared a few seconds later, looking pissed. “There’s no consciousness in there, Cass, not to mention that it’s
plastic! Someone enchanted it to wake up if anyone got stuck in the tar baby. I’m guessing it set off an alarm and was trying to delay us long enough for someone to get here.”
“Then why did it suddenly shut up?”
“As a guess, we made an offer it didn’t know how to answer.”
I closed my eyes and forced myself to calm down before I had a heart attack and saved Tony some reward bucks. “So, what are we supposed to do? We already tried attacking it!”
“We need the password, Cass—the release. Sometimes it’s an object that you have to touch, or it can be a password. But this place is full of stuff! It’ll take me some time to work through it all.”
“What’s going on? Who’re you talking to?” Jimmy demanded.
“There’s supposed to be a trigger around here, or a word that can force that thing to release me,” I explained briefly. “It isn’t real; it was triggered by the spell.”
Jimmy looked surprised. “You mean that ain’t Danny?”
“And Danny would be?”
“That shrunken head Tony made outta what was left of some guy back in the forties. We made it the model for our key rings.” He looked annoyed. “You mean they put one of those novelty heads down here? What, I don’t even rate the real thing?”
It was just as well I was stuck, or I’d have been tempted to thump him. “Do you know what the release is or not?”
He shrugged, still scowling. “Try ‘banjo.’” As soon as he said it, the stuff holding me in place was simply not there anymore. I’d been pulling away, useless though it was, and the momentum landed me on the floor on my already bruised backside. Jimmy grabbed me through the bars and hauled me to my feet. “You’re wasting time!”
“Banjo?”
“We have passwords for restricted areas that are changed every few weeks. I approved the new list a couple days ago, and that was the first word on it.” He saw my expression. “The boys are hired for brawn, not brain.”
