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“That is very good.” Then he went stupid, like I might have forgotten the original thief’s reason for sending her plunder to TunFaire. “The Shadow is no good to anyone outside the Ryzna Council.”
Not even true in Ryzna. The Venageti held Ryzna down with the Shadow until a sloppy guard too young to think with his head let the Ingra woman get to it.
Ingra Mah sounded like a talent. Too bad she let somebody get behind her.
“Let us be exact, Mr. Rock. What do you want? We don’t have your Shadow. But we could look for it. That’s what we do here.”
“Recide brought you a box.”
“It was empty. And he didn’t live long enough to explain.”
The creatures pursuing Mr. Recide were associated with Mr. Rock. There were five, assigned by the Ryzna Council to assist Mr. Rock and to keep him walking the line. They were not responsible for Mr. Recide’s death.
Five. Two hurt. One of those in the hoosegow. Rock’s keepers as well as consorts. Good to know. And the original thief? Was she really dead? Had she been slick enough to break her trail by faking her own demise?
“Oddly enough, I believe you, Mr. Garrett.”
At the same time, Old Bones sent, He believes she is dead. He sent a picture from the little man’s mind.
Ingra Mah had gone the way of Recide Skedrin. Rock had arrived on scene soon after the process began. The Dead Man assured me that, though Rock was a thorough villain and fully capable, he was not responsible.
Truck continued, “Recide and his ship’s master moonlighted as transporters of questionable goods.”
“They were smugglers.”
“Bluntly put, yes.”
“Why come to my house?”
“I can only guess, Mr. Garrett. Either he was directed to do so before he left Liefmold or he made inquiries on arriving and thought you met his requirements. My inquiries suggest that you have important contacts on the Hill. On the other hand—and this is the way I see it—he may just have wanted to lay down a false trail while his ship’s master delivered the actual Shadow elsewhere.”
“Say I find your gimcrack. How do I collect my four thousand?”
“I have taken rooms at the Falcon’s Roost. You may contact me there.”
Ugh. The Roost is a downscale sleaze pit not far from the Benbow. You don’t have to fight off the hookers and grifters to get in or out, but its main clientele are ticks on the belly of society who perform unsavory services for those who shine from the Hill.
A man with more than four thousand nobles would be able to afford better.
Rock indicated his dagger, now resident on the edge of Singe’s desk. “May I?”
“Knock yourself out.”
He collected the blade, moved past me as though to leave, then turned and said, “I am going to search . . .”
Penny hit him from behind with a pot. “Supper’s ready, guys.”
I told her, “Keep your wrists a little looser. You don’t want to end up with a serious sprain.”
She gave me the fisheye but joined Singe in helping me go through Rock’s pockets. We didn’t find anything, so we chunked him out on the stoop, minus one deadly knife.
That became a trophy on the same shelf as the cherrywood box.
Then we convened in the kitchen.
I SETTLED AT THE TABLE AGAIN. SINGE ASKED, “WHO WAS AT THE DOOR?”
“Scithe. He thought we should know the prisoner died without talking. And wondered a lot about how a home invader ended up with a quarrel in his forehead.”
