Cat Sith stared at Thomas for a moment, and then inclined his head. "Even children can learn manners. Done. Until such time as I have need of you, I regard the matter as settled, Thomas Raith."
"You know him?" I asked.
"And your apprentice, Molly Carpenter," Sith said, his voice impatient, "as well as the rest of your frequent associates. May I suggest that you get on with the business at hand, Sir Knight? Tempus fugit."
One of Winter's most dangerous creatures-most dangerous hunters-knew all about my friends. That was something that a smart man would be concerned about. I reminded myself that just because someone is courteous, it does not necessarily mean that they aren't planning to vivisect you. It just means that they'll ask whether the ropes holding you down are comfortable before they pick up the scalpel. Cat Sith might be an ally, for the moment, but he was not my friend.
"In a few minutes, we're going to be leaving," I said. "I've got a hunch that we'll be under observation, and I don't want that. I want you to distract anyone who has us under direct surveillance."
"With pleasure."
"Without killing them or causing significant bodily harm," I said. "For all I know there's a cop or a PI watching the place. So nothing permanent."
Cat Sith narrowed his eyes. His tail twitched to one side, but he said nothing.
"Think of it as a compliment," I suggested. "Any idiot could murder them. What I ask is far more difficult, as befits your station."
His tail twitched the other way. He said nothing.
"After that," I said, "I want you to get word to the Summer Lady. I want a meeting."
"Uh, what?" Thomas said.
"Is that a good idea?" Molly asked at the same time.
I waved a hand at both of them, and kept talking to Sith. "Tell her it's got to happen before noon. Can you contact her?"
"Of course, Sir Knight," said Sith. "She will wish to know the reason for such a meeting."
"Tell her that I'd prefer not to kill her Knight, and I'd like to discuss how best to avoid it. Tell her that I'll meet her wherever she pleases, if she promises me safe conduct. Bring me her answer."
Sith eyed me, then said, "Such a course is unwise."
"I'm not asking you to do it. What do you care?"
"The Queen may be less than pleased with me if I break her newest toy before she's gotten sufficient use from it."
"Gosh," I said.
Sith flicked an ear and managed to do it contemptuously. "I will bear this message, Sir Knight. And I will . . . distract . . . those who hunt you. When will you be departing?"
Behind me, Thomas's phone began to ring.
"Tell you in a second," I said. I answered the phone. "Go for Doughnut Boy."
Awoman with a voice cold enough to merit the use of the Kelvin scale spat, "He will meet you. Accorded Neutral Ground. Ten minutes."
"Cool," I said. "I haven't had a beer in forever."
There was a brief, perhaps baffled silence, and then she hung up on me.
I turned back to Thomas and Molly and said, "Let's go. Sith, please be-"
The eldest malk vanished.
"-gin," I finished, somewhat lamely.
Thomas swung to his feet and slipped the little automatic into the back of his pants, then pulled his shirt down over it. "Where are we going?"
"Accorded Neutral Ground," I said.
"Oh, good," Molly said. "I'm starving."
Chapter Twenty-one
In the lobby, we found the doorman sitting on the ground grimacing in pain. A CPD patrol officer was next to him with a first-aid kit. As we passed, I saw several long, long slices in the back of one of the doorman's legs, running from just above his heel to the top of his calf. His slacks and socks alike were sliced in neat, parallel strips. The wounds were painful and bloody, but not life-threatening.
Both men were both too preoccupied to pay an instant of attention to the three of us as we calmly left the building.
I winced a little as we went by them. Dammit. I hadn't wanted to turn even the gentlest of Cat Sith's attentions upon any of my fellow Chicagoans, but I hadn't worded my command to him tightly enough. Of course, that was a rabbit hole I didn't want to start down-experience has taught me that you do not win against supernatural entities at lawyering. It just doesn't happen. I didn't even want to think about what Sith might have done if I hadn't forbidden him the use of deadly force.
Maybe this was the malk's way of telling me to beware the consequences if I kept giving him commands like a common servant. Or maybe this was his idea of playing nice. After all, he hadn't slashed up the cop and every passerby. For all I knew, he thought he'd been a perfect gentleman.
Molly checked out the parking garage from beneath a veil while Thomas and I waited. Once she pronounced the garage villain-free, we got into my brother's troop transport and left.
* * *
In Chicago, you can't swing a cat without hitting an Irish pub (and angering the cat), but McAnally's place stands out from the crowd. It's the favored watering hole for the supernatural scene of Chicago. Normals never really seem to find their way in, though we get some tourists once in a while. They rarely linger.
Morning traffic was roaring at full steam, and even though Mac's wasn't far, it took us a little time to get there. Clouds had swallowed up the bright dawn, thick and grey. A light rain was falling. Occasionally I could see flashes of distant lightning glowing through the clouds overhead, or hear a subtle growl of low thunder.
"You know him?" I asked.
"And your apprentice, Molly Carpenter," Sith said, his voice impatient, "as well as the rest of your frequent associates. May I suggest that you get on with the business at hand, Sir Knight? Tempus fugit."
One of Winter's most dangerous creatures-most dangerous hunters-knew all about my friends. That was something that a smart man would be concerned about. I reminded myself that just because someone is courteous, it does not necessarily mean that they aren't planning to vivisect you. It just means that they'll ask whether the ropes holding you down are comfortable before they pick up the scalpel. Cat Sith might be an ally, for the moment, but he was not my friend.
"In a few minutes, we're going to be leaving," I said. "I've got a hunch that we'll be under observation, and I don't want that. I want you to distract anyone who has us under direct surveillance."
"With pleasure."
"Without killing them or causing significant bodily harm," I said. "For all I know there's a cop or a PI watching the place. So nothing permanent."
Cat Sith narrowed his eyes. His tail twitched to one side, but he said nothing.
"Think of it as a compliment," I suggested. "Any idiot could murder them. What I ask is far more difficult, as befits your station."
His tail twitched the other way. He said nothing.
"After that," I said, "I want you to get word to the Summer Lady. I want a meeting."
"Uh, what?" Thomas said.
"Is that a good idea?" Molly asked at the same time.
I waved a hand at both of them, and kept talking to Sith. "Tell her it's got to happen before noon. Can you contact her?"
"Of course, Sir Knight," said Sith. "She will wish to know the reason for such a meeting."
"Tell her that I'd prefer not to kill her Knight, and I'd like to discuss how best to avoid it. Tell her that I'll meet her wherever she pleases, if she promises me safe conduct. Bring me her answer."
Sith eyed me, then said, "Such a course is unwise."
"I'm not asking you to do it. What do you care?"
"The Queen may be less than pleased with me if I break her newest toy before she's gotten sufficient use from it."
"Gosh," I said.
Sith flicked an ear and managed to do it contemptuously. "I will bear this message, Sir Knight. And I will . . . distract . . . those who hunt you. When will you be departing?"
Behind me, Thomas's phone began to ring.
"Tell you in a second," I said. I answered the phone. "Go for Doughnut Boy."
Awoman with a voice cold enough to merit the use of the Kelvin scale spat, "He will meet you. Accorded Neutral Ground. Ten minutes."
"Cool," I said. "I haven't had a beer in forever."
There was a brief, perhaps baffled silence, and then she hung up on me.
I turned back to Thomas and Molly and said, "Let's go. Sith, please be-"
The eldest malk vanished.
"-gin," I finished, somewhat lamely.
Thomas swung to his feet and slipped the little automatic into the back of his pants, then pulled his shirt down over it. "Where are we going?"
"Accorded Neutral Ground," I said.
"Oh, good," Molly said. "I'm starving."
Chapter Twenty-one
In the lobby, we found the doorman sitting on the ground grimacing in pain. A CPD patrol officer was next to him with a first-aid kit. As we passed, I saw several long, long slices in the back of one of the doorman's legs, running from just above his heel to the top of his calf. His slacks and socks alike were sliced in neat, parallel strips. The wounds were painful and bloody, but not life-threatening.
Both men were both too preoccupied to pay an instant of attention to the three of us as we calmly left the building.
I winced a little as we went by them. Dammit. I hadn't wanted to turn even the gentlest of Cat Sith's attentions upon any of my fellow Chicagoans, but I hadn't worded my command to him tightly enough. Of course, that was a rabbit hole I didn't want to start down-experience has taught me that you do not win against supernatural entities at lawyering. It just doesn't happen. I didn't even want to think about what Sith might have done if I hadn't forbidden him the use of deadly force.
Maybe this was the malk's way of telling me to beware the consequences if I kept giving him commands like a common servant. Or maybe this was his idea of playing nice. After all, he hadn't slashed up the cop and every passerby. For all I knew, he thought he'd been a perfect gentleman.
Molly checked out the parking garage from beneath a veil while Thomas and I waited. Once she pronounced the garage villain-free, we got into my brother's troop transport and left.
* * *
In Chicago, you can't swing a cat without hitting an Irish pub (and angering the cat), but McAnally's place stands out from the crowd. It's the favored watering hole for the supernatural scene of Chicago. Normals never really seem to find their way in, though we get some tourists once in a while. They rarely linger.
Morning traffic was roaring at full steam, and even though Mac's wasn't far, it took us a little time to get there. Clouds had swallowed up the bright dawn, thick and grey. A light rain was falling. Occasionally I could see flashes of distant lightning glowing through the clouds overhead, or hear a subtle growl of low thunder.
