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  CRUEL ZINC MELODIES

  Garrett P. I. Book 12

  GLEN COOK

  It’s winter in TunFaire, and life has slowed down for Garrett (meaning work seldom intrudes to interrupt his beer drinking and lounging about), until a parade of lovely ladies led by his favorite fiery red-head makes its way through his door. The red-head in question is none other than Tinnie Tate, Garrett’s girlfriend, and she’s accompanied by Alyx Weider, sultry temptress and daughter of the local beer baron, and several other friends. It turns out the girls have aspirations to become an acting troupe for a new theater that Alyx’s father, Max Weider, is building to keep his youngest daughter happy and to have a new vehicle for moving more of his product.

  The trouble is that Max needs some help. It seems that construction of his theater, The World, is beset by ghosts, bugs, and break-ins. Garrett figures that this is pretty much a security job, and ends up bringing in some of the usual crew including Saucerhead Tharpe and even Winger.

  Glen Cook

  Cruel Zinc Melodies

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  One of John Stretch’s pals headed our way. Lugging a beetle as big as a lamb. He didn’t editorialize; he just dropped the monster when I didn’t offer to take it. He headed back to the wars.

  Playmate said, “Hey, Garrett, whack that thing with something. It ain’t dead.”

  It lay on its back. Its legs were twitching. Its wings, ditto. Then it stopped struggling. It seemed to be assessing its situation.

  “Garrett!”

  It flipped. It faced me. Big brown jaws clacked.

  It charged ….

  The Garrett, P. I., Series by Glen Cook

  Sweet Silver Blues

  Bitter Gold Hearts

  Cold Copper Tears

  Old Tin Sorrows

  Dread Brass Shadows

  Red Iron Nights

  Deadly Quicksilver Lies

  Petty Pewter Gods

  Faded Steel Heat

  Angry Lead Skies

  Whispering Nickel Idols

  1

  It was a marvelous winter. My personal favorite kind of winter. An ever-lovin blue-eyed kind of winter that slunk in early and got bitter frigid before anybody remembered where they stashed their winter coats. Snow came down more often and heavier than even the old folks could remember, and you know how their recollections work. Everything was bigger, better, sharper, steeper, rougher, and tougher in the good old days.

  When it didn’t snow there was freezing rain.

  The world slowed down.

  I favor slow. I like loafing around the house, hard at it doing a whole raft load of nothing. Nothing being what I do best when there are no ladies present.

  Dean would maintain that they couldn’t be ladies if they were hanging around with me.

  The downside of the weather was, what with snow and ice, it was hard to get a replacement keg in. It was almost as hard to get out to those temples of dissolution where the golden elixir was dispensed.

  All good things must end. No good deed goes unpunished. Sooner rather than later. These natural laws underpin my life.

  Same as it ever was, the idyll killer was a knock on my front door.

  Dean shouted, “I can’t leave this omelet.”

  Always an excuse.

  I climbed out of my chair, snaked out from behind my cluttered desk, crabbed sideways to the hallway door. Whoever built the house probably intended my office to be a walk-in closet. I glanced at Eleanor, central figure in the grim painting hanging behind my desk. She’s running away from a brooding mansion. One weak light burns in a high window. She’s beautiful and frightened. The light is in a different window each time I look.

  There used to be the hint of a horrible, menacing presence in the dark background. I can’t find it anymore. But Eleanor keeps running.

  I told her, “You seem gloomy today.”

  True. I couldn’t recall the last time I saw her looking so pessimistic.

  Pular Singe popped out of the Dead Man’s room. The ratgirl has converted a quarter of that into her own little office. She manages the business side of our racket. Much better than I ever did.

  I asked, “You expecting somebody?” She has a half brother who won’t stay away. Which can be hard on the nerves. He’s a local crime lord. In a time when TunFaire has been suffering from a severe outbreak of law and order.

  “No.”

  “Maybe it’s Jerry the beer guy with the new keg.” I was whistling past the graveyard. Unexpected visitors never augur well.

  I took a peek through the peephole. “Zippity-do!”

  “What?” Singe asked. Instantly suspicious.

  “Proof that the gods love men.”

  “It is the beer man, then?”

  “No. Even better.” I popped the door open. Revealing a stoop chock-full of male fantasies. The closest was Alyx Weider, naughty blond temptress and daughter of Max Weider, dark overlord of the Weider brewing empire. Max has me on retainer.

  “Out of the road, Garrett,” Alyx ordered. “It’s freaking cold out here.” She didn’t wait for me to move.

  I looked past the flo
ck. They had arrived in a coach. Smoke curled from a slim sheet-metal chimney. The coachman had fled into the cabin already. The vehicle was so big it should have had oars and sails. Six matched chestnuts dragged it around. They looked like they wanted to join the coachman.

  Three more honeys shoved past. I wished the weather was a little fairer. They wouldn’t be so thoroughly bundled. There was one each of the primary colors: blonde, brunette, and redhead, plus a moon-faced, raven-haired exotic with skin the hue and smoothness of honey. They put off so much heat that they should’ve been immune to the weather. Grizzled old glaciers would melt when they passed.

  Whack! A hand got me across the back of the head.

  Singe snickered.

  Uh-oh. Tactical error. Drooling over Alyx and the honey girl with the challenging brown eyes left my back exposed to the redhead.

  Singe snickered some more. Ominous, that, coming from the unique sound box of a ratperson throat.

  “Tinnie. Sweetheart. What are you doing with this crowd?”

  Tinnie Tate, devoutly committed redhead, is my off-and-on main woman. Very main, of late. And possessed of not even the remotest intellectual understanding of my broad appreciation of female folk who are easy on the eyes.

  “Making sure your fantasies don’t get past the hallucination stage.”

  Alyx Weider being one of her best friends would factor in. Alyx has been chasing me since she was old enough to get up on her own hind legs.

  I asked, “Singe, is Old Bones snoozing?”

  “Probably. But he does pretend quite well.”

  That he does. If he can’t sleep for a year at a time, he’d just as soon pretend. Some people are just so lazy.

  We were talking about my partner. A unique sort of beast, even in TunFaire, where it’s a rare and remarkable day when we don’t see the rare and remarkable.

  “Let’s go in there. My office is too intimate.” And there wasn’t enough furniture in the small front room. Which we don’t use much. It still smells like the Goddamn Parrot.

  Singe headed for the kitchen.

  The two unfamiliar women made frightened squeaks when they saw my sidekick.

  The Dead Man is a near quarter ton of defunct Loghyr, a species now little known and almost extinct. This one looks like a dwarf mammoth minus the hair and tusks. He went around on his hind legs when he was alive. His trunk-like snoot makes his yellowish gray, wrinkled face uglier than you can imagine. There is no twinkle in his eyes.

  Loghyr don’t die like the rest of us. We croak; the part that isn’t meat and bone hustles off to whatever reward is on the schedule. Or sticks around to make life miserable for the living. Usually the same living we made miserable before we assumed room temperature. But Loghyr stick around and haunt their own corpses. For centuries, sometimes.

  It’s been four and a half of those since somebody stuck a knife between my partner’s ribs.

  I’m double haunted. Eleanor was a ghost when I met her, too.

  I told the ladies, “He’s harmless.” Though a huge misogynist. I used to be able to wake him up just by bringing in a female of this caliber.

  He’s getting used to me having an occasional companion of the obstinate sex. He gets along with Singe and Tinnie. Most of the time. The redhead remains strictly “Miss Tate,” however.

  Though startled and intimidated, the new girls didn’t recognize a Loghyr when they saw one. So they weren’t scared.

  “Tinnie, my sweetest sweet, who might your friends be? And why do you turn up now, after weeks and weeks of sticking your tongue out and staying away?”

  Tinnie said, “Bobbi Wilt and Lindy Zhang.” Without indicating which was which. Because I didn’t need to know. “Guys, this here is six feet three inches of the prettiest ex-Marine you’re ever likely to find underfoot. Look at those big baby blues. Never mind the bad hair, the pockmarks, the scars, and all that stuff. That’s just normal wear and tear.”

  I’d enumerate her physical shortcomings but I haven’t found any yet. Everything is there, in all the right places, with a shine on it. Personality-wise, though, one or two sharp corners could be polished off.

  “Definitely a problem,” Alyx said. Showing me her tongue between sharp little teeth, a come-hither challenge in her eye. “You find one still in good shape, he’s too immature to waste time on. You find one like this, that’s all broken in, he’s like this. All broken down.”

  “You aren’t so old I can’t turn you over my knee, Miss Alyx.”

  “Promises, promises.”

  “Alyx!” Tinnie was not amused.

  I asked, “So, how come I find myself inundated by beautiful women?” Coats were coming off. Being an observer by trade, I was observing. And I was impressed.

  I was looking at Tinnie but Alyx answered. “Because I had to see you. And I thought you might not let me in if it was just me.”

  The honey-tone honey drawled, “Her father wouldn’t let her come alone. And Tinnie was there when he decided that you’re the answer to our problems.” There was a twinkle in her eye. She’d be another one who enjoyed getting a dig in at the expense of her friends.

  Alyx said, “Tinnie’s got you so whipped. She didn’t need to come keep an eye on me.”

  Who knows? I don’t have much backbone around temptations packaged like these. I’d still be telling me what a dumb thing it was to do but be grinning from ear to ear as I went down for the third time.

  Tinnie looked grim. Probably because she didn’t like that “whipped” pig wriggling out of its poke. Like it was some kind of secret.

  Singe returned. Lugging a tea service. She made three of my four visitors uncomfortable. Well-schooled young ladies, they owned manners potent enough to not be rude in someone else’s house.

  “So,” I said. Standing. The available chairs being filled. I didn’t go for more. Despite visions of harem girls dancing in my head.

  This much glamour doesn’t descend on me without bringing bad, bad news. The kind of news that ends up with me having to go to work.

  “Alyx?”

  Now that she was here she didn’t want to talk about her problem.

  It happens. People hire me. Then they don’t want to tell me why. Usually because they have to admit having done something incredibly stupid.

  Tinnie grinned. That lit up the room. “What my friend the blond beer bimbo wants to tell you is, her daddy needs to see you. He sent her because he didn’t think you’d open the door to anybody who looked like a wannabe client.”

  Too true. I wasn’t looking for work. I have a regular income from several sources. And work is so much like... well, so much like work.

  But prospective clients are always bimbos. Er, make that, there’s always a woman involved. As Singe might say, because half of us are female and females are more likely to find themselves in straits nature didn’t equip them to handle.

  Singe sucks all the fun out sometimes, being boneheaded, literal, and logical.

  2

  “Here’s the story,” Alyx said. Never an auspicious beginning. People who start that way usually plan on retailing a fictionalized account.

  “I’m all ears.”

  “Not quite, but they are a little ridiculous.”

  Two paragons snickered. The redheaded fourth seized the named appendages from behind. “But they’re so cute!”

  “Spin me your tall tale, baby Weider girl.”

  “Daddy wants to build his own theater.”

  “Good on Max. Theater is hot right now. He'll milk it for a ton.”

  “We’re gonna be the stars. Us and Cassie Doap. And Heather Soames, maybe.”

  I gave Alyx the maximum-power raised right eyebrow. The one that makes the nuns renounce their vows. “No. Not Cassie.”

  Then my mouth got ahead of my brain. “Girls don’t go onstage.” Not good girls. Only girls who have something to market.

  “We can if we want!” Petulant.

  Alyx Weider is as spoiled a kid as ever came up in TunFaire. A
nd that’s all her father’s fault.

  Max indulged her not only because she was the baby of the family but because of his failures with her older siblings. Like he thought if he invested enough he could buy one perfect kid.

  Why not? He’d been able to buy everything else he’d ever wanted since he’d gotten rich.

  Alyx wasn’t half as rotten as she ought to be, the way she’d been raised.

  “You’re not being nice!”

  “Alyx, what I am is shutting up and listening.” Which I proceeded to do with grand determination and limited success.

  “Daddy is building a theater. A big one. He already told us we could be stars. Tinnie knows somebody who can write us a play.”

  I leaned back and turned. My eyebrow query failed to knock Miss Tate down. She must be developing an immunity. “Jon Salvation,” she said.

  “The Remora? You’re kidding.”

  “He’s good. He wrote a comedy about the fairy queen Eastern Star.”

  “I was talking!” Alyx snapped. “You told me you’d be quiet and listen.”

  “Being quiet, Alyx. Listening raptly.”

  Miss Weider offered a halfhearted, grotesquely inappropriate head butt that would’ve taken out the lynchpin of my fantasy life if I hadn’t been a trained martial artist-type. Tinnie growled. She cuts Alyx a lot of slack because they’re ancient friends and their families are in business together, but she has her limits.

  She snarled, “Goddamnit, Alyx! Cut the shit! Talk!”

  Bobbi and Lindy were amused -the way bettors around a dogfight pit might be amused by the antics of future combatants.

  “Daddy wants to get into the theater business. He has a theater under construction. The World. It'll put three or four different shows on at the same time.”

  Max the innovator. How would he do that?

  Tinnie interjected, “They'll have staggered starting times. Each play will show three times a day.”

  “Tinnie, please!” Alyx whined.

  So Max had found a way to move a lot more Weider beer. I gave Alyx a nudge. “The problem you need solved is?”

 

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