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Chapter Eight:
"There's never a cop around when you need one!"
—A. CAPONE
"SKEEVE!"
The voice seemed to come from far away.
"C'mon, Skeeve! Snap out of it! We've got trouble!" That caught my attention. I couldn't seem to get oriented, but if there was one thing I didn't need it was more trouble. More trouble? What... later! First, deal with whatever^ going on now!
I forced my eyes open.
The scene which greeted me brought a lot of the situation back with a rush. I was in a restaurant... on the floor, to be specific... a Pervish waiter was hovering over me... and so was a policeman!
At first I thought it was the same one we had encountered earlier, but it wasn't. The similarities were enough that they could have come out of the same litter... or hatching. They both had the same square jaw, broad shoulders and potbelly, not to mention a very hard glint in their otherwise bored-looking eyes.
I struggled to sit upright, but wobbled as a wave of diz ziness washed over me.
"Steady, Skeeve! You're going to need your wits about you for this one!"
Kalvin was hovering, his face-lined with concern.
"W... what happened?" I said.
Too late I remembered that I was the only one who could see or hear the Djin. Ready or not, I had just opened the conversation with the others.
"It seems you fainted, boyo," the policeman supplied.
"I theenk he just does not vant to pay for zee food he ordered."
That was from the Pervect who had seated me, but his words brought it all back to me. The special dish from Klah!
"He served me a roast Klahd on a platter!" I said, leveling a shaky but accusing finger at the Pervect.
"Is that a fact now?" The policeman cocked an eye at the Pervect, who became quite agitated.
‘ ‘Non-sense! Eet is against the law to serve sentient beings without a license. See for yourself, Offisair! Thees is a replica onley."
Sure enough, he was right! The figure on the platter was actually constructed on pieces of unidentifiable cuts of meat with what looked like baked goods filling in the gaps. The rat seemed to be authentic, but I'll admit I didn't look close. The overall effect was, as I can testify, horrifyingly real. The policeman studied the dish closely before turning his attention to the waiter once more.
"Don't ya think it was a trifle harsh, servin' the lad with what seemed to be one of his own?"
"But he deed not look like thees when he came in! I on-ley served heem what he asked for... sometheeng from Klah!"
That's when I became aware of the fact that my disguise spell was no longer on. I must have lost control of it when I fainted. When it disappeared, however, was not as important as the fact that it was gone! I was now seen by one and all as what I really was... a Klahd!
The policeman had now turned his gaze on me and was studying me with what I felt was unhealthy interest. "Really, now," he said. "Perhaps you could be tellin' how it is you come to be wearin' a disguise in such a fine place? It couldn't be that you were pla
"No. It's just that..." I paused as a wave of dizziness passed. "Well, I've heard you can get better service and prices on Perv if folks don't know you're from off-dimension."
"Bad answer, Skeeve," Kalvin hissed, but I had already figured that out.
The policeman had gone several shades darker, and his head almost disappeared into his neck. Though his tone was still cordial, he seemed to be picking his words very carefully.
"Are ya tryin' to tell me you think our whole dimension is full of clip joints and thieves? Is that what yer sayin'?"
Too late I saw my error. Aahz had always seemed to be proud of the fact that Pervects were particularly good at turning a profit. It had never occurred to me that to some, this might sound like an insult.
"Not at all," I said hastily. "I assumed it was like any other place,,...hat the best prices and services were reserved for locals and visitors got what was left. I was just trying to take advantage of normal priorities, that's all." I thought it was a pretty good apology. The policeman, however, seemed unimpressed. Unsmiling, he produced a notepad and pencil.
"Name?"
His voice was almost flat and impersonal, but managed to still convey a degree of a
"Look. I'll pay for the meal, if that's what the problem is."
"I didn't ask if you were payin' for the meal. I asked you what your name is. Now are you going to tell me here, or should we be talkin', down at the precinct station?"
Kalvin was suddenly hovering in front of me again. "Better tell him, Skeeve," he said, his tone matching his worried expression. "This cop seems to have an Eath up his Yongie."
That one threw me.
"A what up his what?"
The policeman looked up from his notepad.
"And how are ya spellin' that, now?"
"Umm... forget it. Just put down ‘Skeeve.' That's my name."
His pencil moved briskly, and for a moment I thought I had gotten away with my gaffe. No such luck. "... And what was that you were sayin' before?"
"Oh, nothing. Just a nickname."
Even to me, the explanation sounded weak. Kalvin groaned as the policeman gave me a hard look before scribbling a few more notes on his pad.
"An alias, is it?',' he murmured under his breath.
This was sounding worse all the time.
"But..."
"Residence?"
"The New I
My protests seemed to be only making things worse, so I resolved to answer any other questions he might have as simply and honestly as possible.
"A hotel, eh?" The pencil was moving faster now. "And where would your regular residence be?"
"The Bazaar at Deva."
The policeman stopped writing. Raising his hand, he peered at me carefully.
"Now I thought we had gotten this matter of disguises settled," he said, a bit too casually. "So tell me, Mr. Skeeve, are you a Klahd... or a Deveel masquerading as one?"
"I'm a Klahd... really!"
"... Who lives on Deva," the policeman finished grimly. "That's a pretty expensive place to be callin' home, boyo. Just what is it you do for a livin' that you can afford such an extravagant address... or to pay for expensive meals you aren't going to eat, for that matter?"
"I uh, work for a corporation... M.Y.T.H. Inc... . It's a co-op of magik consultants."
"Is that a fact?" The policeman's skepticism was open. "Tell me, boyo, what is it you do for them that they had to hire a Klahd instead of one of their local lads?" Maybe I was recovering from passing out, or maybe his sarcasm was getting to me, but I started to get a bit a
"I'm the president and founder," I snapped, "and since I personally recruited the staff, they didn't have whole bunches to say about my qualifications." Actually, they had had a lot to say. Specifically, they were the ones who railroaded me into my current lofty position. Somehow, though, this didn't seem to be the time to try to point that out.
"Really?" The policeman was still pushing, but he seemed a lot more respectful now. "It's clear that there's more to you than meets the eye, Mister Skeeve."
"Steady, Skeeve," the Djin said quietly. "Let's not get too aggressive with the representatives of the local law."
It was good advice, and I tried to get a handle on my temper.
"You can check it out if you like," I said stiffly.
"Oh, I intend to. Would you mind tellin' me what the president of a corporation from Deva is doin' in our fair dimension? Are you here on business?"
"Well... I guess you could say that."
"Good. Then I'm sure you won't mind givin' me the names of our citizens you're dealin' with." Too late I saw the trap. As a businessman, I should have local references. This may seem like a silly oversight to you, but you'll have to remember my background up to this point. Most of my ventures into the various dimensions have been more of the raider or rescue mission variety, so it never occurred to me there was another way of doing business. Of course, admitting this would probably do little toward improving the impression I was making on this stalwart of the law.