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Glen Cook
Faded Steel Heat
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It ought to start with a girl. The best ones always do. She ought to be kick the lid off your coffin gorgeous. She ought to be in hot water right up to her cute little... ears. She shouldn't quite know why, or maybe she just won't say why the guys with the bent noses are after her. She ought to have eyes full of mischief and not be afraid to get mischievous with the right guy.
That's the way it ought to be. But this time it started with three darling gremlins, any one of whom could sprain a set of male eyeballs at thirty paces.
Oh. I'm Garrett, aka Mr. Right. Although a jealous acquaintance might lie about it, I'm six feet two inches of handsome ex-Marine. Yeah, sure my face has a few nicks and dings but those just add character. They let the frantic cutie in the deep gravy know she's found a stand-up guy. Or maybe, a guy too dim not to lead with his chops.
Dean, my cook and housekeeper and Door-Answerer General and (a legend in his own mind) majordomo, was out. I had to answer the tap-tap-tapping myself. It was noon. I'd been enjoying my first cup of tea. I was still a little tousled, wearing my charming rogue look. I had treated myself to a late nap in celebration of having survived an infestation of Great Old Ones, olden gods more like world-devouring termites than the woosie celestial accountants populating today's Dream Quarter.
What the heck. Real women like their fellows a little rough around the edges.
I put a bloodshot peeper to the peephole. The day looked better right away. "Eureka!" My stoop was overrun with lovelies cooked up from all the right ingredients. Youth. Beauty. Curve and flow and swoop to make drooling geometricians opt for a very specialized area of study. And right behind them hulked several ugly thugs who provided the element of menace.
I flung the door wide. "How lucky can one guy get?"
The blond was Alyx Weider. She gawked like she'd just seen something pop up out of its grave. She was five feet four and sleek as a mink but nature hadn't shorted her on the extras. "Garrett? Is that you?" Like I was wearing a disguise.
"You grew up." She definitely grew up.
The redhead said, "Stop drooling, Garrett." That was Ti
This was the first time Ti
"You look lovely this morning, darling. Come in. Come in." I eyed the third woman, the brunette. She had done herself a cruel disservice by falling in with Ti
I didn't recognize her.
Ti
"Huh?" Usually I'm armed with a rapier wit—well, actually, a gladius sort of wit—but when Ti
"You look like death on a stick, Garrett. Slightly warmed over." Ti
"That's my honey," I told the crowd. I backed into the house. "Ain't she precious?"
"You got a honey, Garrett, I don't think her name is Ti
"Awk!" I said, stricken. "Impossible! You're unique."
"Did you break a leg? Or forget the way to my house? Or forget how to write?"
She had me. The slickest stoat that ever slank couldn't have weaseled out of this one. I'd done one of those things guys do, that they don't know they're doing when they do them and still don't know what they did after they're done, then I'd had the brass-bottomed gall not to rush right over with a public apology. Lately, I have begun to suspect that standing on principle is a strategic error of the first water.
"I think you didn't come here to bicker in front of your friends." I showed her a lot of shiny teeth.
She showed me a scowl that told me, once again, I had everything all wrong but she was going to let it slide for the moment.
This visit was no surprise except in its timing. The ladies had been around to see me before, while I was otherwise preoccupied saving the world. Alyx's daddy had problems. She thought I could unravel them.
Ti
Old Man Weider owns the biggest brewery empire in TunFaire. That's because the clever rascal brews the best brew. The first time he hired me I saved him from an inside theft ring that was devouring his business like a raging cancer. He's had me on retainer ever since. He wants me to work for him full-time. I'm not interested in a real job. When you're your own boss you don't have to please anybody but yourself. Though that arrangement doesn't leave much room to pass the blame.
In exchange for my retainer I make frequent surprise visits to the brewery. Random appearances make it difficult for organized villainy to take root again.
In the old days Alyx was a scrawny kid barely threatening to become a heartbreaker. Her older sister, Kittyjo, was a lot more interesting.
Time trudges on. Sometimes it plays a pretty melody.
I tried again. "Let's not argue, Ti
"If you know that how come... "
"I didn't say you were right." Damn! I knew I'd blown it before I finished saying it.
"Garrett! I... "
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"Quiver me heart!" a voice squawked. "Feast yer glims, mates! It must be heaven! Where do we start?"
"Is that the infamous parrot?" the new girl asked. Alyx and Ti
"That's Mr. Big, yes. Trash beak champion of the universe. Ignore him. Otherwise, he'll get excited."
"Excited?"
"He's restraining himself right now."
Ti
How did she know that? The feathered mosquito didn't arrive till after her famous parting tizzy.
Of course. Her effort to twist my mind around till the last sense-juice leaked out didn't mean that she didn't see Dean. And Dean thinks Ti
I said, "I'd call him kitty food if I could wring his neck without offending the guy who gave him to me." Someday I'll get even with Morley. But it's going to be tough.
"He's kind of neat," Alyx decided, changing her mind on the fly. "But I wouldn't take him to visit my Aunt Claire."
"Come here, Sugar," the bird squawked. "Awk! Check them hooters! I am in love."
I muttered, "The only goddamn bird in the world with a vocabulary and he uses it up being obnoxious."
"Before you pop trying to find a safe way to ask," Ti
"Hi, Gorgeous Nicks for Nicholas." Whoops! That slip earned me a pinch.
The Goddamn Parrot sang the praises of Alyx Weider in language that would embarrass stevedores. But it was hard to fault his eye.
Ti