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Moghi's eyes half-lidded in their fleshy pits. "You think you're up to that?"
"First time you saw me, you give me two silvers and told me you were betting I'd get back alive with those barrels off Hafiz' dock. That's a sol come out of my pocket to yours this morning. You tell me, Moghi."
Moghi sat and turned that big gold coin round and round and round against the desktop; and Altair's heart thumped away with every turn and every blink of his dark eyes.
"I tell you," said Moghi finally, "that two silvers I lent? I was betting another way. I was getting that man Hafiz hired'd kill you; and I was going to put the word out he'd robbed a courier of mine and he'd turn up dead. Be rid of old Hafiz' hire-on, I would, I was surprised as hell when you turned up with them barrels at the porch."
She gri
"Now, Moghi, you bet on sure things, don't you? One way he'd kill me; or I'd kill him or I'd dodge him and you'd put old Hafiz one down. One or the other. Now you got that sol there says here's an old employee come into money, and if the thing goes right there's all kinds of money to be had; and if it goes wrong, there ain't any stink on you or this place."
"Sure I don't smell smoke?"
Her heart near stopped. Lie to Moghi? Same as drinking Det water. She was quiet a long moment and then leaned forward, arms folded on his desk edge.
" Theygot the smoke-stink," she said. "Him and me—we didn't come anywhere near there."
"Word's out someone's asking after a blond man."
"Who?"
"Du
"Nobody saw us go to your door."
"How'd he get to the Ventani?"
"Mintaka Fahd. In the hidey."
Moghi's brows went up. Dangerously.
"Wasn't what I'd like either," Altair said. "But who'd get a straight story out of her? I told her a dozen. Told her we was going eastside."
"If there's rumors," Moghi said.
"Moghi, I got to tell you something. You know what they did, those enemies of his, they flung him right off Fishmarket Stair, slunk right along the Grand and up that stair and off they flung him, right by your porch out there. Now you didn't do that. I knew that right off. You'd have 'im to the harbor… if you was ever to do such a thing. So here's somebody who don't know you so well, to be flinging bodies off the Ventani, right under your windows, I'd think you'd take real bad to that kind of thing."
"My porch."
"I was right out there-" She pointed canalward. "Missed that barrel pickup. Well, that was the night. You c'n ask your potboy. Tommy never opened that door. And
I haul this poor wet soul out of the river. Mind, I don't bring him here, no. Not then. I'd save a drowning man and set him on the bank. But I wouldn't bring just anybody in here. Wouldn't have 'im to that room. He's got friends."
"Like who?"
"Gallandrys."
Another lifting of the eyebrows and a settling of the face. "Gallandrys've been arrested."
Her stomach wrenched over.
"Little matter of a fire," Moghi said. "Little matter of a barge done took out Mars Bridge and sunk in the Port, that's all. Was you there?"
"You know we were. I want my boat, Moghi. I want everything you know might be stirring uptown."
"Dammit, they arrested the Gallandrys and somebody broke into Boregy and Malvino while the fire was going on. Killed three people in Boregy and one in Malvino. My porch. My porch. Now this can get expensive, Jones."
"Took me a while to think what to do. Man can take careof himself, Moghi, man ain't no fool. Neither am I."
"Going to be expensive."
"I figured."
"You got a down-payment here." The sol made another turn in his thick fingers. "And, Jones, I'm a sentimental man. I'd really hate for you to make a mistake."
"Hey, if I'm wrong you tell me and we'll talk about it."
"If you're wrong," Moghi said, "just one way you'll find it out. You ain't ru
"Let gran Fahd be. Something happens to her, somebody'd remember I was on her boat. Somebody might pay attention to things she said."
"That was real sloppy, that"
"Best of bad choices. I told you, didn't I?"
"Jones, if you hadn't I'd have been real upset."
"I knew that too."
Moghi nodded slowly, chins doubling. "Like I said, a down payment. You go enjoy that room."
"In private."
Moghi gri
It was up the stairs again, tired, Lord, and with a limp in her step and an ache in her ribs and her shoulders and her arm and between her eyes.
Fool. Damnfool.
What else could I do? Moghi'd kill him.
Don't want him anymore. But Moghi'd kill him. One damn more enemy he doesn't need.
Boregy being hit—somebody knew. And Moghi—he always knows more than he says, maybe he already knew I picked up somebody out there t'other night, he's already been asking round, knows about strangers after him, O Lord and my ancestors, what am I going to do?
Where's my boat? Dammit, where's my boat? Nobody's seen Del, nobody seen him ormy boat—
The door to the Room opened as she came up into the hall. Mondragon stood at the top of the steps, all worried-looking.
Just stood there in his bathrobe, not saying a word.
Knows better, he does.
Her heart hurt. She avoided his eyes as she topped the steps and walked past him into the door he held open, went and sat down at the table where the cold breakfast waited.
He closed the door and pulled it till the latch clicked. She ate cold toast and never looked up as he walked over and sat down on the side of the bed, arms on knees.
Damn, it's friendsof his got arrested and killed. I got to tell him about the Gallandrys and Boregy and all. Me. I made another damn mess down there and how do I tell somebody that kind of news, and him mad at me?
The toast made a cold lump in her throat- She washed it down with lukewarm tea. "I heard," she said, and looked his way, "the law took a bunch of people at Gallandry. Somebody else broke into Boregy and killed some people. Malvino too. Heard it from Moghi."
The muscles knotted up in his jaw. He breathed a little faster. That was all. "Moghi owns this place."
"Moghi owns this place." She took another sip of cold tea and slopped it; her hands shook. "I hunted that whole damn canalside trying to find my boat. Moghi's people are going to look. He knows about the barge. About us and Gallandry. About folk throwing you off the bridge. Knows you're uptowner and somebody with money wants you bad. Says there's been questions asked about a blond man. Strangers asking. I got Moghi to say he'd let us have this room; Moghi's—got Jots of people. Lot of others are afraid of him."
"Trust him?"
"We got no choice." Her voice was all hoarse. She took up the toast again and dropped it in listless disgust. "I got you here. Dammit, I knew it was going crazy last night, knew I had to get to somewhere, damn lucky it wasn't Boregy."