"Dojango, shut the fuck up. You even cough, I'm gonna slug you." Doris waved a fist about the size of a bull's head in his brother's face. "Where we gonna put him when I do, Garrett? 'Cause I'm guaranteed gonna gotta do it on account of he can't even keep his mouth shut when he's asleep."
"He managed to shut up when he had to that time we all went to the Cantard."
"Yeah. But like they say, long ago and far away. And times change."
They do indeed. I'd just gotten more words out of one of the grolls than I'd heard before in all the years I'd known them.
Dojango couldn't help observing, "Actually, it ain't really polite to be talking about somebody like they ain't even there when you—"
Bop!
Doris's blow was almost casual. Dojango rocked and wilted. His brother scooped him up and carried him like a baby.
I asked, "Wasn't that a little harsh?"
"He ought to be getting used to it, Garrett. Actually." Doris grinned broadly. Moonlight glistened off his snaggle teeth. "This ain't the first time his mouth has caused us some trouble."
"Amen, brother," Marsha said from up front. "We gotta love the guy on account of he's family, but sometimes... If it wasn't for his connection with Cousin Morley... "
"Guys, we all have relatives like that. I've got a great-uncle Medford that somebody should've poisoned a hundred years ago."
Singe stopped. "You are quite right about Medford Shale, Garrett." Great-uncle Medford had figured prominently in the case where I'd first made Singe's acquaintance. "Just as you were right about me needing no distractions if I am to follow this trail. Perhaps I can have Doris knock you out, then have Marsha knock Doris out, then pray that a building collapses on Marsha."
"Or we could all take a hint and save the chatter till later."
"You could do that. But I am willing to bet that none of you are able."
Was it Mama Garrett's boy who'd said that this ratgirl desperately needed some self-confidence? She sure didn't lack for it in this crowd.
Ten minutes later, I called, "Singe, I know where we're going." We were headed for the Prose homestead. Maybe Playmate's luck had changed. Or, from his point of view, maybe he had given in to temptation. "We're headed for the boy's mother's flat."
"All right. If you think so. If you want to go there and wait for me, go ahead. I would prefer to stick to the trail. That will reveal if there were other stops he made along the way."
A gentle admonition from the expert. I decided to heed it. The girl had a point. Suppose Playmate was headed for Kayne Prose's place but never made it there?
40
He did make it. But he'd gone away again. Singe explained that to me before I ever went upstairs and found a very frightened Cassie Doap holed up behind a barricaded door, refusing to open up for anybody.
"Cassie, come on. This's Garrett. The man Playmate hired to find your brother Kip. Now Playmate's disappeared and I'm trying to track him down, too." I hoped he turned up soon. My body was doing a lot of aching. "He came here about... " I looked at Singe, whispered, "How long ago?"
"This morning."
"He came here this morning. Why was that? Where did he go from here?"
Cassie kept telling us to go away. She was terrified. But Singe could detect no odors that would justify such a strong response. And none of the neighbors showed any curiosity, which suggested that great dramas by Cassie Doap were not at all uncommon.
I recalled Rhafi telling me that Cassie was an actress. She put on characters like clothing. Maybe she was overacting now.
I wished I had one of my human lady friends along. Particularly Tinnie Tate of the shoemaking Tates. That professional redhead would know how to manage a mere blonde. Tinnie was an accomplished actress herself. At least where the manipulation of guys named Garrett was concerned.
Singe did make a few calming remarks, loudly enough to be heard through the door, while I tried to talk Cassie out of her hysteria. Singe's comments were kind of childish but they had their effect. At some point Cassie decided to open the door a crack to see who was out there in the hallway with me.
I don't know why my having a ratgirl along should've been reassuring, but it was enough so that Cassie decided she'd talk to us. She asked, "What do you want to know, Mr. Garrett?"
My heart broke. That delectable young woman had called me "mister." I was nothing but a "mister." I wasn't on her list of prospects.
It's a cruel world indeed.
Probably just as well, though. Cassie was the kind of woman Mom warned me against. One goofier than me.
"Where's Playmate, Cassie?"
"I don't know. He went to find my mom."
All right. That made sense. Maybe. To her.
She was definitely afraid, for real. She had referred to her mother as Mom. She'd always called her Kayne before. "And why did he do that, Cassie? Was she in trouble?"
"I don't know. She went to find Rhafi when he didn't come home. Then she didn't come home. So I went and got Playmate. And he decided to go looking for both of them... "
Without bothering to inform me. Or even Winger. Who hadn't mentioned Cassie. Which probably meant that Winger wasn't paying attention to what she was supposed to be doing.
"Just as an aside, did you see a tall blond woman at Playmate's stable?"
"No. Is that important?"
"Probably not. All right. Let's go back. Rhafi disappeared? What's the story on that?"
"That man you had watching Bic Gonlit. Rhafi was hanging around with him. Covering for him when he had to go off. Like that. Then Rhafi just disappeared. While that man was away getting them something to eat. He told us when Kayne and me went to find Rhafi on account of Rhafi was supposed to start a new job today. It's getting really hard to find somebody who'll give him a chance anymore. Kayne really didn't want him to screw it up this time."
Now that she'd decided to trust me Cassie gushed, getting rid of the fear and the tension through a flood of words. She didn't really have much to say except that Rhafi had disappeared, then Kayne had gone looking for him while sending her to tell Playmate. Then Playmate had gone after Kayne. And he hadn't been seen since. And now Cassie was firmly convinced that the forces of darkness would come for her soon.
"You get back inside and barricade your door again. I'll take care of it." I hoped. I'd done somewhat less than take care of things on several occasions lately.
41
"You still have a trail?" I asked Singe.
"Yes. Getting better than it was."
I grunted. I didn't try to shortcut this time, though I expected the track to lead us straight to Saucerhead.
Which it did. More or less. Though Tharpe wasn't at his post.
I didn't even ask. I just left Singe to work her wonders.
"It is not entirely clear but it seems that Mr. Tharpe accompanied Mr. Playmate. Or he followed him within a very short time."
"And they went over to that ugly yellow building, right?"
"They were headed in that direction when they left here."
That was Singe. Making no assumptions.
"Can you detect any other odors here? That you might've noticed in that place we just visited?"
"That blond woman was here earlier today. And maybe others who left traces in that building. The odors are very faint."
"But there's nothing to contradict the story Cassie told us?"