'I'm not sure about that,' he replied, eyeing them still. 'But would you believe that girl is meant to be my assistant?'
*
Back in the lazaret adjoining the Inquisition headquarters, deep in thight with all the investigators and aides and administrative staff safely at home, and with Abaris and Ramon 'recalibrating' their equipment, whatever the hell that meant, Jeryd and Bellis contemplated Nanzi and the man in the top hat. After restricting the initial cage in size, they had forced the pair to walk the streets surrounded by their light-prison, while passers-by gawked in awe. Jeryd brought them back to the quarantine section, afraid of what diseases these culprits might carry.
With them safely behind bars, Jeryd lit a flambeau fixed to the wall, and their faces glowed softly from the corner of the room. A deep chill persisted, but he lit no fire for their comfort.
For some time he merely watched them. His mind was overflowing with questions. But where to start?
'What are you?' he demanded finally.
Her head was down, her hair in front of her face.
'What were you doing? You claim to be some honourable girl, and yet… And yet…'
Jeryd sat down on a stool with a sigh, his energy drained utterly by the scenes he had witnessed earlier. There was always a strange sensation of emptiness when he brought in a perpetrator after such a difficult case. The search for them filled up some hole in his life, so once they had been brought in, there was just a void. He devoted such a degree of mindspace to each individual criminal, carrying their activities around in his head. 'Why didn't you kill me, Nanzi, when you had the chance?'
She looked up at him meekly as if to speak, but after the man whispered something to her, she immediately focused again on the floor.
'I'm guessing,' Bellis suggested to Jeryd, 'that you must have provided her with some sort of essential information. Hmm. Was there any specific Inquisition stuff that only you had access to?'
After a moment, Jeryd mumbled, 'The commander, maybe. She was with me some of the times when he would give me military updates.' Did she want details of patrols? The movements of soldiers around the city so she could plan her next killing? Maybe to know when to be ready to flee?
'But she tried to kill me earlier, in the theatre…' None of this was making sense. Perhaps she… this thing actually did care for him enough to let him live for a while. Jeryd turned to the man with the top hat. It was just possible that this fellow had some control over matters. 'Hey, you there, what's your name?'
'My name is Doctor Voland.' The words were spoken crisply, and he held himself with great dignity. So at last some answers might be forthcoming.
Voland: the same name Malum had given him. The same man who made weird specimens, and dealt in questionable meat. Jeryd would get to that later – the essentials first. 'Is Nanzi here your wife?'
'She is my partner,' Voland insisted.
'So that's why you came to rescue her, right?'
No reply.
After a moment's consideration, Jeryd stood up and approached the bars to study him closely. He was a distinguished-looking gentleman, much older than Nanzi. His clothing was also finely tailored, and there was an air of mild arrogance about his manners. Although at the moment he appeared glum, in another situation he might electrify a room with his persona.
Jeryd asked, 'What's your business in Villiren?'
No reply.
'Why did you come out to the rooftops tonight?'
No reply.
'What do you know about selling bad meat?'
He looked up at that, but gave no reply.
Jeryd turned to Bellis with a nod.
'Right you are, investigator,' she responded. The cultist pulled out the device that activated the imprisoning bars of light, this time separating the prisoners by bisecting their cage. Voland at once took renewed interest, his face expressing his concern for his lover. He prodded the intervening bars, but wrenched his hands away as soon as he touched whatever electric diablerie they contained. Nanzi had said nothing all this time, simply staring into the distance. One of her knees was raised so he could see the black, coarse-haired appendage that was one of her legs. She can't even look at me, Jeryd thought. He didn't know what to make of her now – though he was getting used to being betrayed by those closest to him. How could such a quiet, determined young woman be a killer? It made no sense. It was not in her essential nature to be so.
'Leave her alone,' Voland cautioned, looking from her to Jeryd, and back again.
'You're not in a position to give orders,' Jeryd declared. 'Talk, or her cell gets smaller than yours, by a considerable amount.'
Voland sighed deeply and Jeryd knew that he would provide answers soon enough. He might be proud and determined, but he seemed to be too much in love with Nanzi to have her suffer any further.
'All right,' he conceded. 'But please refrain from harming her.'
'Harm her?' Jeryd asked. 'We've reason to believe her responsible for the murder of dozens of innocent civilians, as well as military personnel.'
For a while, Jeryd could hear nothing but his own feet as he walked back and forth through the room. 'First thing I want to know is how does Nanzi change her shape from this one to… that creature? I've heard how certain members of the underworld haven't been too happy with your shoddy work in creating hybrids.'
'That's absolutely outrageous.'
Jeryd smiled. 'You admit to constructing hybrids then? Did you make Nanzi into a monster?'
'It's a difficult art…' Dejectedly, Voland went on to relate the couple's history, about the collapsed wall on the harbour, and her damaged legs and his talents as a surgeon. He confirmed that Nanzi possessed this innate ability to change physical state between that of a spider and that of a human being – aside from her new legs, which remained arachnid.
'Touching,' Jeryd added sarcastically. 'So, tell me, where do you live?'
Voland gave the address of the building that Jeryd had been loitering outside only recently, the one into which the dead garuda had been taken.
Jeryd rested an arm on the bars as he leaned towards his captives. The wall of purple light gave off a deep warmth and a faint hum. 'We have witnesses stating that Nanzi, in her other form, has committed the murder of military personnel. We also have reason to believe that she has been responsible for numerous other deaths. What do you want to say on the matter?'
Voland peered at her, through the light, then back towards Jeryd. He merely gave a brief nod, and pressed his fingers to his eyes as if to prevent himself from becoming overly emotional.
'How much control do you have over her?' Jeryd asked.
'I don't know what you mean?' Voland replied.
'Did you force her to serve you in some way?'
Nanzi suddenly spoke up for the first time. 'I did what I did because I loved him, and I did it for myself, because it was the right thing to do. We work as a team.'
'So you confess, then?' Jeryd offered, unmoved, unflinching.
There was venom in her eyes, as if the satanic creature she once was had resurfaced. Jeryd was glad of the bars between them, and suddenly he realized the meaning in her last words. 'You were a team? You worked together? What on earth were you both doing, just killing all these people for sport?'
No reply.
'We'll have your residence searched immediately, you realize. Whatever you're hiding there, we'll find it. We'll dig up every last piece of information and, if we don't find enough, the next procedure is to commence torture.'
As if to hammer her point home, Bellis made the light-bars flare even hotter, and Jeryd could see the resignation in the man's eyes. He didn't want anything bad to happen to Nanzi.
What Voland told him next stunned him. 'We've nothing to lose, not now anyway. So, to business. I am working on a high-level contract from Villjamur.'
'What kind of service is required?'
'I'm a specialist surgeon,' he replied proudly. 'I don't just make hybrids for the underworld. Although my
