'Now you take a look at what's happening here. We're getting all sorts of claims; vandalism, shoplifting, armed robbery, even a couple cases of arson. It's too much of a mix to be the work of one group. We're dealing with a lot of small-time independents, and if we can make an example of a few of them, the others will decide there are easier pickings elsewhere.'
In a way, I was glad to hear this. I owed Aahz one more back-pat. He was the one who had decided that the efforts of our team were too limited. To accelerate our 'crime wave,' he had introduced the dubious practice of 'insurance fraud' to Deva… and the Deveels were fast learners.
Is your stock moving too slow? Break it yourself and turn in a claim for vandalism. Trying to sell your shop, but nobody wants to buy, even at a discount? Torch the place and collect in full. Better still, want to fatten up your profit margin a little? Dummy up a few invoices and file a claim for 'stolen goods.' All profit, no cost.
The Deveels loved it. It let them make money and harass the Mob at the same time. No wonder Shai-ster's table was fast disappearing under a mountain of claims and protests.
It was terrific … except for the part about making an example out of everyone they caught. I made a mental note to warn the team about being extra careful.
'If it's not a gang, and they aren't working against us,' Nunzio scowled, 'why is everything happening in our areas? My dad taught me to be suspicious of coincidences. He got killed by one.'
'How do you know it's just happening in our area?' Shai-ster countered. 'Maybe we picked a bad area of the Bazaar to start our operation. Maybe the whole Bazaar is a bad area. Maybe we should have been suspicious when Skeeve here told us there were no police. You get this much money floating around with no police, of course there'll be crooks around.'
'So what are we supposed to do?' Guido snarled, plucking his napkin from under his chin and throwing it on the table. 'My boys can't be two places at once. We can't watch over our current clients and sign on new accounts, too.'
'That's right,' Shai-ster agreed, 'so here's what we're going to do. First, we split up the teams. Two thirds of the boys patrol the areas we've got under protection. The others go after new clients…but we don't just take anybody. We investigate and ask questions. We find out how much trouble a new area or a new shop has had before we take them as a client. Then we know who the bad risks are, and if we protect them at all, they pay double. Capish?'
Both Guido and Nunzio were thinking, and it was obvious the process hurt.
'I dunno,' Nunzio squeaked at last. 'Sumpin' sounds kinda funny about that plan.'
'Crime wouldn't pay if the government ran it,' I murmured helpfully.
'What's that?' Shai-ster snapped.
'Oh, just something my teacher told me once.' I shrugged.
'Hey! Skeeve's right,' Guido exclaimed.
'What you're sayin' is that we're going to be policemen and insurance investigators.'
'Well, I wouldn't use those words…'
' 'Well nothin'. We ain't gonna do it!'
'Why not?'
'C'mon, Shai-ster. We're the bad guys. You know, crooks. What's it going to do to our reputation if it gets back to the Mob that we've turned into policemen?'
'They'll think we're valuable employees who are working hard to protect their investment.'
'Yeah?' Guido frowned, unconvinced.
'Besides, it's only temporary,' Shai-ster soothed. 'Not only that, it's a smoke screen for what we'll really be doing.'
'What's that?' I asked blandly.
Shai-ster shot a quick look around the restaurant, then leaned forward, lowering his voice.
'Well, I wasn't going to say anything, but remember that I was telling you about how the Mob focuses on one field at a time? The way I see it, maybe we picked the wrong field here at Deva. Maybe we shouldn't have tried the protection racket.'
'So you're going to change fields?' I urged.
'Right,' Shai-ster smiled. 'We'll put the protection racket on slow-down mode for a while, and in the meantime start leaning on the bookies.'
'Now you're talking,' Guido crowed. 'There's always good money to be made at gambling.'
'Keep your voice down, you idiot. It's supposed to be a secret.'
'So who's to hear?' Guido protested.
'How about them?'
Shai-ster jerked his thumb toward a table of four enormous beings, alternately stuffing their faces and laughing uproariously.
'Them? That's the Hutt brothers. They're in here about once a week. They're too busy with their own games to bother us.'
'Games? Are they gamblers?'
'Naw … well, except maybe Darwin. He's the leader of the pack. But he only gambles on businesses.'
'Which one is he?'
'The thinnest one. I hear his fiancee has him on a diet. It's making him mean, but not dangerous to us.'
Shai-ster turned back to our table.
'Well, keep your voice down anyway. How about it, Skeeve? The gambling, I mean. You've been here at the Bazaar before. Do you know any bookies we can get hold of?'
'Gee, the only one I know of for sure is the Geek,' I said. 'He's a pretty high-roller. If you boys are going to try to pull a fast one on him, though, don't tell him I was the one who singled him out.'
Shai-ster gave me a broad wink.
'Gotcha. But anything we get from him, you're in for a percentage. You know, a finder's fee. We don't forget our friends.'
'Gee, thanks,' I managed, feeling more than a little guilty. 'Well, I'd better be going. C'mon, Gleep.'
'Gleep!' echoed my dragon, pulling his head up out of a tub of spaghetti at the sound of his name.
Fats had taken an instant liking to my pet, founded I suspect on Gleep's newfound capacity for the maggot like stuff barely hidden by blood-red sauce that was the parlor's mainstay.
I had never been able to screw up my courage enough to try spaghetti, but my dragon loved it. Knowing some of the dubious things, edible and in, living and non, that also met with Gleep's culinary approval, this did little toward encouraging me to expand my dietary horizons to include this particular dish. Still, as long as I had Gleep along, we were welcome at Fats, even though my pet was starting to develop a waddle reminiscent of the parlor's proprietor.
'Say, Skeeve. Where do you keep your dragon during the day?'
I glanced over to find Shai-ster studying my pet through narrowed, thoughtful eyes.
'Usually he's with me, but sometimes I leave him with a dragon-sitter. Why?'
'I just remembered an 'interruption of business' claim we had to pay the other day …ad to pay! Heck, we're' still paying it. Anyway, this guy sells dragons, see, except for over a week now he hasn't sold a one. Usually sells about three a day and says since he paid us to be sure nothing happens to his business, we should make up the difference in his sales drop… and, you know, those things are expensive'.'
'I know,' I agreed, 'but what does that have to do with Gleep?'
'Probably nothing. It's just that this guy swears that just before everything went to pot, some little dragon came by and talked to his dragons. Now they won't roar or blow fire or nothing. All they do is sleep and frolic… and who wants to buy a dragon that frolics, you know?'
'Talked to his dragons?' I asked uneasily.
For some reason, I had a sudden mental image of Gleep confronting Big Julie's dragon, a beast that dwarfed him in size, and winning.
'Well… they didn't exactly talk, but they did huddle up and put their heads together and made mumbly puffy noises at each other. Wouldn't let this guy near 'em until it was over. The only thing he's sure of is the little one, the one he says messed up his business, said something like 'Peep!' Said it a couple of times.'
'Peep?' I said.
