He gave me a look that said I wasn't half as funny as I thought I was. 'Let's go into another room. The spell will be more effective if the two of us are alone when I cast it.' He glanced at Varney. 'And before you ask, when I say just Matt and me, I mean it.'
'Bummer,' Varney muttered, but he stayed where he was.
'Come on, Matt,' Bogdan said. 'Let's go.'
I turned to Shamika. 'Hopefully, this won't take long, and with any luck, we'll get some information that will lead us to Papa.'
'Maybe,' she said, but didn't sound confident, and I didn't blame her. Still, I didn't want to discourage her, so I gave her a parting smile before turning to Devona.
Don't worry, she thought to me. I'll look after her while you're gone.
I nodded, and then followed Bogdan out of the great room.
• • • •
Bogdan and I went into Devona's office, where it took him only ten minutes to cast his spell. He gripped his medallion, chanted words in a language I didn't recognize, and made a series of mystical gestures in the air with his free hand. But in the end, the result came as no surprise.
'Sorry, Matt,' Bogdan said. 'I'm unable to locate any trace of Papa at all.'
I'd had plenty of time to think while Bogdan had been working his magic, and I asked him about one of the things that had occurred to me. 'Is it possible that Papa is using his own magic to hide himself from tracking spells?' I knew he was capable of it, since he'd done the same for me not long ago when Quillion had put a price on my head and every bounty hunter in the city had been hunting me.
'Normally, I'd say yes,' Bogdan said. 'But Shamika was right. Papa's put a lot of work into you over the years, and because of this the two of you have a strong mystical connection to each other. That connection should allow me to locate him even if he is attempting to hide. Even if he were dead, I would be able to locate his corpse. But as I said, I can detect no trace of him. Something is preventing Papa from being tracked magically – something powerful.'
I might not be Bogdan's biggest fan, but he's a highly skilled warlock, and I took him at his word.
We left Devona's office and headed back to the great room. Someone had brought in a portable Mind's Eye set and put it on the floor in front of the couch. Everyone had gathered around it, and they were all grinning and laughing.
'What are you watching?' I asked as Bogdan and I entered.
Varney turned to me. 'While you were gone, my producer transmitted some finished footage of the documentary to me, and I'm playing it for everyone.'
'You can do that?' I'd had no idea Varney could receive information transmitted directly to him, and then turn around and transmit it to a nearby Mind's Eye set.
Devona had saved a seat for me on the couch, and she patted it, indicating I should join the group. From the amused way everyone was looking at me, I already had a bad feeling before I sat down, but once I did and mentally tuned into the Mind's Eye transmission, I realized things were far worse than I could've imagined.
I saw an image of a shadowy alley, and the silhouette of a man walking down it, away from the camera. A voiceover accompanied the footage – my voice, but they were words I'd never spoken.
' It was dark, even for Nekropolis. The shadows in the alley were as cold and unfeeling as my undead flesh, and though I moved among them like a creature born to darkness, they gave me no comfort. The shadows might be where I belonged now, but they'd never be home.
' I was searching for Argus of the Thousand Eyes, a small-time criminal who worked the streets of Ruination Row, one of the most squalid neighborhoods in the Sprawl. The sidewalks there are caked with filth, the gutters slick with blood, and the air heavy with despair and suffering. On Ruination Row, a visitor's life expectancy can be measured in mere moments, but that didn't scare me because I was already dead.'
'Oh my God,' I said, but everyone shushed me and the travesty continued.
' Counterfeit darkgems had been appearing on the streets of the Sprawl over the last few weeks, and I'd been hired by the Dread Exchequer to discover the source of the faux darkgems. Argus had a thing for highlander ale – made with real Scotsmen – and rumor had it that he'd been paying his extensive bar tabs with the phony darkgems. I'd encountered him a few times before, and I knew he was the type to cave under pressure. All I had to do was find him and after a brief but painful conversation – painful for him, anyway – he'd tell me what I needed to know. Of course, by the time I was finished with him, he might have to change his name to Argus of the Rather Less Than a Thousand Eyes, but that was OK. It wasn't as if he couldn't spare a few dozen.
' I stepped out of the alley and nearly bumped into a human woman wearing a tight red dress with a bodice so low and a hemline so high she might as well have been walking around naked. She was a beautiful brunette with long hair that spilled over her shoulders and framed her more than ample breasts. No rail-thin model type she. She was luscious, just this side of Rubenesque, and I felt hunger begin to rise. My needs weren't sexual, though. My hunger was literal. I wanted nothing more than to sink my teeth into her succulent flesh and tear off sweet bloody chunks of meat. Without realizing it, I took a step toward her, my hands raised, ready to reach out and snatch hold of her. But though it took every ounce of selfcontrol I possessed, I fought my hunger down and slowly lowered my hands.
' The woman gave me a knowing wink.
' 'See something you like?' she said in voice seasoned by too many cigarettes and too much whisky.
'' Too much,' I said, my own voice husky with barely suppressed need, and for perhaps the thousandth time since I'd found myself condemned to the hellish nightmare that was Nekropolis, I cursed my undead existence, I cursed my undead desires. I loathe this city, but not nearly as much as I loathe the monstrous thing I've become.'
I'd had enough. I rose from the couch and swiftly turned off the Mind's Eye set, eliciting disappointed groans from the others.
'C'mon, Matt!' Scorch said. 'It was just getting good!'
Bogdan was grinning so wide I thought his face might break. 'That was a fascinating glimpse of the master at work. I had no idea you were such a tortured soul, Matt.'
Devona's grin was just as big. 'And I never knew you had a thing for well-padded brunettes.'
'But that's not how it happened! I mean, it is what happened, but that's not what I was thinking at the time. For godsakes, you all know I'm not a flesh-eater!'
'Maybe you've just been suppressing the urge,' Tavi said, grinning like the rest of them. 'No need to feel ashamed. I'm a lyke; I understand.'
I scowled at him, then turned to look at Varney. The vampire didn't even have the good grace to at least pretend to be embarrassed.
'Nothing personal, but my producer thought the footage of you tracking down Argus was a bit on the, uh, dry side. So he decided to spice it up a bit with the voiceover. He used a speech synthesizer to make it sound like you. Turned out great, huh?'
'Look, I don't know what journalistic standards you Darkfolk practice – if any – but back on Earth, a documentary is supposed to be nonfiction. Heavy emphasis on the non!'
Varney shrugged. 'Sure, but that doesn't mean it can't be entertaining too, right?'
I sensed Acantha's hand in this. She'd love nothing more than to get back at me for how I'd humiliated her during her live broadcast, and it looked like she'd finally found a way.
'Can we watch some more?' Shamika asked, almost shyly. 'It was fun.'
'No, we cannot,' I told her, then I turned to look at the others. 'We're supposed to be trying to find Papa Chatha, remember?' I told them of Bogdan's failed attempt to mystically trace Papa. I thought Shamika would be disappointed, but she displayed no reaction to the news. I told myself that she probably hadn't expected Bogdan's spell to work, but I still found her lack of expression odd.
'So what do we do next?' Scorch asked.
Tavi spoke up. 'I can dash over to Papa's and see if I can pick up a scent trail to follow. I'll give you a call if I
