Good thing about Wilson. He anticipated trouble. Trick he learned early on, from what little I knew of his history, a lesson that had been sharpened by the events of two years ago. He and I and Emily spent the better part of two weeks living in basements and cisterns while the Badge turned the city upside down looking for us. Now he kept little hiding spots all over the city, sometimes nothing more than a rope at the end of an alley, sometimes cached weapons and the kind of living quarters we could have used back then, tucked between buildings or suspended from little-used foot bridges. Soon as I had the stink of the Brights' rent house out of my nostrils, I turned to the closest of these hiding spots and put my head down. The crowds here were thick, but everyone was keeping to their own business. Wasn't long before he found me.
'Been following you,' he said as he swung down from a shed roof, landing and matching my stride perfectly. The crowd never even noticed that there was another body among them. 'And I'm not alone in that.'
'You saying that I have a tail?'
'I'm saying that we're not going to lead this guy to my hiding spot, as was your clear destination.' He put an arm over my shoulder, like we were old drinking buddies, smiled with his thousand teeth. 'Turn here.'
I turned. It was a short alley, the far end cluttered with barrels. We stopped and turned back to the alley's mouth. Wilson stood there with his arms crossed, waiting.
The guy came around the corner at a fast clip. Worried about losing us, maybe. He wore a halfcoat and shiner's cap, pulled way down over his eyes. His shoulders were hunched. Saw our feet first and stopped dead in his tracks. When he looked up I almost laughed.
'They're hiring them awful young these days,' I said. The kid was baby-faced, his mouth hanging open, fat quivering around his jowls. Looked ready to piss himself. 'You lose your way, son?'
'No, no sir. But. I guess. I think I took a wrong turn,' he stuttered, backing towards the street. Wilson grimaced at him, and it was all the kid could do not to yelp. 'Wrong.'
He was back around the corner and gone with the speed of the truly terrified. Wilson and I exchanged an amused look, and went back to the street.
'We should have caught him. See what he knew,' I said.
'Maybe. Just a kid, like you said. Someone hired him in a dark alley, or at a candy shop.' Wilson adjusted his vest and looked up and down the street. 'Anyway. He's well gone now.'
'Yeah. So, you get away okay?' I asked.
'No. They caught me, branded me, scooped out my brains and then sent my reanimated dead body to hunt you down,' he said, with not even a quiver of humor in his voice. 'I'm going to hold you here until my masters in the Badge show up.'
'Seriously,' I said.
'They didn't chase me at all. And I never saw the girl again.' He looked at me and shrugged. 'After a while I doubled back to see what they were doing with you. Followed you here from the prison, been waiting outside that house for you to come out. You and Angela have a nice roll in the hay?'
'Don't even joke about that. You could have made yourself known earlier. You would have found that place interesting.'
'No thanks,' he said. 'Something about Angela doesn't sit right with me. Maybe it's the way she tried to kill us all, back in the day. Maybe it's the fact that she's a half-dead bitch, living in a dress made of steel and abomination. Hard to say. But it's something.'
'You're such a snob,' I laughed. 'No wonder you don't have any friends.'
'I don't have any friends because you people killed them all, or locked them in cages.' He glanced at me, his odd smile lightening the comment. 'Now, come on. There's something you should see.'
'Is it something like that mask? Because I've seen plenty of that.'
He patted his vest, and I heard the mask clang dully. 'No. Not sure there's anything quite like this thing. I got bored while I was running from the Badge. Or thought I was running from the Badge. Did some looking around.'
'What'd you find?' I asked.
'Oh. This is really something you should see for yourself. Gonna take some climbing.'
'I've been hiding in bars and drinking myself into shape, in anticipation of just such an event,' I said. 'Let's go climb something tall to look at something mysterious, rather than just have you tell me what it is. Sounds great.'
'Seriously, Jacob.' He gave me a vaguely nervous look. 'This you should see.'
Like most of the Founders' Estates, the Manor Tomb sat in the middle of a district that was once quite opulent, and had since fallen to decrepitude. Those Founders who could afford to move had settled in better parts of the city. The Burns stayed because there was no money for a move. The Tombs stayed because the Patron was in the basement, and he was never going to move again.
The manor itself was ringed in a low wall, enough to keep out prying eyes and lazy thieves. Of course, no one broke into the Tomb estate, because the thieves in Veridon were superstitious. And there was nothing more superstitious than an ever-living Founder and his progeny of undead Councilors. They had the money to keep a small army on the premises, too. That army was in good array today, standing guard and patrolling and generally looking very fit to fight. Back when there had been trouble, the Manor Tomb served as something of a battleground, and their guard hadn't been up to the task. This was no longer the case.
We were observing all of this from a church spire, one of the many empty institutions of some dead religion that dotted the city. People came, brought their gods, built their temples, then fell under the sway of the Algorithm. Hard to argue with a god that made that kind of money, and produced that quantity of miracles. Wilson was perched comfortably on the side of the belltower, his foot hanging breezily over a forty-foot drop. I was clutching the railing like I wanted to kill it. I did want to kill it. I wanted to kill this entire expedition and get down to the nice, smooth ground.
'Is there some reason we're spying on the family that was just so kind as to break me out of jail, Wilson? Because we could probably knock on the door,' I said through gritted teeth. 'I've been formally introduced to their daughter.'
'You used to be brave, you know?' Wilson gave me an amused eye and then shook his head. 'You used to be all about the crazy plans.'
'Brave got me nowhere,' I said. Brave got Emily killed, I didn't say. 'Just show me what needs showing and then let's get out of here.'
'Might be a while. I swung by here, thinking I'd lose the Badge, maybe get them thinking I was hiding among the Family Tomb. I like making trouble for that girl. But then I saw something up in the tower. The window happened to be open.'
I peered in the direction he indicated. One of the old solar towers of the estate was well lit, even in the midday sun. The curtains were all drawn shut, haloing the lights inside. The balcony was crowded with birdcages, their occupants black and squawking. Crows.
'Am I looking at the crows? I've seen crows, Wilson.'
'You're waiting for the windows to open. Like I said, it might be a while.'
'Honestly, I'm just going to go down there and remind Angela that we were just talking a minute ago, and ask what's in the tower. Because it's clear that you're not going to tell me.'
But I was done talking, and Wilson was ignoring me. I sighed and tried to relax my arms, but my hands were having none of it. The anansi hung over the open air, swinging his leg and humming to himself.
'It's not that I'm not brave,' I said, finally. 'I just like things to be simple. This doesn't strike me as simple.'
'Anything in Veridon strike you as simple anymore, Jacob?'
I sighed, but didn't have an answer for that. I was working on something clever to say when the curtains of the mysterious tower twitched open. Wilson tutted at me and pointed. As if I had forgotten why I was up there, risking my life.
Ezekiel Crane came out onto the balcony, stretching his arms, as though he had just gotten up from a nap. While I watched, my mouth open, he bent and spoke to one of the crows. Then he cocked his head, stood straight
