out the door, stepping over Cecil as if he were something her dog left on the rug.
Tanko glared at Bernie. “How dare you-”
“The more you keep acting like a spoiled brat, the longer this’ll take,” Bernie said. “Your friend here will be good as new once he catches his breath, and we only have a couple of questions. Where can we talk?”
Tanko started to protest further, then thought better of it. He helped Cecil, still woozy, into a padded chair, then we followed him into his private office. Like the foyer, it was classy and stylish, dominated by a huge table piled with drawings and designs. A floor-to-ceiling archway behind the desk opened onto a garden.
Tanko shut the door and whirled on us. All traces of swish vanished. “Who the hell do you think you are?” he demanded, his voice a full octave lower. “You can’t just come in here and start beating on people, I don’t care what your badge says.”
“We’re the guys with the questions,” Bernie said as he looked around, unruffled by Tanko’s complete change in demeanor. “My friend here,” he said with a nod at me, “will do the asking.” Bernie then leaned against the wall by the door, stuck his hands in his coat pockets and left me the floor.
Unlike Bernie, I didn’t hide my surprise at Tanko’s personality reversal. Tanko saw my expression and laughed. “Oh, come on, nobody’s that much of a hummingbird. It’s what people expect from a man in this profession. Rich old men have to be able to trust me alone with their trophy wives; you think I’d get any business if I didn’t flutter around in this kind of get-up?”
“Must be tough on your wife,” I said, noting the band on his finger.
“I never said I liked girls. Just that I wasn’t a hummingbird.” He winked at me, sat on the edge of his desk and folded his arms. “So what’s so important that Cape Querna’s finest have to hassle someone like me? Are you finally going to redo those hideous uniforms?”
“Somebody on Brillion Hill has modified a house to accommodate their handicap,” I said. “A guy with arms and legs that don’t work right, that look like they’ve been pushed up into his body. He’d have money, so he’d come to you, the top man in your field. And even if he went to someone else, I’m betting you know about it. All I need is an address.”
Tanko’s eyes narrowed. “And just who are you again? I haven’t seen your badge.”
“Mine’s big enough for us both,” Bernie said.
“Not from where I’m sitting, tough stuff. What happens if I say I have no idea what you’re talking about?”
I looked around until I spotted a large wooden cabinet. “Bet you keep very neat records. Be a shame if they got all mixed up from us looking through ’em.”
“That’s illegal,” Tanko protested, but clearly he knew such niceties weren’t a consideration.
“Then tell me the address,” I said.
He sighed and undid the scarf as if it choked him. “Some of my clients won’t take it too well that I’m giving out that kind of information. They like to think their dealings with me are confidential. I’ve been known to make changes for them that facilitate certain, ah… illegal intimate activities.”
“Oh, come on, Tanko,” Bernie snapped impatiently. “Otherwise I get a dozen of my clumsiest and least aesthetic officers down here and we turn your tidy little business into a rummage sale.”
Tanko swallowed hard. He looked at me for sympathy, but I kept my expression neutral. He paced to the arch that overlooked the garden. “Okay, fellows, we’ll play your game. How much,” he asked quietly, “to make you two go away?”
“I can’t hear you,” Bernie said; he’d heard him just fine.
Resigned, Tanko nodded. “Yeah,” he said softly. “I’m sorry, then, gentlemen. I’m not telling you a thing.”
Before either of us could respond, he held up a hand. “That’s right. You came in here with threats and scare tactics.” He found a quill, dipped it into an inkwell on his desk and began to write. “But I didn’t tell you anything. If you’re honorable men, you’ll pass that information along. Bob Tanko told you nothing.”
He handed the parchment to me. On it was a street address. “If you tell anyone any different, I won’t see the next sunrise,” Tanko added with fatalistic calm. “I’ve always liked the dawn. I’d hate to miss it.”
I blew on the ink to dry it, then put the parchment in my pocket. “He’s too tough for us, Bernie. He won’t crack.”
Bernie nodded and dislodged himself from the wall. “Yeah. Damn near wore myself out trying to shake him loose.”
Tanko nodded gratefully. As we left his office, Bernie paused and kicked over a large potted plant. The dirt and water spilled onto the carpet. When he saw Tanko’s aghast expression he said, “Just to make it look authentic.”
TWENTY-FOUR
B ernie didn’t take it very well when I told him he couldn’t tag along. He took it even less well when I wouldn’t share the address with him. If Canino was involved, he pointed out, then likely some major illegalities took place in and around my destination. I sympathized, but I also knew I had to do this alone. Bernie was both my friend and the long arm of the law in Cape Querna, and I might have to break a few statutes to resolve things for Phil, Rhiannon and myself. I couldn’t risk either implicating or confronting Bernie in a pinch.
Back in the boarding house I tried to catch up on some lost sleep, but I was too anxious to relax. I risked a drink, not knowing how it might mix with the dregs of the Dragonfly’s joy juice still in my system. It had no effect of any kind.
I stood on the balcony and watched night approach over the ocean as the sun set. From dark blue to purple to black, the sky darkened like a bruise forming over Cape Querna. Beneath it roamed the people who hated the light, whose furtive acts needed to be hidden from decent, daytime eyes. Tonight, I would be one of them.
My strategy was simple. Go to the address Tanko gave me, sneak into the place and see if, as I suspected, the Dwarf was also Andrew Reese. After that, I’d have to improvise.
My sad little plan was based entirely on my only real clue, the note I’d found at Epona’s old hut. I lit one of the balcony’s torches, unfolded the faded piece of parchment and looked it over one final time. Translated, it read:
I KNEW YOU WOULD COME BACK. AND YOU KNEW I’D FIND YOU.
I read no hidden meaning, no inside joke or inadvertent irony that might give something away. I saw only the bitter cackle of triumph from an old enemy. The rest of my chain of reasoning was so insubstantial it might have been made from fairies’ hair.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if people hadn’t been counting on me to be brilliant. I imagined Queen Rhiannon, now scruffy and despondent in her cage beside the city gate. Each morning the same work traffic would pass her, and she would endure their jeers and stares knowing she was innocent. Was she allowed to speak to any of them? Would she eventually form relationships with her tormentors the way all prisoners do? Or was she kept silent, in public isolation, overhearing but not participating in the city life around her? Would her guards abuse or coddle her? Would Phil demand daily reports, or try to pretend she wasn’t there? And would all this finally convince her to admit she did know who she was, and why someone hated her so much? Or had she told the truth all along?
Completely out of the blue, I had a vivid flash of my hand on Epona Gray’s inner thigh, sliding toward the horseshoe scar. A cushion of sweat smoothed my palm’s progress along her fever-cooked skin. She had been real, I was absolutely sure. She had been a genuine, tangible woman. But I’d never touched Rhiannon; she told me about the scar, but I never saw it. So how could I know if she truly was Epona Gray with blond hair and blue eyes?
That was my basic dilemma. I just wasn’t sure of anything. I couldn’t believe Epona Gray had been a goddess; that was just goofy. And I didn’t believe Rhiannon was an amnesiac. Yet I was sure that, somehow, they were the same person. How could that be true? Rhiannon could not still be so young and unchanged after ten years unless she really was supernatural. Epona had been deathly ill, so she couldn’t have been supernatural. One, or both, had lied. Because nothing made sense if both had told the truth.
I packed all my belongings and left the bag on the bed. If I returned to claim it, I wouldn’t be staying long,
