Garrett P.I. #01 - Sweet Silver Blues by Glen Cook

Author:Glen Cook [Cook, Glen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy, Epic, Fiction, General, Mystery & Detective, Fantasy Fiction, Mystery Fiction, Fantasy - General, Fiction - Fantasy, Magic, Hard-Boiled, Mystery & Detective - Hard-Boiled, Private Investigators, Elves, Vampires, Missing Persons, Garrett (Fictitious character)
ISBN: 9780451450708
Publisher: PENGUIN group
Published: 2007-03-06T04:54:06+00:00

It was too nice a morning just to head for the inn to pick up Morley so we could visit the civil city hall again. It seemed a day made for lying around sniffing a clean seabreeze. I headed for the waterfront.

The triplets probably needed help watching for their relatives, anyway. They would be so hard to spot.

I found them doing exactly what I planned to do, sprawled in the sun atop a mountain of army grain sacks awaiting transport to the forts in the Cantard. I’d never have spotted them from the harbor side. I clambered up with a cold keg under my arm. I sent it around once before I asked, “How’s it going, Dojango? Any sign of the family?”

The keg was half weight by the time it got back to me. I took a good long guzzle before I passed it on.

“Actually, Garrett, your timing is perfect. Come here.” He drew on the keg before he moved.

They had shifted a few sacks so they formed a parapet of sorts. They could watch from concealment yet could claim the shifted sacks made pillows for the grolls if anybody asked.

“Some of your cousins, I think.”

“Actually.”

A ragged old coaster lay about thirty feet in the lee of the only pier space available. Lee was the very operative word. The ship was taking the breeze on her beam. About fifty guys were pulling on hawsers, trying to haul her in.

She was not coming.

In fact, she was winning the tug-of-war.

“Why don’t I go trade this empty in on a full keg?” Dojango asked.

“Yeah. Why don’t you?” I gave him some money.

A guy could work up a powerful thirst watching that much grunting and cursing and sweating and yelling for help.

The ship was interesting because Vasco, Quinn, and some other old friends were stomping around her deck in a storm of frustration.

I thought about canceling Fort Caprice and just watching them instead, on the chance they would lead me to Kayean. I looked at that from a couple of angles, then rejected it. They had not come to Full Harbor to see Kayean. They had come to keep me from seeing her.

I studied the striped-sail for a while. It seemed deserted except for the short and wide thing, who was napping in the shade cast by the low sterncastle. Dojango arrived with the keg. We soon had another dead soldier. Dojango ventured the suggestion that we send for reinforcements again.

“I sadly fear we have to go to work. Do your cousins know your brothers?”

“Not by sight, actually. But they must know you’re traveling with grolls.”

“They aren’t the only grolls in the world.” I stripped down while I explained what I wanted to do.

“I think it’s insane, actually. But it might be fun to watch.” His part would be to observe and guard the valuables.

“Tell the boys.”

Below, a gust caught the coaster. She heeled. Men yelled. Four or five went into the water.

“They know what to do.”

“Let’s go.” I tumbled down the front of the pile.

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