Gilded Latten Bones by Glen Cook

Author:Glen Cook
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Mystery, Fantasy, General, Fiction
ISBN: 9780451463715
Publisher: Roc 2010-11-02
Published: 2010-03-15T04:00:00+00:00

59

Singe said something out in the hallway. I didn’t catch the words but her tone was troubled. John Stretch and I both got up and headed that way, me wondering where I had left my stick and how trouble had gotten close with the Dead Man on the job.

John Stretch put that together quicker than I did. He stopped. I bumped into him, not hard.

Singe returned to the office, headed straight for the cup she had given her brother. Had she been human she would have been pale and grim.

The reason was a step behind her. A fine looking redhead hove into view . . .

That was Kyra Tate, Tinnie’s teenage niece, at first glance a dead ringer for her aunt. In the instant it took me to realize that Kyra was not my dearly beloved, the master redhead herself materialized.

Kyra was just a little older than Crush. She came with manifest teen attitude. She did not want to be here—though it soon became evident that it had been her idea to come. Behind her, Tinnie slowed down, jaw descending, as she took in the size and makeup of the crowd.

General Block lifted his mug to Tinnie. “Good evening, Miss Tate. May I say how very handsome you look tonight?”

He could get away with talking to her like she was an old lady. If I said something like that I would regret it for months.

Behind Tinnie came her uncle Oswald. Behind Uncle was cousin Artifice, who had a reputation as a brawler.

I nearly laughed, watching Tinnie’s reaction to each presence. Strafa should have fallen down whimpering and crawled under something. Crush should have collapsed into a pile of ash. “Wow. And you still have to meet DeeDee and Mike. And to see how Penny has grown.” Which I did not say out loud.

She wouldn’t have heard me anyway. She had taken on a glazed look. In a faraway voice she announced, “I have to see the Man Across the Hall.”

Said entity touched me ever so lightly, without a word, offering the gentlest of reassurances.

Tinnie had arrived primed for a knock-down, drag-out, once-and-forever showdown but had been, from the moment Singe let her in, thrown off stride. There were ratpeople everywhere. There were numerous human people, too, including the commander of the police and a highly placed sorceress off the Hill. And now she had been summoned to the presence of His Nibs, where she would encounter yet another crop of amazing guests.

Singe collected herself. She asked the other Tates if they would like refreshments. Uncle Oswald nodded.

Never looking up, Crush said, “I’ll throw a tantrum if you let her have anything tastier than tea.”

“The same rules apply,” Singe said.

Kyra knew she was the subject but had no idea why. I explained. “Underage drinking. Singe doesn’t approve. Singe, you better check and make sure Penny isn’t sneaking anything.”

“Your sense of humor never improves.”

She and Old Bones both really liked that kid. I never got why. But, so what? I have foibles of my own.

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