chapter 11
TRSIEL DID ALL THE TALKING AGAIN. HE TRIED CARRYING on the conversation in English, but it was obvious Janah was more coherent, and comfortable, in her native tongue, so with a quiet apology to me, he switched languages. When they’d finished, he took me back to the white room. He grabbed the second chair and swung it around to face the one he’d been using earlier, then sat on the edge of his and motioned me into the other one.
“You need to find the Nix’s last partner,” he said.
“Okay. So we talk to the Fates and find out who—”
“While the partner is alive, the Fates don’t know who she is.”
I sighed. “Of course not. That would be too easy. So somehow I find this latest partner, hope the Nix is still in her—”
“Our chances of finding the Nix while she’s still cohabiting are next to nil—by the time the police solve the crime, the Nix is long gone. Yet when she leaves a partner, part of her stays behind, a thread of consciousness. Completely one-way, and completely passive. Her partners can’t communicate with her nor she with them. Instead they catch glimpses through her eyes, in sporadic visions.”
“So that’s why we need this angel gift. Hook up with her last partner and we’ll see what the Nix is up to now. This is where my necromancer will come in handy. With her help, I can dig through recent cases of female murderers…” I looked over at Trsiel. “The Fates showed me two past partners. Both serial killers. Both with male partners. Is that the Nix’s MO?”
Trsiel frowned.
“Her usual method,” I said.
He shook his head and stretched his legs. “Coincidence. But you’re on the right track. Two partners, two sets of sensational murders—”
“Headline-grabbers. Nixen, like most demons, get off on chaos. The more chaos, the more payoff. The crimes will be front-page news. So I should look for women accused—” I stopped. “But if they’ve been accused, they’ve probably been caught, and this Nix must have learned a thing or two about hiding her crimes by now.”
“She may, but she doesn’t bother. For her—”
“The more chaos, the more payoff. Right. Commit a few nasty murders, cover your tracks and move on, and people will forget. Let the killer get caught—or make sure she does—and you double your fun.”
He arched his brows. “You have an innate sense of—”
“Let’s just say the Fates didn’t pick me for my charm.”
How much did he know about me? Dumb question, I suppose, considering what that “gift” of his did. But if it bothered him, he hid it well.
“So I’ll find the partner, then you move in and do your thing.”
“That’s probably what the Fates had in mind. But that doesn’t mean I couldn’t help—”
“Thanks, but this I can handle.”
He hesitated, as if this wasn’t the answer he’d wanted. “Yes, well, don’t worry about whittling the list down too much. I can help with that. I’ve dealt with this Nix.”
When I looked up in surprise, he shrugged, and continued. “A couple of times…briefly. First when I brought her in—”
“You’re the one who captured her?”
“It was more a delivery than a capture. I was sent to retrieve the witch she first inhabited.”
“And the second time?”
“Hmmm?”
“You said you met her a couple of times.”
He hesitated. “Right. Well, there’s not much to tell about that one. No capture or delivery involved, unfortunately.” He got to his feet. “I’ll leave you to your investigating, then. If you want anything, just whistle.”
“You know how to whistle, don’t you?” I said, in my best Lauren Bacall voice.
As the words left my mouth, I mentally slapped myself in the forehead, expecting Trsiel to turn to me with that confused frown he’d given when I’d said “MO.” Instead, he smiled.
“Bogie and Bacall,” he said. “To Have and Have Not.”
“Very good. When he died, she buried a gold whistle with him, inscribed ‘If you want anything…just whistle.’”
A corner of his mouth twitched, twisting his smile into a crooked grin. “I didn’t know that.”
“Well, now you do,” I said. “So when I need you…” I grinned. “I’ll just put my lips together…and blow.”
I did just that. Put my lips together, and blew. Then disappeared. Let’s see Bacall top that.