The Case of the Toxic Spell Dump

"I don't know," he said, hardly louder than a whisper. He was shaken - I could see that. His left hand reached for the little amber amulet he wore under his shirt. He made it go down by what looked like a deliberate effort of will. I decided to shake him up some more; "And just so you know, Tony, you do have a leak in your containment setup. Michael Manstein and I found Hollywood stardust all around your walls."

"Stardust is harmless," he said, rallying as gamely as he could.

"Yeah, but if stardust is leaking, what else is getting out with it?" Michael had had to make that obvious point for me; now I took malicious pleasure in hitting Sudakis over the head with it He was tough. I'd known that already. "You didn't find anything else, did you?" he demanded.

"No, but we will. Us only a matter of time and thaumaturgy, and you know it as well as I do." I took a deep breath, tried to calm down. "Anyway, that isn't what I came up here for. I wanted to find out who you called when Michael and I got to work out here. Whoever it is either did the kidnapping themselves or else called somebody to arrange to have it done."

The only call I made was to the Devonshire Land Management Consortium office," he said. "I had to let them know so-they-could-" He ran down like a mechanical watch as he realized what he was saying. He kicked at the cement under his feet "Oh, shit."

Them or somebody connected with them," I said. "It just about has to be."

I thought he'd give me more arguments, more denials, but he didn't "Yeah," he said in a voice like ashes.

"So what are you going to do about it?" I said, pushing hard. "Be a good little consortium soldier and pretend none of this has ever happened? You can. It would be legal. You'd probably even get promoted. But could you look at yourself in the mirror whenever you went into a men's room?"

"Fuck you, Dave," he said evenly. I did try to hit him then.

He caught my fist before it connected. I'd known he was stronger than I am, but not how much. If he'd hit me back, somebody else would be telling you this story. But he didn't He just hung onto me for most of a minute, then said, 'You done being stupid?"

I nodded. He let me go. "Good. You don't want to fay preaching at me again. It won't push me in the direction you want me to go. You got that?" He waited until I nodded again before he went on, "Okay. Now that you've got that straight I'd do everything I can to help you get your lady back. For my reasons, mind you, not yours. We're wasting time here."

"I don't think I understand you at all," I said.

"I don't think you do, either." It wasn't pejorative: more as if he was stating a law of nature. Maybe he was. As I've said, I'd never dealt with anybody of European origin who still clung to his people's old gods, not in an artificial cult like that of Hermes, but as part of a tradition as old and serious as my own. Balance of Powers, I thought and then wondered whose side Perkunas was on. After enduring umpty hundred years of Christianity, the Lithuanian Power might be as eager as Huitzilopochtte to get his own back.

But no matter where his god stood, I thought Tony stood with me. Almost dragging me in his wake, he started down the walk toward the exit. I happened to look back toward his office at just the right time. "Wait!" I exclaimed, and grabbed his arm.

It was like taking hold of the Juggernauts car; once he got moving, he didn't want to stop for anything. "Look back there," I said in a tone heading toward desperate. That's what I was talking about before."

Grudgingly, he turned around. "I don't see anything," he said.

"I don't see anything, either," I answered. "I see Nothing.

Here, stand right where I am now." I moved off the spot he moved onto it. He shook his head, started to go. Now I was desperate. "Stand on tiptoe," I suggested; I'm several inches taller than he is.

He gave me a look that would have wilted me under any other circumstances. When I stayed crisp, he shrugged and went up on his toes. A second later, he said something in Lithuanian that I didn't understand. Then he dropped back into English: "You were right after all, Dave. I don't know what that is."

Neither did I. At the moment, I couldn't see the Nothing; the dump just looked like a weedy vacant lot. But when I'd stood where Tony was now, the wall beyond that point seemed to recede into infinite space. And yet, at the same time, it was obviously right where it belonged. I don't know how to explain it any better than that; I got the feeling I wasn't sensing it entirely through normal vision.

Tony Sudakis came down off tiptoe. He was, as usual, briskly derisive. "When you see something you don't understand in a toxic spell dump, you'd better start trying to find out what it is just as fast as you can," he said. "Why don't you call your wizard - his name was Manstein, right? - and have him get up here? The sooner he can find out what's going on over there, the sooner we can start trying to deal with it"