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.Everything that Covello had kept in the storehouse of his brain was Deadhead's.Everything the don had known.A sudden insight struck Brennan.Only the dead, he thought, could know everything.They were finished and done with.Their lives were complete.Only the dead could know Jokertown, totally and completely, for they had no need of new knowledge.Like him, when he'd been in the mountains.His life had been peaceful, unchanging, and serene.And quite dead.Now he was living again.The sense of uncertainty and loss of control that had increasingly been plaguing him was the price he paid for living.It was a high price, but so far, he realized, he could afford it.Fadeout and Siu Ma exchanged concerned glances when Brennan entered the chamber alone."What happened?" Fadeout asked."Ambush.That crazy Yeoman bastard.Killed Whiskers and the other Werewolves.Pinned me to the wall by my damn hand." Brennan held out his right hand.It was wrapped in a bloody rag torn from his shirt.It had hurt like hell to drive the arrow through his palm.It'd been, Brennan reflected, penance of a sort for what he'd done since his arrival in the city."He let you live?" Siu Ma asked."He wanted me to deliver this.He said it was no good to him." He held up Kien's diary, which had been blanked when Jennifer had ghosted it from Kien's wall safe.He hated like hell to give it back and let Kien know that he was safe from the secrets he'd written therein, but he had to give Kien something concrete to get him off Jennifer's back.Fadeout took the diary from him and, mystified, riffled through its blank pages."Did.did Yeoman do this?" Brennan shook his head."He said it happened when Wraith stole it."Fadeout smiled."Well, that's great.That's really great." Even Siu Ma looked pleased."There was one more thing." Brennan forced himself to speak like a dispassionate messenger when he really wanted to brand the words on Fadeout's forehead so Kien would be sure to understand the iron behind them.Fadeout and Siu Ma looked at him expectantly."He also had a message.He said to tell Kien-yeah, the name was Kien-that he knows where Kien lives, just as Kien knows where Wraith lives.He said to tell Kien that their feud goes beyond life and death, that it is one of honor and retribution, but that he will be satisfied with Kien's life if anything happens to Wraith.He says he has an arrow with Kien's name on it waiting.just waiting."He'd delivered a similar promise a few months ago in behalf of another.But perhaps justifiably she had refused to accept his protection and chose instead to go away.Jennifer, though, had simply nodded when he'd told her his plan, had accepted it as if she truly, totally trusted him."I see." Fadeout and Siu Ma exchanged worried glances."Well, yes, I'll pass that on." Fadeout nodded decisively."I will indeed." He pulled worriedly at his lower lip.Siu Ma stood up."You have proven yourself worthy," she said."I hope that your association with the Shadow Fists will be long and prosperous."Brennan looked at her.He permitted himself to smile."I'm sure it will," he said."I'm sure it will."All the King's Horsesby George R.R.MartinITom found the latest issue of Aces in the outer office, while the loan officer kept him waiting.The cover showed the Turtle flying over the Hudson against a spectacular autumn sunset.The first time he'd seen that photograph, in Life, Tom had been tempted to have it framed.But that had been a long time ago.Even the shell in the picture was gone now, jettisoned somewhere in space by the aliens who'd captured him last spring.Underneath, letters black against the scarlet-tinged clouds, the blurb asked, "The TurtleDead or Alive?""Fuck," Tom said aloud, annoyed.The secretary gave him a disapproving look.He ignored her and thumbed through the magazine to find the story.How the hell could they possibly say he was dead? So he got napalmed and crashed into the Hudson in full view of half the city, so what? He'd come back, hadn't he? He'd taken an old shell and crossed the river, flown over Jokertown near dawn the day after Wild Card Day, thousands of people must have seen him.What more did he have to do?He found the article.The writer made a big deal of the fact that no one had seen the Turtle for months.Perhaps he died after all, the magazine suggested, and the dawn sighting was only some kind of mass hallucination.Wish fulfillment, one expert suggested.A weather balloon, said a second.Or maybe Venus [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]