Брайан Макклеллан - Uncanny Collateral

I leaned over Ferryman’s card table and tapped on my phone. “ That is way above my pay grade.” I took a map of northeast Ohio out of my pocket and set it in front of him. I used a pen to circle the locations of the Ashtabula and Painesville meth houses. “He hired imps here and here. Now, ghouls need grave dirt to recharge during twilight hours. I’m willing to bet if you got yourself an OtherOps sweep team and told them exactly what they were looking for, they’d be able to search every graveyard in two counties, starting with these locations, and you could have your asshole ghoul in three or four days.”

Ferryman didn’t bother to look at the map. “Are you scared of it?” he asked.

“Are you joking? That thing could be thousands of years old. I’m a twenty-eight-year-old mixed-blood troll. I can throw around imps and humans without a problem. I could probably go toe-to-toe with a werewolf if I had to. But an undead desert spirit?” I shook my head. “I’m betting the only reason he didn’t kill me last night was that he knew a dead reaper would put even worse than me on his trail.”

“Probably,” Ferryman agreed.

“So are you going to get OtherOps involved now? I’ve done the work for you. You’re practically there.” I mentally crossed my fingers.

Ferryman took a long drag at his cigarette, then flicked the butt into the darkness before twirling his fingers to produce another one. “No.”

“What do you mean, no?”

“No OtherOps. I want you to bring this thing down.”

I scoffed. “I just told you: I can’t.”

“Can’t, or won’t?”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

Ferryman leaned back in his chair. “Jinn aren’t scared of much, but they have a natural aversion toward undead of their own kind.”

My mouth went dry. I could feel Maggie recoil. “This has nothing to do with her,” I whispered.

“Are you sure?” he asked. “You have a jinn on your finger. I assume that she gives you advice, and I assume that the advice that she gave you is to avoid the ghoul at all costs.”

What the fuck is this? Maggie snarled. A playschool dare? He’s trying to goad you into going after a ghoul!

“Is she wrong?” I challenged Ferryman. He raised his eyebrows at the vehemence of my reply. I cleared my throat, and in a calmer voice, repeated myself. “Is she wrong?”

Ferryman pursed his lips. “Perhaps. Perhaps not. I still have vested interest in catching this creature without the help of a third party.” He stared at me expectantly. I got the distinct impression that he wanted me to do this, and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why.

“Catching,” I said. “ Catching ? I don’t think I could even kill it, let alone take it alive.”

“I need to know where the rest of the soul mirrors are,” Ferryman said. “And I’m willing to pay handsomely.”

“You’re already paying Ada a fortu…” I trailed off, realizing what he meant.

He gave me his thin-lipped smile and took a drag on his new cigarette. “Finish this job for me, and I will award Ada the agreed-upon price. And I will give you something you want as well. Like the names of your parents.”

I took two steps back involuntarily, almost tripping over my own feet. “You can do that?” I asked quietly.

He nodded.

My contract with Ada is… complicated. She owns me, but that’s technically illegal. She bought me from Paronskaft right before they were shut down by OtherOps. The sale was, however, off the books. Even if I were to go to OtherOps and reveal the barcode on my chest and tell them my life story, they wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing about it because I don’t know the names of my parents. Get the names of my parents, and I might be able to track down the contract. Get the contract, and I could have it annulled by an OtherOps judge.

I could be free.

You can’t do it, Maggie said. If you corner a ghoul in a cemetery, it’ll eat you alive.

What about twilight, when it’s regaining its strength?

It’s not like a draugr. It’ll still be functional, and it’ll be pissed that you ruined its sleep.

I stared hard at Ferryman. This didn’t even feel real anymore. I’d spent so much time as a slave that the idea of gaining my freedom hadn’t even passed through my mind since I was a kid. A thought hit me – the elusive niggle that had been creeping around in the back of my head for days, getting stronger with each moment. I realized it was that information about Kappie owning Judith’s offices that set it off.

Maggie, can a ghoul absorb memories?

She seemed taken aback by the question. I’m not sure. The ability isn’t uncommon among shapeshifters, but they’d have to consume the brain. Why do you ask?

Because that ghoul wasn’t trying to kill me back there.

Right, she said. We established that.

It pulled me through a house and threw me more than sixty feet. If it wasn’t trying to kill me, why did it do that?

To get you away from the imps so he could kill anyone that could identify him.

Maggie, normal people don’t survive that kind of thing. How the hell would it know I’d survive?

I… because it knows you’re a troll?

Which is not a secret, but it’s not common knowledge, either. There’s maybe a dozen people in the state who know what I am. Which means I don’t have to fight him in a cemetery at all.

I rounded the table to stand next to Ferryman and unfolded the map. “Okay,” I told him. “This is what we’re going to do.”

A few minutes later, I sat back at my office desk, fingers still pressed against Ferryman’s stepping mirror. I grabbed my car keys and wallet and sprinted for the door, passing Nadine with a wave. I peeled out of the parking lot, and as soon as I was on the highway, I called Nadine.

“Forget something, hun?” she asked.

“Nope, just in a hurry.”

“What can I do for you?”

“Call the OtherOps morgue. Ask them if an unidentified imp body has passed through there.”

“When?”

“Anytime in the last eighteen months. I want to know whether the brain was missing.”

“Right on it, hun.”

I hung up and eased my seat back a little. I could sense Maggie brooding, no doubt making plans for the eventuality of her ring winding up in the stomach of a ghoul. I looked at the clock. It was ten in the morning. Just a few hours until her anniversary started.

As if she could feel me thinking about her, she spoke up. You know, you could wait a little while. We can fight it together.

I was both surprised and touched by the offer. Maggie was always there for me while in her ring, but she’d made it clear since the beginning that her anniversary was her time, no matter what. If I couldn’t spend it with her, too bad. That she’d offer to spend it gallivanting after a creature that obviously scared her meant a lot.

I can’t wait, I said. If it even suspects that I know who it’s been masquerading as, it’ll skip town. Shit, it might already be gone.

I hope it is, she said petulantly.

I don’t.

My phone rang. It was Nadine. “Got anything for me?” I asked.

“As a matter of fact, I do. I’ve got one of their morticians on the other line. He says a mangled imp body came through about eleven months ago. The back of the skull was caved in and the brain was missing. They never ID’d him, and there were no zombie reports in the area, so they did an autopsy and cremated it.”

“Does he still have the autopsy report?”

“He’s got it in front of him.”