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Chapter 7-9

  Chapter Seven

  "They ran down the hill," bittersweet said in a high, almost musical voice, but it was music that was off-key today. It was her stress showing through even as she tried to answer questions.

  She was hiding between Robert's collar and his neck, peeking at the two plainclothes detectives like a scared toddler. Maybe she was that frightened, or maybe she was playing to her size. Most humans treat the demi-fey like children, and the tinier they are, the more childlike humans view them. I knew better.

  The two uniforms, Wright and O'Brian, had taken up posts by the far door, where the detectives had told them to stand. The Fear Dearg had gone back into the outer room to help in the shop, though I had given a thought to how much help he would be with customers. He seemed more likely to frighten than to take orders.

  "How many ran down the hill?" Lucy asked in a patient voice. Her partner had his notebook out writing things down. Lucy had once explained to me that some people got nervous watching their words being written down. It could help you intimidate suspects, but it could also intimidate witnesses when that was the last thing you wanted. The compromise was that Lucy let her partner write down when she interrogated. She did the same for him on occasion.

  "Four, five. I'm not sure. " She hid her face against Robert's neck. Her thin shoulders began to shake, and we realized she was crying again.

  All we'd learned so far was that they'd been male elf wannabes complete with long hair and ear implants. There were anywhere between four and six of them, though there could have been more. Bittersweet was only certain of four, or more. She was very fuzzy on time, because most fey, especially ones who still do their original nature-oriented jobs, use light, not clocks, to judge time.

  Robert got the demi-fey to eat a little more cake. We'd already explained to the detectives why the sweets were important. Oh, and why were we still here? When we'd gotten up to leave, Bittersweet had gotten hysterical again. She seemed convinced that without the princess and royal guards to make the human police behave, they would drag her off to the police station and all that metal and technology, and they would kill her by accident.

  I'd tried to vouch for Lucy being one of the good guys, but Bittersweet had lost someone she loved to just such an accident decades ago when she and he first came out to Los Angeles. I guess if I'd lost one of my loves to police carelessness, I might have trouble trusting too.

  Lucy tried again, "Can you describe the wannabes who ran down the hill?"

  Bittersweet peeked out with frosting smeared on her tiny mouth. It was very innocent, very victim-looking, yet I knew that most demi-fey would take fresh blood over sweets.

  "Everyone is tall to me, so they were tall," she said in that little piping voice. It was not the voice that had screamed at us. She was playing the humans. It might be suspicious, or it might simply be habit, camouflage so the big people didn't hurt her.

  "What color was their hair?" Lucy asked.

  "One was black as night, one was yellow like maple leaves before they fall, one was paler yellow like roses when they fade from the sun, one had hair like leaves when they've fallen and lost all color save brown, though it's the brown after a rain. "

  We all waited, but she went back to the cake that Robert held up for her.

  "What were they wearing, Bittersweet?"

  "Plastic," she said, at last.

  "What do you mean, 'plastic'?" Lucy asked.

  "Clear plastic like you wrap leftover food in. "

  "You mean they wore plastic wrap?"

  She shook her head. "They had plastic over their hair and clothes, and their hands. "

  I watched Lucy and her partner both fight not to give away the fact that the news excited them. This bit of description must help explain something at the crime scene, which gave credence to Bittersweet's statement. "What color was the plastic?"

  I sipped my tea and tried not to draw attention to myself. Frost, Doyle, and I were here because Bittersweet trusted us to keep her out of the clutches of the human police. She trusted as most of the lesser fey did that the nobles of her court would be noble. We would try. Lucy had insisted that Doyle sit on the couch with me rather than looming over them. So I sat on the couch between the two of them. Frost had even moved from the couch arm to the actual couch, so he wouldn't loom either.

  "It had no color," Bittersweet said, and whispered something in Robert's ear. He reached carefully to bring the china teacup up so she could drink from it. It was large enough for her to bathe in.

  "Do you mean," asked Lucy, "that it was colorless?"

  "That is what I said," and she sounded a little more irritated. Was it glamour, which the demi-fey were very, very good at, that gave an edge of bee buzzing to her words?

  "So you could see their clothes underneath the plastic?"

  She seemed to think about that, then nodded.

  "Can you describe the clothes?"

  "Clothes, they were clothes, squished behind the plastic. " She rose suddenly upward, her clear dragonfly wings buzzing around her like a moving rainbow halo. "They are big people. They are humans. They all look alike to me. " The high angry buzzing was louder, like an undercurrent to her words.

  Lucy's partner said, "Does anyone else hear bees?"

  Robert stood, raising his hand toward the hovering fey like you would to encourage a bird to land on your hand. "Bittersweet, they want to help find the men who did this terrible thing. They are here to help you. "

  The sound of angry bees rose high and higher, loud and louder. If I'd been outside, I'd have been running. The tension level in the room had gone way up. Even Frost and Doyle were tense beside me, though we all knew it was a sound illusion that would keep curious big people from coming too close to the small fey, or her plants. It was a noise designed to make you nervous, to make you want to be elsewhere. That was the point of it.

  There was another loud knock on the door. Lucy said, "Not now. " She kept her eyes on the hovering demi-fey. She wasn't treating Bittersweet like a child now. Lucy was like anyone who had been on the job long enough; they get a sense for danger. All the best cops I know listen to that crawling sensation on the back of their necks. It's how they stay alive.

  Robert tried again, "Bittersweet, please, we are here to help you. "

  Wright opened the door enough to relay Lucy's message. There was urgent whispering back and forth.

  Doyle's leg was tensed under my hand, ready to spring him forward. The line of Frost's body had a slight tremor up its entire length where it touched mine like an eager horse. They were right. If Bittersweet used the same power on the detectives that had knocked Doyle and Robert down, they could be badly hurt.

  For the first time I wondered if Bittersweet was more than just scared. Once was lashing out in hysteria, but twice? I wondered, was she crazy? It happened to the fey just like humans. Some fey went a little mad in exile from faerie. Had our star witness hallucinated the killers? Was this all for nothing?

  Robert moved forward, his hand still upraised. "Bittersweet, my sweet, please. There's more cake, and I'll send for fresh tea. "

  The angry buzz of bees grew louder. The tension in the room rose on the strength of the sound like a musical note drawn out too long so you almost wanted it to change at any cost rather than simply continuing.

  She turned in midair, her wings making a silver and rainbow blur around her body. Tiny as she was, all I could think was that she hovered like one of those fighter planes. The analogy should have been ridiculous for someone four inches tall, but malice rolled off of her in waves.

  "I am not some foolish brownie to be calmed by sweets and tea," she said.

  Robert lowered his arm, slowly, because the insult was a true one. Brownies had often taken their payment in sweets and tea, or good liquor in the olden days.

  There was some kind of commotion outside the door, raised voices, as if a crowd was trying to get past the
policemen whom I knew had to be on the other side. Bittersweet did another of those precise, almost mechanical turns, this time toward the door and the noise. "The killers are here. I won't let them take my magic and destroy me. " If someone forced the door now she would hurt them, or at least hurt Wright and O'Brian, who were on our side of the door.

  I did the only thing I could think of. I spoke. "You asked for my help, Bittersweet. "

  The malignant hovering doll turned toward me. Doyle moved slightly forward on the couch, minutely, so that if she had another burst of power he could shield me. Frost's body was so tense beside me it felt like his muscles should ache with it. I fought not to tense, to be calm, and to send calm out to Bittersweet. She was a buzzing, rage-filled thing, and I wondered again if she was mad.

  "You begged me to stay here and keep you safe. I stayed, and I have made certain that the police did not take you somewhere with more metal and technology. "

  She dipped toward the ground, and then hovered again, but not as high, and not as precise. I knew enough of winged beings to know that that was puzzlement, a hesitation. The sound of bees began to fade.

  She scrunched her tiny face up and said, "You stayed because I was afraid. You stayed because I asked. "

  "Yes," I said, "that's exactly right, Bittersweet. "

  The voices outside grew louder, more strident. "It's too late, Queen Meredith. They've come. " Bittersweet turned toward the door. "They've come to get me. " Her voice sounded distant, and not right. Danu save us, she was mad. The question was, had the madness come before or after she saw her friends dead? The sound of bees began to grow louder again, and there was the smell of summer and sun beating down on the grass.

  "They aren't coming to get you, Bittersweet," I said, and I sent calming thoughts to her. I wished we'd had Galen or Abeloec with us; they could both project positive emotions. Abe could make warriors stop in the middle of the battle and have a drink together. Galen just made everyone happy to be around him. None of the three of us sitting here could do any of that. We could kill Bittersweet to save the humans from harm, but could we stop her short of that?

  "Bittersweet, you called me your queen. As your queen I command you not to harm anyone in this place. "

  She looked back over her shoulder at me and her almond-shaped eyes glinted blue with her magic. "I'm not Bittersweet anymore. I'm just Bitter, and we have no queen," she said. She began to fly toward the door.

  O'Brian said, "Detectives?"

  We all stood and began to move carefully after the demi-fey. Lucy came close to me and whispered, "What kind of damage can she really do?"

  "Enough to blast the door off its hinges," I said.

  "With my people between her and the door," Lucy said.

  "Yes," I said.

  "Well, shit. "

  I agreed.

  Chapter Eight

  A voice came through the door, high and musical; just hearing it made me start to smile. "Bittersweet, my child, do not fear. Your fairy godmother is here. "

  Bittersweet dipped toward the floor again. "Gilda," she said in an uncertain voice. The bee sounds were fading along with the scent of summer-browned grass.

  "Yes, dearie, it's Gilda. Calm down in there and the nice policeman will let me through. "

  Bittersweet floated to the floor in front of the surprised Wright and O'Brian. The little fey laughed and the two officers laughed with her. The demi-fey were our smallest people, but some of them had glamour to rival the sidhe, though most of my people would never admit it.

  I found myself wanting to help Gilda get through that door. I glanced at the detectives to see the glamour working on them, but it wasn't. They just looked puzzled, as if they heard a song but it was too distant to understand the words. I could hear the song too, something like a music box, or the tinkling of chimes, or bells, or . . . I shielded harder, a flexing of the mind and will, and the song was pushed away. I didn't want to smile like a fool or help Gilda get through that door.

  Bittersweet laughed again and Lucy's partner did too, nervously, as if he knew he shouldn't. Lucy said, "Did you leave your anti-charm at home again?"

  He shrugged.

  She reached into her pocket and handed him a small cloth bag. "I brought extra today. " She flicked her eyes at me as if wondering if I'd take offense.

  "Sometimes even I wear protection," I said. I didn't add out loud, "but usually only around my own relatives. "

  Lucy gave me a quick smile of thanks.

  I whispered to Doyle and Frost, "Do you feel Gilda's persuasion?"

  "Yes," Frost said.

  "It's aimed at fey only," Doyle said, "but she has not the precision to aim only at Bittersweet. "

  I glanced behind me at Robert. He seemed fine, but he came closer to us at my glance. "You know brownies are solitary faeries, Princess. We're not so easily taken by such things. "

  I nodded. I did know that, but somehow the plastic surgery made me think of Robert as less than pure brownie.

  "But just because I can fight it off doesn't mean I don't feel it," he said, and shivered. "She's an abomination, but she's got juice. "

  I was a little startled at his using the word "abomination. " It was reserved for humans who had fallen afoul of wild magic and been changed to something monstrous. I'd met Gilda, and "monstrous" wasn't a word I would have used to describe her. But I'd only met her once, briefly, in the days when everyone in L. A. thought I was just another human with a lot of fey blood in my family tree somewhere. I wasn't important enough or a big enough toadie for her to be interested in me then.

  The detectives moved out of the little partitioned area. Robert motioned for us to go first. I gave him a look, and he whispered, "She will make this about queens. I want it clear which queen I would choose. "

  I whispered back, "I am not queen. "

  "I know you and tall, dark, and handsome gave it all up for love. " He grinned and there was something of the old brownie in that grin; it needed less-than-perfect teeth and a less-than-perfect face, but it was still a leer.

  It made me smile back.

  "I've got it on good authority that Goddess herself came down and crowned you both. "

  "Exaggerations," I said. "The power of faerie and Goddess, but there was no physical materialization of Deity. "

  He waved it away. "You're splitting hairs, Merry, if it's still all right to call you that, or do you prefer Meredith?"

  "Merry is fine. "

  He grinned up at my two men, who were intent on the far door and its opening. "The last time I saw these two they were the queen's guard dogs. " He looked at me with those shrewd brown eyes. "Some men are drawn to power, Merry, and some women are more queen without a crown than others are with one. "

  As if on cue the door opened and Gilda, Fairy Godmother of Los Angeles, swept into the room.

  Chapter Nine

  Gilda was a vision of light, lace, and sparkles. Her floor-length dress seemed to have been scattered with diamonds that caught the light so that she moved in a circle of bright white sparkles. The dress itself was pale blue, but the diamond flashes were so numerous they almost made an overdress that covered the pale blue lace, so the illusion was that there was a dress made of light and movement over the actual dress. It seemed a little flashy to me, but it matched the rest of her, from her crystal-and-glass crown towering over her blond ringlets to the two-foot-long wand complete with a starred tip.

  She was like a magical version of a movie fairy godmother, but then she'd been a wardrobe mistress in the movies in the 1940s, so when the wild magic found her and offered her a wish, clothes were important to her. No one knew the truth about how she'd been offered the magic. She'd told more than one version over the years. Every version made her look more heroic. The last story was something about rescuing children from a burning car, I think.

  She waved the wand around the room like a queen waving her scepter at her subjects.
But there was a prickling of power as the wand moved past us. Whatever else was illusion about Gilda, the wand was real. It was faerie workmanship, but beyond that no one had been able to say what the wand was, and where it had come from. Magic wands were very rare among us, because we didn't need them.

  When Gilda had made her wish, she hadn't realized that almost everything she wanted marked her as fake. Her magic was real enough, but the way she did it, everything about her was more fairy tale than faery.

  "Come here, little one," she said, and just like that Bittersweet flew to her. Whatever sort of compulsion spell she had in her voice, it was strong. Bittersweet nestled into those golden ringlets, lost in the dazzle of light. Gilda turned as if to leave the room.

  Lucy called, "Excuse me, Gilda, but you can't take our witness just yet. "

  "I am her queen. I have to protect her. "

  "Protect her from what?" Lucy asked.

  The light show made Gilda's face hard to read. I thought she looked annoyed. Her perfectly bowed mouth made an unhappy moue. Her perfectly blue eyes narrowed a little around her long diamond-sparkled lashes. When I'd last seen her, she'd been covered in gold dust, from her eyelashes to a more formfitting formal dress. Gilda was always gilded, but it changed substance with her clothes.

  "Police harassment," she said. Again she turned as if to leave.

  "We aren't done with our witness," Lucy said.

  Robert said, "You seem in a hurry to leave, Godmother, almost as if you don't want Bittersweet to speak with the police. "

  She turned back then, and even through all the silly lights and sparkles she was angry. "You have never had a civil tongue in your head, brownie. "

  "You liked my tongue well enough once, Gilda," he said.

  She blushed in that way that some blonds and redheads do, all the way into her hairline. "The police wouldn't let me bring all my people inside here. If Oberon were here you wouldn't dare say such things. "

  Frost said, "Oberon? Who's Oberon?"

  She frowned at him. "He is my king, my consort. " Her eyes narrowed again, but more like she was squinting. I wondered if the diamond lights were bright enough to affect her vision. She was acting as if they were.

  Her face softened suddenly. "The Killing Frost. I had heard you were in L. A. I've been waiting for you to visit me. " Her voice was suddenly sweet and teasing. There was some power to her voice, but it washed over me like the sea on a stone. I didn't think it was my improved shields. I think this compulsion spell was simply not meant for me.

  She turned and said, "Darkness, the Queen's Darkness, now exiled to our fair land. I'd hoped that you would both pay court to me. It has been so long since I've seen anyone from faerie. I would dearly love it if you would visit me. "

  "Your magic will not work on us," Doyle said in his deep voice.

  A little shiver ran down her, making the top of her crown shake, the blue lace quiver, and the diamonds send little rainbows around the room. "Come over here and bring that big, deep voice with you. "

  Frost said, "She's insulting you. "

  "More than us," Doyle said.

  I took in a lot of air, let it out slowly, and moved forward past the police. My men moved with me, and I felt that Gilda genuinely thought her spell was working. Now that we'd seen what she did to Bittersweet, and what she had tried to do to my men, we were going to have to take a harder look at how she got the other lesser fey to obey her. If it was all magic and compulsion and no free will, then that was bad.

  "Both of you coming to me, how marvelous," she said.

  "Am I missing something?" Lucy asked as I passed her.

  I whispered, "A pissing contest of sorts. "

  Gilda couldn't keep acting as if she didn't see me. She kept smiling past me at Doyle and Frost, as if pretending still that they were coming closer for her. She actually held out her hand at a higher angle than I would need, as if she'd just bypass me.

  "Gilda, Godmother of Los Angeles, greetings," I said, voice low but clear.

  She made a little humph sound, then looked at me, lowering her hand as she did so. "Merry Gentry. Back in town, I see. "

  "All the royal of faerie know that if another royal gives you your title, you must give them back their own, or it's an insult that can only be settled by a duel. " That was half true - there were other options - but a duel was at the end of all the other options. But Gilda wouldn't know that.

  "Duels are illegal," she said primly.

  "As are compulsion spells that steal the free will of any legal citizen of these United States. "

  She blinked at me, frowning. Bittersweet cuddled against Gilda's curls with a face gone half sleepy, as if touching Gilda made the godmother's spell even stronger. "I don't know what you're talking about. "

  "Yes, you do," I said, and I leaned closer, so that the light around her dress reflected in my tricolor eyes and moonlight skin. "I don't remember you being this powerful last time we met, Gilda. What have you been doing to gain such power?"

  I was close enough to see the flash of fear in her perfect blue eyes. She masked it, but it had been there. What had she been doing that she didn't want anyone to know about? I had the thought that maybe she really didn't want Bittersweet to talk to the police. Maybe Gilda knew more about the murders than she wanted to let on. There were spells - evil spells, forbidden spells - that allowed a fey to steal power from those less powerful. I'd even seen a human wizard who had perfected it so that he could steal power from other humans who had only the faintest trace of faerie blood. He'd died trying to rape me. No, I didn't kill him. The sidhe traitor who had given the human the power killed him before we could use him to trace the power back to its master. The traitor was dead now, too, so it had all evened out.

  Then I realized why I'd noticed the blond wannabe in the cafe. We'd killed the main wizard of that ring of magic thiefs and rapists, but we hadn't caught all of them. One of them had been described to me as an uncircumcised wannabe with long blond hair named Donald. It would be a huge coincidence, but I'd seen bigger coincidences in real life. Was stealing magic slowly over months that much of a step up to stealing the demi-fey's magic all at once? It was only magic that kept the smallest of us alive outside of faerie.

  Something must have shown on my face, because Gilda asked, "What's wrong with you? Why are you looking at me like that?"

  "Do you know an elf wannabe named Donald?"

  "I would never consort with the false elves. They are an abomination. "

  I thought her choice of words was interesting. "Do you have a sidhe lover?"

  "That is none of your business. "

  I studied her offended face. Would she not know the difference between a really well-done wannabe and the real thing? I doubted that she'd ever been with a true sidhe of the courts, and if you've never had the real thing you might have trouble spotting a fake.

  I smiled, and said, "Hold that thought. " I started for the door behind her. Doyle and Frost followed like shadows. Lucy called after me, "Merry, where are you going?"

  "Need to check something in the cafe," I called back but kept moving. The room was thick with people, police of different flavors, and the court retinue that followed Gilda everywhere, but that the police hadn't allowed into the back room. They were a pretty lot, almost as shiny and spectacular as their mistress. There were still customers at the tables, a mix of human and fey. Some had stayed to have tea and cakes, but others were just there to gawk.

  I pushed my way through the crowd, until Doyle moved a little forward of me and people just seemed to move out of his way. When he wanted to he could be very intimidating. I'd seen men step out of his way without even knowing why they'd done so. But when Doyle got me through the crowd, the table that had held the blond wannabe was empty.

 

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