Stacia Kane - Wrong Ways Down

TERRIBLE HAD SEEN a lot of dead bodies in his life. Hed created a lot of dead bodies in his life, done a lot of damage to living ones. Were part of his job; being Bumps chief enforcer meant he watched over a lot of things, collected a lot of debts, handled a lot of problems. Meant a lot of people got hurt. Usually not him.

But hed only a few times seen a body like the one in front of him now, flesh torn and frozen into jagged chunks, covered in blood turned to ice. Slick Michigan, one of Bumps street-dealers.

What was left of him, leastaways. He were barely recognizable: sliced to shit, with nothing but bloody holes in he chest and stomach, between his legs. His throat was slit. His skin were shredded.

That was part of the problem. Terrible knelt by the body to get a closer look. Had somebody chopped Slick up like that, or had animals got to him? There were plenty around. Not just dogs and cats, neither. Never could tell what might come outen an alley, especially where they were, near the docks. Dock people kept all kinda shit as pets; hell, he wouldnt be surprised to find some of them had been eating off Slick. Terrible hated being by the docks.

He scanned the streets over and over, watched the windows of the buildings nearby, ready to move fast if he saw even a shadow. The barrel of his gun dug into his side; usually he left it in the car, but on the border streets, or the docks

What you thinking? Roley stood on Slicks other side, shifting from foot to foot. Anxious. Terrible guessed he couldnt blame him. The sight of Slick aint exactly made him feel good, neither, even if they werent where they were. Like a pack of dogs got he, aye?

Terrible shook his head. Somebody had a knife. Slit he throat. But the rest aint know.

He stood up. Get he packed up, dig, take he to the cooler. Let Bump get a look in.

He werent thinking just of Bump having a look, though, were he? No. He werent. Which made sense. Got a mutilated body, it made sense to have a witch look at it. Even if there werent any real obvious magic drawn on it or cut into it. Aye, some people mutilated bodies for fun, but some did it for other reasons. The wrong reasons, using wrong magic.

So it made sense to think maybe he oughta give Chess a ring-up, see was she busy, if she minded having a look. He hated to do it to her, since Slick aint exactly looked pretty, but still. Made sense.

Made sense to step back as Roley and Winchuk started moving Slicks body, too. An unburied body were like a magnet for a ghost, or could be. Chess taught him that; well, hed always thought it were true, but shed confirmed it. Sometimes theyd try coming back from the City of Eternity underground, getting back into they bodies. Why them had to be buried so fast, burned so fast. Were why he made sure them at the Crematorium got their money every month, right on time, so bodies could get dropped off there and taken care of.

Just then he aint felt that kind of unease, like hed learned he felt when ghosts were around. Good thing, too. But he still didnt like the look of that body, and he still thought it were best to check with Bump and get the aye to bring Chess in.

Had nothing to do with wanting a reason to spend more time with her. Nothing at all. Just doing he job.

And now he job was to learn what happened to Slick, and why. Slicks clothes werent on him or nearby, and he wallet werent around anywhere Terrible could see, so he guessed it coulda been robbery. That aint seemed to fit right, though. Somebody killing to steal aint usually spent time there slashing up their victims.

Slick had only been dead half a day at most; he picked up he product the night before just like he ought but aint showed up that morning to turn in he earnings. So no more than fifteen hours, and long enough to freeze solid, or at least for he skin to freeze solid, causen he might just be so stiff from being dead.

Hed died sometime during the night, was all Terrible knew. Figuring shit like that werent what he done best; well, figuring any shit werent what he done best, was it?

A small crowd had started forming, attractedhe guessedby the sight of him, Roley, and Winchuk. Maybe attracted by the body, now the the sun were up so it was visible in through the tall weeds where it lay.

But a crowd in the docks never were a good thing. He knew enough of the dock-people not to be worried. Knew what to do if they started getting too close, if it started looking like they realized they outnumbered him. But he aint exactly wanted to do it, so better to just get out clean.

And try figuring why Slick were up in that part of town to start with. He worked Fifty-ninth, nowhere near the docks. No reason for him being up there, where most of the buildings aint even had roofs and most of the walls were more like piles of rubble. No place in Downside looked real nice or clean, but the docks like a world alone, up there, a cold and real hard one.

He gave Roley and Winchuk the nod to lift the body. No blood. A little on the grass and trash under it, but looked like it smeared off the body rather than running into it from the wounds. None soaked into the dirt. Slick aint been killed there, then. Just dumped there.

He looked at the little crowd. Anybody hear aught? See anything?

Heads shook all around. Shit. Were what he expected, but still shit.

A dame stepped forward, her skin as pale as Slicks from cold and lack of sun. Terrible aint felt the cold much neitherand even if he did he wouldnt have showed itbut he couldnt imagine how that dame werent shivering so hard she could barely stand. Barely dressed at all, she was, just wrapped inna dirty blanket scrap with holes for her arms, tied around her waist with a blue ribbon. Bright blue, only barely smudged with dirt. Like she tried keeping it clean and nice, tried making herself pretty the only way she could. Something about it made sadness echo in his chest.

Specially since there wasnt shit he could do on it, not really. Hed slip her some cash for her knowledge, but it wouldnt go past her next meal, maybe whatever man she gave herself to; no woman went alone on the docks. Not even a tough little one like this one, standing straight and ignoring the cold.

Then he looked a little closer and saw part of the reason why she aint felt the cold, leastaways. Her pupils were hardly visible, just tiny black dots practically spinning in her eyes.

Be Unks place, there, she said, in such a high, squeaky voice he almost expected dogs to start howling. Her bony arm stretched out, her bony finger pointing at the paper-covered windowwerent even a real window, just an irregular hole knocked in the brick wallnext to where Slicks body had been. Could be Unk see or hearn aught, could be, you asking he.

Terrible turned, stared at the window-hole. Whoever Unk were, he were likely watching now. Hed come out in a minute, when he saw them all looking, saw Terrible looking. Least Terrible hoped he would. Hed heard Unks name before, and them at the docks seemed to respect the dude. Terrible didnt want to have to go in after him.

And he didnt have to. After a minute or soa minute or so in which Terrible unfolded his arms, straightened his back, lowered his chin, making the threat more clearthe tied-together battered slats of wood that worked as a door opened, and Unk stepped out onto he front walk.

Old and skinny, bundled in scraps of burlap and fur that looked like dog. A bright green stocking cap covered his head all the way down to his eyes. Bright, aware eyes. Unk had seen something, aye he had.

Dumped he here roundabout darktide, he said. Darktide, it were, hearing me a car, an gave me a peek. Fast peek, aint watching long. No headlights. No moonlights. Aint seed it much. But hearing me a voice. Man voice. Hearing the trunk close.