〃You're alone； Carys。 Your erstwhile protector is dead。〃 〃Marty？ Dead？〃 〃At his house： going out for your heroin。〃 She was seconds ahead of him； realizing his error。 Maybe it gave Marty an edge on them； if they thought him dead。 But it wouldn't be wise to fake tears。 She was no tragic actress。 Best to feign disbelief； doubt； at least。
〃No；〃 she said。 〃I don't believe you。〃 〃My own fair hands；〃 said the blond Adonis at the European's back。
〃No；〃 she insisted。
〃Take it from me；〃 the European said； 〃he won't be ing back。 Trust me in this at least。〃 〃Trust you？〃 she murmured。 It was almost funny。
〃Haven't I just prevented your rape？〃 〃He's your creature。〃 〃Yes； and he will be punished； depend upon it。 Now I trust you will return my kindness in ing here； by finding your father for me。 I will not brook delay of any kind； Carys。 We will go back to Caliban Street and you will find him； or by God； I will turn you inside out。 That is a promise。 Saint Thomas will escort you down to the car。〃 The brown…haired smile stepped past his blond panion and offered a hand to Carys。
〃I have very little time to waste； girl；〃 Mamoulian said； and the changed tone of his voice confirmed that claim。 〃So please： let's be done with this wretched business。〃 Tom led Carys down the stairs。 When she'd gone the European turned his attention to the Razor…Eater。
Breer was not afraid of him； he was afraid of no one any longer。 The poky room they faced each other in was hot； he could tell it was hot by the sweat on Mamoulian's cheeks and upper lip。 He； on the other hand； was cool； he was the coolest man in creation。 Nothing would bring fear to him。 Mamoulian surely saw that。
〃Close the door；〃 the European told the blond boy。 〃And find something to bind this man with。〃 Breer grinned。
〃You disobeyed me；〃 the European said。 〃I left you to finish the work at Caliban Street。〃 〃I wanted to see her。〃 〃She's not yours to see。 I made a bargain with you； and like all the others； you break my trust。〃 〃A little game；〃 Breer said。
〃No game is little； Anthony。〃 Have you been with me all this time and not understood that？ Every act carries some weight of significance。 Especially play。〃 〃I don't care what you say。 All words； just words。〃 〃You are despicable；〃 the European said。 Breer's smudged face looked back at him without a trace of anxiety or contrition。 Though the European knew he had supremacy here； something about Breer's look made him uneasy。 In his time Mamoulian had been served by far viler creatures。 Poor Konstantin； for example； whose postmortem appetites had run to more than kisses。 Why then did Breer distress him？
Saint Chad had torn up a selection of clothes； these； with a belt and a tie； were sufficient for Mamoulian's purposes。
〃Tie him to the bed。〃 Chad could barely bring himself to touch Breer； though at least the man didn't struggle。 He acceded to this punishment game with the same idiot grin still creasing his face。 His skin…beneath Chad's hand…felt insolid； as though under its taut； glossy surface the muscle had turned to jelly and pus。 The saint worked as efficiently as he could to get the duty done while the prisoner amused himself watching the flies orbiting his head。
Within three or four minutes Breer was secured hand and foot。 Mamoulian nodded his satisfaction。 〃That's fine。 You may go and join Tom in the car。 I'll be down in a few moments。〃 Respectfully； Chad withdrew； wiping his hands on his handkerchief as he went。 Breer still watched the flies。
〃I have to leave you now；〃 said the European。
〃When will you e back？〃 the Razor…Eater asked。
〃Never。〃 Breer smiled。 〃I'm free； then；〃 he said。
〃You are dead； Anthony；〃 Mamoulian replied。
〃What？〃 Breer's smile began to decay。
〃You've been dead since the day I found you hanging from the ceiling。 I think perhaps somehow you knew I was ing； and you killed yourself to escape me。 But I needed you。 So I gave you a little of my life； to keep you in my employ。〃 Breer's smile had disappeared altogether。
〃That's why you're so impervious to pain； you are a walking corpse。 The deterioration your body should have suffered in these hot months has been held at bay。 Not entirely prevented； I'm afraid； but slowed considerably。〃 Breer shook his head。 Was this the miracle of redemption？
〃Now I no longer need you。 So I withdraw my gift 。 。 。〃 〃No！〃 He tried to make a small pleading gesture； but his wrists were bound together； and the bindings bit into the muscle； causing it to buckle and furrow like soft clay。
〃Tell me how to make amends；〃 he offered。 〃Anything。〃 〃There is no way。〃 〃Anything you ask。 Please。〃 〃I ask you to suffer；〃 the European replied。
〃Why？〃 〃For treachery。 For being； in the end； like the others。〃
〃。 。 。 no 。 。 。 just a little game 。 。 。〃 〃Then let this be a game too； if it amuses you。 Six months of deterioration pressed into as many hours。〃 Mamoulian crossed to the bed； and put his hand on Breer's sobbing mouth； making something very like a snatching gesture。
〃It's over； Anthony；〃 he said。
Breer felt a motion in his lower belly； as though some jittering thing had suddenly twitched and perished in there。 He followed the European's exit with upturned eyes。 Matter； not tears； gathered at their rims。
〃Forgive me；〃 he begged his savior。 〃Please forgive me。〃 But the European had gone； quietly； closing the door behind him。
There was a brawling on the windowsill。 Breer looked from door to window。 Two pigeons had squabbled over some morsel； and were now flying off。 Small white feathers settled on the sill； like midsummer snow。
66
〃It is Mr。 Halifax； isn't it？〃 The man inspecting the boxes of fruit in the breezeless； wasp…woven yard at the back of the shop turned to Marty。
〃Yes。 What can I do for you？〃 Mr。 Halifax had been out sunbathing； and injudiciously。 His face was peeling in places； and looked tender。 He was hot and unfortable and； Marty guessed； thin of temper。 Tact was the order of the day； if he hoped to win the man's confidence。
〃Business OK？〃 Marty asked。
Halifax shrugged。 〃It'll do；〃 he said； unwilling to be drawn on the subject。 〃Lot of my regular customers are on holiday at this time of year。〃 He peered at Marty。 〃Do I know you？〃 〃Yes。 I've been here several times；〃 Marty lied。 〃For Mr。 Whitehead's strawberries。 That's what I came for。 The usual order。〃 Halifax registered nothing； he put down the tray of peaches he was holding。 〃I'm sorry。 I don't supply any Mr。 Whitehead。〃 〃Strawberries；〃 Marty prompted。
〃I heard what you said；〃 Halifax replied testily； 〃but I don't know anyone of that name。 You must be mistaken。〃 〃You do remember me？〃 〃No； I don't。 Now if you'd like to make a purchase； Theresa will serve you。〃 He nodded back in the direction of the shop itself。 〃I'd like to finish here before I cook in this bloody heat。〃 〃But I'm supposed to be picking up strawberries。〃 〃You can have as many as you like；〃 Halifax said； spreading his arms。 〃There's a glut。 Just ask Theresa。〃 Marty could see failure looming。 The man wasn't about to give an inch。 He tried one final tack。 〃You don't have any fruit set aside for Mr。 Whitehead？ You normally have them packed； ready for him。〃 This significant detail seemed to mellow the dismissal on Halifax's face。 Doubt dawned。
〃Look 。 。 。〃 he said； 〃。 。 。 I don't think you quite understand 。 。 。〃 His voice dropped in volume； though there was nobody else in the yard to hear。 〃Joe Whitehead is dead。 Don't you read the newspapers？〃 A large wasp alighted on Halifax's arm； navigating the ginger hairs with difficulty。 He let it crawl there； undisturbed。
〃I don't believe everything I read in the newspapers；〃 Marty replied； quietly。 〃Do you？〃 〃I don't know what you're talking about；〃 the other man returned。
〃His strawberries；〃 Marty said。 〃That's all I'm after。〃 〃Mr。 Whitehead is dead。〃 〃No； Mr。 Halifax； Joe is not dead。 You and I both know that。〃 The wasp rose from Halifax's arm and careered in the air between them。 Marty swatted it away； it came back； its buzz louder。
〃Who are you？〃 Halifax said。
〃Mr。 Whitehead's bodyguard。 I've told you； I've been here before。〃 Halifax bent back to the tray of