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  Nightingale’s

  Lament

  Simon R. Green

  My name is John Taylor. I’ve made that a name to be respected and feared, but it’s also made me a target my whole life.

  I operate as a private eye, in a world where gods and monsters are real. The Nightside: the sick, secret magical heart of London. A place where dreams come true, whether you want them to or not. It’s not easy to find a way in, and it can be even harder to find a way out.

  I can find anything, solve any mystery. Except the answers to the dark and deadly secrets of my own past.

  My name is John Taylor. And if you’ve come looking for me, either you’re in trouble, or you’re about to be.

  Contents

  The Hanged Man’s Beautiful Daughter

  Between Cases

  Downtime in Uptown

  Cavendish Properties

  The Singer, Not the Song

  All the News, Dammit

  Death and Life, Sort of

  Divas!

  Seeing the Light, at Last

  Coda, with a Dying Fall

  The Hanged Man’s Beautiful Daughter

  There are all kinds of Powers running loose in the Nightside, but its power sources have to be rather more reliable, as well as completely divorced from outside interference. Someone’s got to pump out the electricity to keep all that hot neon burning. The Nightside, being a city within a city, draws its energies from many sources—some of them illegal, some of them unnatural. Power is generated by blood sacrifices and imprisoned godlings, gestalt minds and tiny black holes held captive inside stasis fields. And there are other sources, so vast and awful, so alien and unutterably other, that just to glimpse their secret workings would drive a man insane. Not that anyone cares about such things in the Nightside, not as long as the lights are bright and the trains keep running. But the only really dependable source for electricity used to be the futuristic power plant of Prometheus Inc. Magic may be more flashy, but there’s always been as much super-science as sorcery in the Nightside.

  Prometheus Inc. was a fairly recent success story. Not quite six years old, it had a reputation for dependability and savagely undercutting prices, which made it the company that supplied some twelve percent of the Nightside’s electricity. So the recent sudden outbreak of sabotage and destruction inside the closely guarded power plant could not be allowed to continue. Walker made that very clear. Walker represents the Authorities, the shadowy people who run things here, inasmuch as anyone does, or can. He sends the occasional job my way, when it suits him, because I am quiet, dependable, and entirely expendable.

  I stood in the shadows at the end of the street, quietly studying the hulking edifice that was Prometheus Inc. It wasn’t much to look at—just another great tower block of glass and steel. The top floors were offices, administration and the like. Middle floors were laboratories, for research and development. And the bottom floor was public relations. The power plant itself, that modern wonder of efficiency and incredible output, was supposedly somewhere underground. I say supposedly, because as far as I knew, only a handful of people had ever seen it. The whole thing was automated, run from a single control centre, and even after six years no-one had any idea of what it was or how it worked. And it’s not easy, keeping secrets in the Nightside.

  The whole Prometheus Inc. success story had happened while I was away, trying—and failing—to live an ordinary life in the ordinary world. Now I was back, and I was quite keen to see what was being hidden under the surface of Prometheus Inc. I like knowing things that no-one else does. It’s helped me keep alive, down the years. I strolled out of the shadows and headed for the office building. There was a small army of security men and rent-a-cops surrounding the place, and those nearest the main door lifted their heads and paid attention as they spotted me approaching. An awful lot of guns zeroed in on me, and the sound of safeties clicking off was almost deafening. If I’d been anyone else, I might have been worried.

  I came to a halt before the main door and smiled at the rent-a-cops arrayed before me, in their wonderfully striking uniforms of midnight blue with silver piping. I nodded to the officer in charge, a tall and somewhat overweight man with cold, careful eyes. He held his ground, and his gaze didn’t waver, though behind him we could both hear his men whispering my name. Some of them crossed themselves or made ancient warding signs. I let my smile widen just a little, because I could see it upset them. Ever since I tracked down the Unholy Grail and stood off two armies of angels to do it, my reputation had been going through the roof. Mostly nonsense, of course, but I did nothing to discourage the rumours, particularly the nasty ones. Nothing like a good—or more properly speaking a bad—reputation to keep the flies off.

  “I’m supposed to ask for identification,” said the officer. “And shoot anyone who isn’t on the approved list.”

  “You know who I am,” I said calmly. “And I’m expected.”

  The officer relaxed a little. “First good news I’ve had all night. Hello, Taylor. I’m actually glad to see you. This whole business has my people seriously spooked.”

  “Has anyone been killed?” I asked, frowning. “I understood this was just a sabotage case.”

  “No deaths as yet, but a hell of a lot of casualties.” The officer scowled. “Whoever’s tearing this place apart doesn’t give a damn about anyone who gets in his way. I’ve lost forty of my people in the last three nights, and I still haven’t got a clue as to who’s behind it all. No-one ever sees anything, until it’s too late. I’ve had this place closed up tighter than a duck’s arse, and still the bastard keeps getting in.”

  “Inside job?” I asked, to show I was paying attention.

  “That was my first thought, but there hasn’t been anyone in there for a week. The boss sent them all home when the problems started. He’s the only one left in the building. I ran the usual security checks on the staff anyway, just in case, but nothing showed up. Most of them haven’t been around long enough to work up a serious grudge.”

  “So what’s freaking your men?” I asked quietly. “If they were any more on edge, they’d be shooting each other.”

  The officer snorted. “I told you. No-one ever sees anything. I’ve got saturation coverage around the building, CCTV inside, and infrared and motion sensors working. And whoever it is comes and goes without setting off any of them.”

  “There are a lot of things in the Nightside that come and go as they please,” I pointed out.

  “Don’t I know it. But this is supposed to be a high-tech, low-magic area. If any heavy-duty magic-user had appeared here, he’d have set off all kinds of alarms. Whoever or whatever’s trying to shut this place down, it’s outside anything I’ve ever experienced, in science or magic.”

  I nodded easily, doing my best to exude casual confidence. “That’s why they sent for me. Because I find the answers other people can’t. See you later.”

  I stepped past the officer and headed for the main door, only to stop abruptly as one of the rent-a-cops moved suddenly forward to block my way. He was a big lad, with muscles on his muscles, and his huge hands made the semi-automatic in his grasp look like a toy. He scowled at me in what he obviously imagined was an intimidating way.

  “Everyone gets frisked for guns,” he snapped. “That’s the rules. No exceptions. Even for jumped-up ambulance chasers like you, Taylor.”

  The officer started to say something, but I stopped him with a quick gesture. The day I couldn’t deal with a constipated rent-a-cop, I’d retire. I gave him my best nasty smile.

  “I don’t use guns. Never have. They have too many limitations.”

  I slowly raised my hands, opened them, and the rent-a-cop’s eyes widened as a steady stream of bullet
s fell from my hands to bounce and rattle on the ground at his feet.

  “Your gun is empty,” I said. “Now get out of my way before I decide to do something unpleasantly similar to your insides.”

  He pulled the trigger anyway, and made a small unhappy sound in the back of his throat when nothing happened. He swallowed hard and stepped back. I walked past him as though he didn’t exist. I could hear the officer chewing him out as I passed through the heavy main door into the lobby beyond.

  I strolled into the luxurious reception area as though I owned the place, but the effect was wasted, because there was no-one there. I heard electronic locks closing behind me. Someone knew I was there. I looked around the lobby and quickly spotted the security cameras tucked away in the ceiling corners. All the little red lights were on, so I just stood there and let the cameras get a good look at me. I thought I looked pretty good. My white trench coat was actually a little cleaner than usual, and I was almost sure I’d remembered to shave. Appearances can be so important. There was a brief burst of static from an unseen speaker, then a familiar voice whispered in the great empty lobby.

  “John, I’m so glad you’re here. Come on through to the manager’s office and join me. Take the blue door at the end of the lobby, and follow the arrows. Don’t go wandering. I’ve got booby-traps set up everywhere. And watch your back. We never know when the saboteur’s going to strike next.”

  I passed through the blue door and followed the glowing arrows that appeared on the wall beyond. After the luxurious reception lobby, the inner workings of Prometheus Inc. turned out to be decidedly functional. Narrow corridors with bare walls, numbered doors, and scuffed carpeting. It was all very quiet, as though the whole building was tense, waiting for something bad to happen. The arrows finally led me to a door with the Prometheus company logo on it, and there waiting to greet me was the manager-owner himself, Vincent Kraemer.

  He nodded and smiled and shook my hand, but it was clear his thoughts were somewhere else. The man was seriously worried, and it showed. He ushered me into his office, looked quickly down the corridor, and shut and locked the door. He waved me to the visitor’s chair and seated himself behind the magnificent mahogany desk. The office looked comfortable, lived in. Nice prints on the walls, deep deep carpet, and a high-tech drinks cabinet in the corner. All the usual signs of success. But the desk top was covered in papers that had overflowed and almost buried the In and Out trays, and one whole wall of the office was covered in CCTV monitor screens, showing ever-shifting views of the power plant interior. I studied them for a while, to show I was taking an interest, but it was all just machinery to me. I couldn’t tell a turbine from a teapot, unless one of them had a tea cosy on it. Everything seemed to be working okay for the moment, and the walkways were deserted. I turned my attention back to the manager, and he flashed me another preoccupied smile.

  I knew him vaguely, from several years back. Vincent Kraemer was one of those people who was always running around like a mad thing, trying to put farfetched and precarious deals into motion, chasing after the one Big Score that would make him horribly wealthy. He finally made it, with Prometheus Inc. Vincent was tall, buff, immaculately dressed, with a prematurely lined face and no hair left to speak of. His suit probably cost more than I used to make in a year.

  “Good to see you again, John.” His voice was steady, cultivated, and artificially calm. “Been hearing interesting things about you since you got back.”

  “And you’ve done very well,” I said courteously. “Is wealth and success everything you thought it would be?”

  He laughed briefly. “Pretty much. What do you think of my pride and joy, John?”

  “Impressive, but I’m not really equipped to appreciate it. Technology has always been a mystery to me. I have to get my secretary to work the timer on my video.”

  He laughed dutifully. “It’s your other areas of expertise I need, John. I need you to find out who’s trying to drive me out of business.”

  And then he stopped, because he saw I was looking at the only photo on his desk. A wedding scene, in a simple silver frame. Bride, groom, best man, and me. Six years ago, and still as fresh in my memory as though it had happened yesterday. It should have been the happiest day in the lives of two wonderful young people, but instead it became a tragedy that everyone still talked about. Mostly because no-one had ever been found to blame it on.

  The bride was Melinda Dusk, also known as the Hanged Man’s Beautiful Daughter. The groom was Quinn, also known as the Sunslinger. She wore a wedding gown of brilliant white, with a long creamy train. He wore his best cowboy outfit, all black leathers studded with dazzling displays of steel and silver. And standing on either side of the happy couple, doing our best to look at ease in our rented tuxedos, Vincent Kraemer as best man, and me as the bride’s oldest friend. Melinda and Quinn—scions of the two oldest and most powerful families in the Nightside. Married and murdered in the same day.

  There aren’t many happy endings in the Nightside. Even the greatest celebrities and the most powerful people aren’t immune to tragedy. Melinda was of the dark, her powers those of shadow and sorcery. Quinn was of the light, the deadly energies he controlled derived from the power of the sun itself. Their ancestors, the original Hanged Man and the original Sunslinger, had been deadly enemies hundreds of years ago, and all the generations since then had continued the feud, polishing their hatred with years of constant use. And Melinda and Quinn, the two latest avatars in this ongoing struggle, raised to hate and fight each other to the death, happened to meet during one of the rare truces. And it was love at first sight.

  They continued to meet in secret for months, but finally went public. Their families went berserk and almost went to war. But Melinda and Quinn stood firm, secure in the powers they wielded, and threatened to disown their families and elope if they weren’t given permission to marry. It was a magnificent wedding in the end, attended by absolutely every member of both families, partly as a show of strength and partly to make sure neither side tried to pull a fast one. There were famous faces and celebrities everywhere, and Walker himself turned up to run security. It should have been the safest place in the Nightside.

  Vincent and I also worked as ushers, showing people to their seats, frisking them for weapons, keeping everyone in order, always ready to jump on anyone who even looked like doing anything funny. We were both young men then, still building our reputations. They called Vincent the Mechanic, because he could build or fix anything. Magic was good for short cuts, he was fond of saying, but technology was always going to be the more dependable in the long run. He’d built an automatic confetti-thrower, especially for the wedding, and kept dashing off to tinker with it when he wasn’t needed. He and Quinn had been friends since they were kids, and he had risked his life many times to act as go-between for the two lovers. Melinda was one of the few friends I had left from childhood, one of the few powerful enough in her own right that my enemies didn’t dare mess with her.

  The wedding ceremony went fine, the families behaved themselves, and no-one got the words wrong or dropped the ring. And when it was all over, everyone cheered and applauded and some of us dared to think that just maybe the long war was over at last. Bride and groom left the church together, looking radiant. As though they belonged together. As though they completed each other. The automatic confetti-chucker worked first time.

  Everyone posed for photographs, drinks circulated, snacks were consumed, and old enemies nodded to each other from a safe distance, even exchanging a few polite words. Bride and groom accepted the bridal cup, full to the brim with the very best champagne, and toasted their families and the bright future ahead. Ten minutes later, they were both dead. Poison in the bridal cup. It was all over so quickly that neither magic nor science could save them. Whoever had chosen the poison had known what they were doing. There wasn’t even a sign of symptoms until Quinn suddenly fell dead to the ground. Melinda lived long enough to hold her dead husband in her arms
, her tears dropping onto his dead face, then she collapsed across him and was gone.

  If Walker and his people hadn’t been there, the wedding party would have turned into a massacre. Both families went crazy, blaming each other. Somehow Walker kept the sides separated until they all left, swearing vengeance, then he organised a full investigation, using all his considerable resources. He never found anything. There was no shortage of suspects, of people in both families who’d spoken out loudly against the wedding and the truce, but there was no proof, no evidence. Meanwhile, the two families fought running battles in the streets, mercilessly slaughtering anyone foolish enough to be caught out on their own. Finally, the Authorities stepped in and shut it down, threatening to banish both families from the Nightside. A slow, sullen armed truce prevailed, but only just. That was six years ago. Melinda and Quinn were cold in their separate family graves, and still no-one had any idea of the who or why of it. There are loads of conspiracy theories, but then, there always are.

  I would have done my best to find the killer, but shortly after the wedding my own life went to hell in a hurry, and I ended up running from the Nightside with Suzie Shooter’s bullet in my back, vowing never to return.

  “Such a terrible tragedy,” said Vincent. He picked up the photo and studied it. “I still miss them. Like part of me died with them. Sometimes I think I keep this photo on my desk as a reminder of the last time I was really happy.” He put the photo down and smiled briefly at me. “I wish they could have seen this place. My greatest achievement. And now someone, or something, is trying to shut it down. Which is why I asked Walker to contact you, John. Can you help me?”

  “Perhaps,” I said. “I’m still trying to get a feel for what’s going on here. Talk me through it, from the beginning.”

  Vincent leaned back in his manager’s chair and linked his fingers together across his expansive waistcoat. While he talked, his voice was calm and even, but his gaze kept flickering to the CCTV monitors.

 

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