City of the Snakes (44 page)

“How are you doing?” I ask as she leads me to the back, out of earshot of the busy lunch crowd.

“Can’t complain. Business is good, the city’s booming, Cafran’s bought a new restaurant and has said I can run it. I’ve got my life back.”

“I hope you take care of it this time. It’s your last.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve no intention of wasting it.” We nudge into an alcove in the kitchen, out of the pathway of the waiters. “What’s happening with you?” she asks. “How’s the dividing-up of the city going?”

“Pretty good. I’m going to see Raimi after this, bid him farewell and warn—”

“
Farewell?
” she interrupts. “You’re leaving?”

“This afternoon. I’ll catch a train out.”

“Where to?”

I shrug. “Away.”

“You’re not coming back?”

“Don’t intend to.”

She stares at me in silence, then smiles. “Good!” She takes hold of my hands and squeezes. “Don’t return, no matter what happens. You’ve served your time and done all you could for this city. You owe it nothing more.”

“That’s the way I figure it too. It’s why I’m going to see Raimi, to clear it with him.”

“How is Capac?” she asks hesitantly.

“You haven’t been to see him?”

She shakes her head. “I’m afraid. I know people say he’s changed, that he’s a new man, but…”

“An Ayuamarcan can’t change. He is what he was made to be—The Cardinal. He can be benevolent when it suits his purpose, but when the time comes to be ruthless again, he will be.”

“I feel sorry for him,” she mutters, then coughs. “Can I come with you?
I don’t want to face him on my own, not the first time. If you don’t want me in the way, I’ll understand, but—”

“No problem,” I tell her. “I wasn’t looking forward to being alone with him either. I’d appreciate the company.”

“We’re a pair of fools, aren’t we?” she giggles. “If we’re that afraid of him, we should have left him underground, in the hands of the
Coya.
”

“No,” I disagree, stepping out of the alcove. “Raimi’s dangerous, but she was worse. He’s the lesser of two evils. And in this city, that’s as good as it’s ever going to get.”

I
stand by the window, gazing down on my city, drawing out the moment. Mags buzzed me a few minutes ago, while I was in conference with a couple of Davern’s men, to say that Al Jeery and Ama Situwa wished to see me. I brought the discussion to a swift conclusion, but I’ve kept the pair waiting while I compose myself. I’m almost as nervous at the prospect of sitting down with Ama now as I was when The Cardinal first summoned me to Party Central that long, eventful decade-plus ago.

Far across the way, cranes are working on the Manco Capac statue, dismantling it. I’m going to remove every trace of the Incas from this city, starting with the glorious centerpiece that was meant to herald the dawn of their all-powerful reign. By the time I’m finished they’ll have disappeared as completely as the Ayuamarcans. Nobody will ever know they were here, except me—and in time, perhaps even I’ll forget. I’ve plenty of time for forgetting.

Turning my back on the statue, I walk to the door and open it. Jeery and Ama are chatting with Mags. I study them, unnoticed, then call out, “The doctor will see you now!”

Ama flinches, but Jeery regards me calmly. “Mr. Raimi,” he greets me with his usual cautious show of respect.

“I told you, call me Capac.” Holding the door wide, I gesture them in. As they pass, I tell Mags not to disturb me. “Not for anybody or anything.”

“Sure thing, boss,” she smiles.

Jeery and Ama are taking their seats when I close the door. I walk around them and lean against my desk, gaze settling instantly on Ama. I know it’s an embedded reaction, that I’m only attracted to her because I was designed to be, but knowledge can’t stop the excited flutter of my heart.

“How have you been?” I ask.

“All right,” she replies neutrally.

“Still with Cafran?” She nods. “I must call and see him sometime.”

“I’d rather you didn’t.”

I shrug, trying not to show that her words stung me, and face Jeery. “This is the first time you’ve come without any of your Snakes, the first time we can speak freely, one to one. Do you want to discuss the future now?”

“What’s there to discuss?” he asks.

“You. Me. How we share the city.”

“I thought it was already being shared.”

I laugh. “That won’t last. A year or two from now the Kluxers will be back at the throats of the blacks and the Snakes will disintegrate into factions. It’s the way it’s always been.”

“But not the way it
will
be,” Jeery grunts. “You’ll see to that. You’ll keep them in check, act as the go-between, chastise them when they step out of line, reward them when they play ball.”

“Why should I?”

He shrugs. “I’m not sure. But you will, until it suits you not to. We’ve had our fill of chaos, enough to last a lifetime. Of course, you’ve many lifetimes to look forward to, and I’m sure you’ll stir things up again someday when you get bored. But for the time being I think you’d like to keep it peaceful, secure your clutch on the city, bring the Kluxers and Snakes fully into the fold, so you can use them as you’ll use the Troops—to conquer the world.”

I stare at Jeery, impressed. He’s read my intentions with eerie accuracy. This is a time for consolidation. It’s what I was working toward before the Incas abducted me, only then I was fighting Davern and the gangs in the east, even my own disenchanted people. Now that I have
them working with me, it should be possible to grow serenely. Eventually the conflict will start afresh, when we try to take over other cities, but for the next few decades we need to build quietly and unobtrusively.

“Where do you see yourself fitting in?” I ask.

Jeery smiles. “I don’t. This is your city and you’re welcome to it. I want out.”

“
Out?
Out where?”

“I’m leaving,” he says. “This afternoon, as soon as I’m finished here. That’s what I came to tell you. I know the
villacs
were building me up to be your human counterpart—the first of an endless number of Sapa Incas, loyal lieutenants bound to you by blood—but I’m not interested. I set out to put a stop to the riots—I did. I wanted to free the Snakes, so they could operate independently and protect the interests of my people—that’s been achieved. The
villacs
are history. As for the rest, I couldn’t care less.”

“You plan to just walk away?” I ask, startled.

“Yeah.”

“But…” I pause. I was worried about placating this man, not sure how I’d keep him happy and at arm’s length at the same time. I should be delighted that he’s quitting, but I’m not. Part of me wants him to stay. The Incas thought I needed a partner. I never trusted those blind meddlers, but they were experts at understanding people and sensing their weaknesses. They believed I was incapable of ruling alone. Do I have an Achilles’ heel? Will I one day regret it if I let this man go?

“You don’t have to leave,” I tell him. “You could stay, if not as leader of the Snakes, then as part of the Troops. That’s what Dorak wanted. He saw you as a replacement for Frank Weld.”

“How do you figure that?” Jeery snorts.

“It was in his notes, the private files only I have access to.”

“Head of the Troops…” He winces. “No thanks.”

“Some other position?”

“No.” His eyes—their natural color now, minus the contact lenses—are firm. “I’ve had enough. I want out.”

“As you please,” I sigh. “That just leaves us with your payment to settle.”

“Payment?” he echoes.

“Ford Tasso hired you to find and rescue me, which you did. In return, he said he’d tell you where Bill Casey could be found. I decided to spare him that job and reward you myself. This contains the address.” Smiling smugly, I hold out an envelope that I prepared last week, knowing this day would come, but he doesn’t reach for it.

“I already tracked Bill down,” he says softly.

I blink, astonished. “When?”

“Shortly after the riots started.”

“Did you kill him?”

“That’s my business, not yours,” he retorts.

“Prickly customer, aren’t you?” I mutter sourly, but inside I’m grinning. I like Al Jeery. He’s not rotten at the core or interested only in what he can get out of life. He’s a good man, better than most I know—far better than me—yet with the drive and determination of a demon. A dangerous foe, as the Incas found out to their cost, but a powerful ally. I wish I could convince him to stay.

“Very well.” I clasp my hands, then open them. “You’re free. Go with my blessing. If you ever need help, I’ll be here and I’ll do what I can. But I won’t come looking for you. I won’t drag you back.”

“Thanks.” He stands and hands me a credit card. “Ford gave me that. I withdrew some cash earlier, to get me started. Is that OK?”

“Christ, Jeery, keep the damn thing,” I laugh. “You’ve earned it.”

“No,” he says tightly. “I don’t want your money. I’ll make my own way. I’m not sure how, but I’ll figure it out as I go along.”

“As you wish.” I take the card from him and toss it on the desk, then look at Ama and lick my lips. “Would you mind leaving us alone?” I ask Jeery.

“Ama?” he says.

She stares at me coldly, then sighs. “Will you wait for me outside, Al? I won’t be long.”

“OK. Holler if you need me.”

Jeery looks back once, makes a half-wave—I return it—then marches to the door and exits, leaving me alone with the woman whose love I crave, whose hatred I fear.

“Been a long time,” I grin sickly. “You’re as beautiful as ever.”

“You sacrificed me,” she says softly, coming straight to the point. “Dorak put it to you—me or his empire—and you chose the latter.”

“I had to,” I mutter shamefully. “He made me to need this above all else. My choice wasn’t my own—you know that.”

“Do I?” she replies icily. “I love you, Capac”—my hopes flare—“but I don’t want to.” And fade just as swiftly. “The love’s buried deep within me and I can’t ignore it.”

“Nor can I!” I protest. “I love you now, as I did ten years ago, but I had to put this city first. I’ll always have to. The Cardinal instilled that in me, just as he filled us with love for one another. I’m as helpless as you are.”

“I don’t think so,” she disagrees. “I like to believe you lacked free will. I even argued your case with Al because I don’t want to hate you. But The Cardinal made you differently. You’re unique. I think you had the freedom to choose.”

“You’d have died anyway,” I remind her stiffly. “All the Ayuamarcans did.”

She smiles sadly. “That hardly justifies your choice.”

“I did what I had to,” I insist, but I don’t know if I believe that. For ten years I’ve told myself I was a pawn, but part of me has always queried it. Maybe that’s why I suffer with nightmares in which I relive that moment of choosing and burn with shame at the memory of it.

“Let’s not argue,” Ama says, closing her eyes. “I’m here now. I came back, as I had to. I’m yours. Do with me as you wish.”

I start toward her, to take her in my arms, then stop uncertainly as she opens her eyes and stares at me hollowly. “No,” I croak. “Not like this. It’s not enough that you love me. You’ve got to
want
me. I won’t take you against your will.”

“You’ll have to,” she says, “because I
don’t
want you. I’ll
never
want you. But I love you and I’ll give myself to you. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to endure it—I guess I’ll wind up slashing my wrists in a tub late one night—but you can have me for as long as I last. You’ll get your money’s worth.”