>>24474809Here's another excerpt I wrote more recently
“The Mummers got another one last night,” he muttered, straining against
his pole. “Lots of twitchy boys with big murder-pieces keeping an eye on us right now, that’s for damn sure.”
“Another one?” Jobe narrowed his eyes. “We hadn’t heard yet. Who got it?”
“Tall Tesso, from the Omitters. They found him up in Rustwater, nailed to the wall of an old shop, balls cut off. His blood ran out, is what it looked like.”
Janus and Costa exchanged a glance, and Nervous Vitale grunted. “Acquainted, were you?”
“After a fashion,” said Janus, “and some time ago.”
Janus pondered. Tesso was—had been—garrista of the Omitters; one of Borsodi's big earners, and a close friend of the capa’s younger son, Pacho. Nobody in New Navarre should have been able to touch him (save only Borsodi and the Spider), yet those damned invisible lunatics calling themselves the Mummers had touched him in no uncertain terms.
“That’s six,” said Costa, “isn’t it?”
“Seven,” replied Jobe. “There haven’t been this many dead gods-damned garristas since you and I were five years old.”
“Heh,” said Vitale, “and to think I once envied you, boy, even with this tiny little gang of yours.”
Janus glared at him, willing the puzzle to come together in his head and not quite succeeding. Seven gang leaders in two months; all of them given the distance, but otherwise having little in common. Janus had long taken comfort in his own lack of importance to the capa’s affairs, but now he began to wonder. Might he be on someone’s list? Did he have some unguessed value to Borsodi that the Mummers might want to end with a crossbow bolt? How many others were between him and that bolt?
“Damn,” said Costa, “as if things needed to get more complicated.”
“Maybe we should take care of… current business.” Carpo had shifted against the side of the gondola and was looking around as he spoke. “And then maybe we should get lost for a while. See Tal Verrar, or Talisham… or at least get you out, Janus.”
“Nonsense.” Janus spat over the side of the boat. "We ain't giving anything up. Not yet. Not while the game's on."