mount for me.
«Keep it. I have no need of one. Would you like something to drink?»
And risk another ultimate luxury lecture? Let me think . . . «No, thank you.»
«Anything for you?» Saiman glanced at Jim, saw the Stare of Doom, and decided safety had its
advantages over courtesy. «Pardon me while I get something for myself. I think better with a glass
in my hand.»
He made a martini and came to sit on the love seat, crossing one impossibly long leg over the
other and flashing me with his cleavage. Yes, yes, your boobies are nice. Settle down.
«How did it go with the Reapers?» I asked.
Saiman glanced at Jim. «Less than satisfactory.»
«The Order has a certain interest in the Reapers.» Technically that was true. I was an agent of the
Order and I had an interest in the Reapers. I had an interest in killing every last one of them in an
inventive and painful way.
«Oh?» Saiman arched an eyebrow, once again copying me.
«More to the point, I have a personal stake in this matter. I want the Reapers eliminated.»
Saiman's gaze probed me. «Why? Does it have anything to do with your young friend?»
I saw no point in lying. «Yes, it does.»
Saiman saluted me with his glass. «I find personal motives to be best.»
He would, the selfish bastard.
«So what do you need from me?» he asked.
«I propose a partnership.» I was getting better at this game. I didn't quite throw up in my mouth
as I said that. One small victory at a time. «You want the Reapers out. So does the Pack, and so do
I. We join forces. You provide access to the Games. We provide the muscle.»
«I'm to be an opportunity while you will be the means?»
I nodded. «We share information and resources to accomplish a common goal. Think of it as a
business arrangement.» The business angle would appeal to him.
Saiman leaned forward, very intent. «Why should I work with you? Just how badly do you want
this, Kate?»
A low warning growl reverberated in Jim's throat.
I leaned back and swung one leg over the other, mimicking his pose. «You need us more than we
need you. I can flash my ID, walk into the Midnight Games, and make myself a giant pain in the
ass. I'm very good at that.»
«I have no doubt,» Saiman murmured.
«I'll shine a big searchlight onto the Games and the Reapers in particular. Sooner or later they'll
develop a burning desire to kill me, and Jim here will help me slaughter them one by one. He has a
big axe to grind. Meanwhile, the attendance to the Games drops, House profits plummet, and you
lose money.»
I gave him a smile. I was aiming for sweet, but he turned a shade paler and scooted a bit farther
from me. Note to self: work more on sweet and less on psycho-killer.
«Since you don't wish to work with us, you'll have to hire some muscle to assist you with the
Reaper issue. As the parking lot incident showed, they're all about loading you on the first available
train to the afterlife. You require protection, which will cost you a lot of trouble and money-
judging by Mart, you must employ top talent if you wish to keep breathing. After the Reapers help a
couple of your bodyguards find their wings and halos, you'll have to hire replacements, only now
you'll enjoy the reputation of a man whose bodyguards die. Prices will shoot up into the
stratosphere and the quality of employees will drop. Despite popular misconceptions, most
bodyguards aren't suicidal. So you see, you need us more than we need you. We'll kill the Reapers
one way or the other. We don't really care. We work for revenge, not for money.»
Saiman studied me as if he saw me for the first time. «This is a side of you I'm unfamiliar with.»
It was the side of me I used to settle disputes between the Guild and the Order, which was
technically my job. I rose. «Think about it. You know my number.»
«Is there a method to your madness?» Saiman asked.
«You'll have to shake on it to find out.» Since I trusted him about as far as I could throw him, I
would've preferred to have his signature in blood on a magically binding contract, but I'd take a
shake. Provided he didn't spit into his hand first.
I took exactly three steps toward the door before he said, «We have a deal.»
«HERE IS WHAT I KNOW,» I SAID. SOME OF IT CAME from Jim and some of it I had put
together. «The Reapers entered the picture approximately two months ago. Most of them are
certified as human and have passed the m-scan with flying colors.»
«Blue across the board.» Saiman's face dripped distaste.
«But the Reapers aren't exactly human. We've established that. However, because they fight as