Blind God's Bluff A Billy Fox Novel - By Richard Lee Byers Page 0,10

money or real money?”

“I told you before, don’t be misled by my appearance. Few things are easier than acquiring human cash.”

“Well… damn it, no!” What the hell was I thinking? “If I get involved in this, then the same person who sent the fairies after you will sic them on me.”

“Actually, I doubt you’ll see the brownwings again. Even if they’re still game, sending the same agents twice would be an extremely uncreative move, and detrimental to one’s reputation.”

“Is that supposed to be a good thing? At least we got away from the brownwings. The next creatures could be worse.” I pictured the orcs, Ringwraiths, and the rest of the Dark Lord’s crew from the Frodo movies. I wondered which ones were real, and roaming around in the night.

“I’ll be there,” said Timon. “I’ll protect you.”

“So far, hasn’t it been me protecting you?”

He waved that detail away. “My knowledge will protect you, assuming you even need protecting. You may not. Players don’t assault each other constantly, and your human blood, and lack of reputation, should cause the others to underestimate you.”

“Maybe you’re overestimating me. You haven’t even told me what game it is you’re playing. Maybe I’ve never even heard of it.”

The old man smiled. “It’s No Limit Hold ’Em. Does that ring any bells?”

“Well… yeah.” The truth was, I was a good poker player. I sometimes imagined myself really committing to the game, studying it, grinding away at it sixty hours a week, building up a bankroll, until I was ready to play against Brunson, Negranu, Helmuth, and the rest of the pros you see on TV. But so far, like all my big schemes, I hadn’t done anything much about it. Since my dad died, and I lost Victoria—my ex-fiancée—it was hard to get motivated.

“Well, then,” Timon said. “You’ll be in your element.”

“Sure. Right at home with the pixies and the talking calamari.”

“But that is where you belong! You have a birthright. I explained that humans are chattel, but you don’t have to be. This is your entry to a nobler condition.”

“I’ve never minded being human. I sure haven’t seen anything from your world that I’d rather be.”

“Then you’ll be happy to close the door on your gifts and never use them again?”

I started to tell him yes, but then I realized that would be a lie.

“It will take a while to assess your strengths and limitations,” Timon continued, “but I can already tell you have the potential to become quite powerful. Maybe powerful enough to live forever. Certainly powerful enough to laugh at humans swinging clubs.”

Well. When he put it like that.

Really, I don’t know what finally decided me. Maybe curiosity, or the chance to get the Martinezes off my ass. Or maybe it was the prospect of a whole new kind of action. During our last and worst fight, when I guess I’d finally pushed her too far, Vic called me a “degenerate gambler,” and maybe she was right.

“Okay,” I said, “I’m in.”

“Excellent! In that case, you’d better tell me your name.”

For a second, I didn’t want to give it, like that was the thing that would really seal the deal. Then I told him it was Billy Fox.

CHAPTER THREE

It turned out that the poker game ran from midnight to just before sunup. That meant my new partner had about an hour to get me ready, and no comfortable, convenient place to do it in. Nobody would have let him into a bar or restaurant even if the top of his face hadn’t been a scabby, eyeless mess.

So we prepped sitting in the T-bird, right where I’d parked it by the water. I tried not to think about how Timon’s funk was stinking up the interior. It was too late to worry about that anyway.

When it was time, he had me drive downtown. And park in front of the Icarus Hotel.

There are places in downtown Tampa that get dark and lonely at night, after all the office workers have gone home, and this was one of them. The hotel had stood empty for as long as I could remember, and the awnings were faded and sagging. Layers of flyers and posters covered the soaped-up ground-floor windows. An empty crack vial crunched under my foot as Timon and I climbed out of the car.

I shook my head. My new partner claimed that he and his kind were the secret bosses of everything, but so far, I hadn’t seen much—including the venue for the lords’ big tournament—to convince