The Jewels of Cyttorak

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    Now one full hour had passed and Remy continued to stand, unmoving, in the shadows of the building where he had stepped after York left. He hadn’t moved and neither had the person watching him across the narrow street.
    Around Remy, the dark night of the French Quarter in New Orleans only flickered with life. At one point a young couple had walked past his position, not even noticing him. They had continued on past his watcher, also not noticing anything different on that side of the street.
    A half dozen taxies had passed by, rushing through the moist, damp air to get to drunken fares, most likely tourists who would be too drunk to realize until tomorrow morning that the cabbie had charged them five bucks too much. But the cab’s lights hadn’t illuminated Remy’s watcher any more than Remy had allowed them to light him up.
    One hour and it was still a draw. The guy was good, but Remy was better.
    He waited for the moment when a cab had just passed his position, then stepped onto the sidewalk. Walking away at a normal pace, he turned the comer and started toward the lights and drunks of Bourbon Street three blocks away. He knew before he turned the comer that his shadow was following him.
    Good.
    Remy made sure he was far enough down the street for the guy watching him to get around the comer. Then slowly, as if he was just strolling, he turned into a small space between two buildings, actually a dark entrance to an interior courtyard, blocked three feet in by a high, vine-covered gate.
    With two quick running bounds he was over the gate and into the courtyard beyond. Quickly he doubled back, moving silently through the shadows, so silently that he stepped over a sleeping cat at one point and didn’t even wake the animal.
    The courtyard was like an open plant-filled park in the center of the block, with dark windows fronting on it from all four directions. An old wooden staircase led up the side of one building and Remy headed up there, quickly gaining the roof of the three-story building and moving back toward the street.
    He eased carefully and slowly up to the edge of the building and studied the street below. It took him only a moment to spot the guy who had been following him standing in a shadowed alcove across the street, watching the entrance Remy had entered.
    Remy almost laughed aloud. Slowly he moved back from the edge, then quickly back down into the courtyard and out a door that lead back to the street they had started on. Then he went out and around a half block, coming up from behind the guy standing in the shadows.
    “You lookin’ for de men’s room?” Remy asked, stepping in front of the guy. In his hand Remy had two playing cards. He could charge them and flick them before the guy could even turn, if he needed to.
    “No,” the man said, glancing at Remy without a hint of surprise or smile at the fact that he had been caught. “But I hear you are looking for Mr. Toole.”
    Remy studied the guy’s face and eyes. He stood Remy’s height, with pale, almost translucent blue skin that seemed to shine in the darkness of the street. His gaze was sharp, the dark black of his eyes almost painfully cold and unblinking.
    “You hear good, mon ami,” Remy said.
    “Mr. Toole would be interested in meeting you, Mr. LeBeau. Please follow me.”
    Remy stepped back as the man moved forward. “Y’ask nice,” Remy said, holding out his hand to stop the man, “but de answers come first.”
    the jewels or cyttorak
    However, what happened next was something Remy would have never suspected. His hand went right through the man’s shoulder.
    “What?” Remy said, jumping back, cards in his hand out in plain sight, charged, and ready to flip.
    The man stopped, then laughed like a small barking dog, the sound bouncing off the nearby buildings.
    “You have taken the fun out of the evening, Mr. LeBeau. That is too bad. I so enjoy a good evening.”
    With another laugh the man simply shimmered and
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