City of Ruin - Mark Charan Newton [75]
Dannan glared at him violently. His eyes never seemed to maintain any consistency in colour, and the more you looked at them the less you could define them. ‘I just fucking know, OK. You got my men for the strike – you never asked for me.’
‘That’s true.’ Malum didn’t actually know whether or not the banHe had been there – they were all wearing masks, and he was just guessing now – but the man’s weird response to death certainly made Malum doubt his commitment to normal gang activities.
‘You haven’t got any arum weed on you, have you? I’m all out.’
‘No.’ Malum bent down to pick up the comb, noting its meticulous craftsmanship. He tossed it back casually. ‘I came to see you about the albino commander, and that meeting we had. When he was wanting our gangs to help him.’
‘What of it?’ Dannan again ran the comb once through a clump of hair by his ear then laid it on the windowsill delicately with his long, spindly fingers.
‘The commander is gay – he likes to fuck other men,’ Malum revealed. ‘I don’t know about you, but I’m not going to have my lot working on the side of someone like that, if you know what I mean. My men fight for real men.’
‘Gay, you say?’ Dannan replied, slowly regaining his composure. ‘What d’you think we should do? More to the point, what’s in it for my lot? My tastes ain’t exactly mainstream.’
‘Dignity, honour, doing the right thing is what matters,’ Malum suggested. To him it was totally unnatural for a man to perform those acts with another man. Malum felt he had something to convey to the commander. ‘Look, I need to know if you’ve made a decision yet – if you lot were thinking of helping him out. When this war comes to the city, I mean.’
‘We was thinking about it. Maybe we’ll need to fight just to keep what turf we’ve got here already. I mean, war’s nothing more than a big fucking turf fight, ain’t that right?’
Malum grunted a laugh. ‘Well, I guess so, yes. Look, we get on, our lot, you and me. We’re similar – we’re both not natural. We work together from time to time, dealing with the unions and shit. I want to teach this commander a lesson. I want to go back in there, tell him to shove his war, and I reckon I should get him set on. Fucking hate soldiers anyway, so I mean . . . you know, get him beaten up – made an example of. And, what’s more, we need to put on another display like this, cos I’ve got traders moaning at me all the time, wanting relief from paying their protection taxes, the precious little darlings. No, I think one of these exhibitions of force can serve us well.’
‘And how’re you going to get the commander into our hands?’
‘Oh, I don’t know. But people in this city need to know that he sleeps with men.’
‘Maybe we could get some cash out of him?’ Dannan suggested. ‘Blackmail. Some of my good men for backup and then we go halves.’
‘That’s a good idea. We can get a lot of cash out of someone that high up in the military. We can just pick a stupid number, and he’ll do his best to keep his secrets safe. But then we should beat him to death on the streets once we take his money.’
Dannan ogled the girl in the corner for a moment, who seemed to be heading further towards uncharted territory inside her own head. ‘Sure. You take control of this one, and let me know when you need my help.’
‘And are your lot intending to fight in the war?’
Dannan paused thoughtfully, his gaze fixed on the girl transforming into something predatory. ‘Not for the likes of him, no. If shit happens on a large scale, I’ll ship out down south, maybe try another island. Getting too damn cold up this way, anyway.’
*
Satisfied that he had the banHe’s street gang on his side, or at least not against him, Malum strode towards the barracks, through the streets, past the drunks and the whores and the addicts, then past the partygoers and the couples walking arm-in-arm, onwards through the nondescript streets of the city. It had snowed, then that stopped, and the evening now had a sense of calm about it, despite the hubbub audible from some of the more lively districts.
He approached