I gave a wan smile. I had regained consciousness only the day before and every movement felt like a dagger in my head. I looked around. Joffy and Miles and Hamlet were there, too.
'Hi, guys.'
They smiled and welcomed me back.
'How long?' I asked in a whisper.
'Two weeks,' said Landen. 'We really thought—
I gently squeezed his hand and looked around. Land divined my thoughts perfectly.
'He's with his grandmother.'
I raised a hand to touch the side of my head but could feel only a heavy bandage. Landen took my hand and returned it to the sheet.
'What—?'
'You were astonishingly lucky,' he said in a soothing tone. 'The doctors say you'll make a full recovery. The calibre was quite small and it entered your skull obliquely; by the time it had gone through most of the energy was gone.' He tapped the side of his head. 'It lodged between your brain and the inside of the skull. Gave us quite a fright, though.'
'Cindy died, didn't she?'
Joffy answered.
'Looked to be improving but then septicaemia set in.'
'They really loved one another, you know, despite their differences.'
'She was a hit-woman, Thursday, a trained assassin. I don't think she regarded death as anything more than an occupational hazard.'
I nodded. He was right.
Landen leaned forward and kissed my nose.
'Who shot me, Land?'
'Does the name "Norman Johnson" mean anything to you?'
'Yes,' I said, 'the Minotaur. You were right. He'd been trying to slapstick me to death all week - steamroller, banana skin, piano - I was a fool not to see it. Mind you, a gun's hardly slapstick, is it?'
Landen smiled.
'It had a large "bang" sign that came out of the barrel, as well as the bullet. The police are still trying to make sense of it.'
I sighed. The Minotaur was long gone but I'd still have to be careful. I turned to Landen. There was still something I needed to know.
'Did we win?'
'Of course. You pegged a foot closer than O'Fathens. Your shot has been voted "sporting moment of the century" - in Swindon, at any rate.'
'So we aren't at war with Wales?'
Landen shook his head and smiled.
'Kaine's finished, my darling — and Goliath have abandoned all attempts to become a religion. St Zvlkx does indeed work in mysterious ways.'
'Are you going to tell me?' I said with a wan smile. 'Or do I have to beat it out of you with a stick?'
Joffy unfolded the picture of St Zvlkx and Cindy's fatal pianoing on Commercial Road, the one from the Swindon Evening Globe that Gran had given me.