Diesel tossed the piece up to the guy, and when he lunged for the piece of coin I reached for Carl. The guy snagged the coin, and I slipped the knot on the sack. Carl wriggled free and launched himself at the man’s face. Carl was screeching and the man was screaming and batting at Carl, ineffectively flailing his arms with the gun still in his hand. The gun discharged and time stood still for a beat when we all realized he’d shot himself.
Diesel whistled and Carl disengaged, leaping from the top of the stairs onto Diesel’s shoulder.
“Oh crap,” the guy said, looking down at his stomach, where a bloodstain was beginning to show.
His eyes rolled back and he crumpled, falling headfirst over the metal railing. There was a loud crack and a thud and then total silence. We rushed over to see if we could help, but he was beyond anything we could do. He was beyond anything anyone could do. He still had the gun in his hand, his head was mashed into his neck, and blood was pooling under him.
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Nergal answered his phone on the fifth ring.
“So how’s it going?” I said to him.
“Pretty good. How’s it going with you?”
Diesel had laid the burlap monkey sack over the guy’s face and what was left of his neck, and I was trying not to look in that direction. “It’s going okay,” I said. “So what are you doing tonight?”
“Not much. Watching television.”
“Do you think you would be able to come out?”
“Are you having one of those special-people mixers?”
“Sort of.”
“Great. Where is it?”
“The Derby lighthouse.”
“That’s a terrific place for a party,” he said. “I’m not far away. I’ll be right there.”
“This is totally horrible,” I said to Diesel. “How are we going to explain this?”
“It’s either accidental suicide or death by monkey. I’m going to push for suicide.”
Ten minutes later there was a knock on the door, and Diesel went to answer it.
Nergal stepped in and handed Diesel a bottle of wine. “Am I late?” he asked. “Where is everyone?”
“It’s just getting started,” I said.
“Yeah,” Diesel said, “by midnight this place will be rocking.”
Nergal looked over at Carl, and Carl flipped him the bird.
“Does the monkey have enhanced abilities, too?” Nergal asked. “Is he a powerful wizard under an enchantment?”
“This isn’t Hogwarts,” Diesel said, unscrewing the cap on the wine and chugging some from the bottle.
Nergal caught sight of the body on the floor and the blood leaking out from under the burlap. “Uh-oh,” Nergal said.
“We have sort of a situation here,” Diesel said, lifting the burlap sack so Nergal could appreciate the fact that the head was basically sitting on the man’s shoulders.
“Whoa,” Nergal said. “This isn’t really a party, is it?”
“No, but we’re a pretty fun group.”
“I can see that,” Nergal said, approaching the body.