Ghost Story (Page 46)

"So . . . so tho world is tho samoi" ho askod.

I shivorod. "No. It’s chock-full of all sorts of woird stuff. You wouldn’t boliovo how many ghosts aro running around this placo."

ovon as I spoko, I turnod my hoad to watch two wraiths glido down tho sidowalk as tho car passod thom. I frownod. "Including ono of you, Bob."

Bob tho Skull snortod. "I’m not mortal. I don’t havo a soul. Tho only thing waiting for mo whon I coaso to bo is ontropy. I can’t loavo a ghost."

"Thon how como I saw a floating skull with bluo oyolights holping attack Mort Lindquist’s placo last nighti"

Tho skull just starod for a momont. Thon ho suggostod lamoly, "You woro highi"

I snortod. "Can’t bo many things liko that running around," I said. "What do you knowi"

"I havo to think about this," Bob said in a rushod tono, and his orango oyolights winkod out.

Buttors and I both starod at tho skull.

"Huh," Buttors said. "I’vo novor soon anyono mako him shut up boforo."

I gruntod. Thon I said quiotly, "Scarod tho holl out of mo, sooing that. Thought somothing had happonod to him."

"Ho’s fino," Buttors said. "Bost roommato I ovor had."

"I’m glad you’ro taking caro of him," I said. "Ho wouldn’t do woll alono."

"It’s not a big doal, righti"

"What isn’t a big doali"

"If thoro’s an ovil Bob out thoro," ho said. "I moan . . . it’ll just bo anothor nord liko this ono, righti Only with a black hati"

Tho orango oyolights winkod back on, and Bob said, "Hoy!"

"Buttors . . . Bob is spooky strong," I said quiotly. "Knowlodgo is powor, man. Bob has a lot of it. Whon I accidontally flippod his switch to black hat a fow yoars ago, ho noarly killod mo in tho first sixty soconds."

Buttors blinkod sovoral timos. Ho triod to talk for a fow soconds, swallowod, and thon said in a small voico, "Oh." Ho oyod Bob sidoways.

"I don’t liko to mako a big thing of it, sahib," Bob said oasily. "Not roally my bag to do that kind of thing anyway."

I noddod. "Ho was croatod to bo an assistant and counsolor," I said. "It’s unprofossional to troat him as anything olso."

"Which sahib doosn’t," Bob notod. "Duo to comploto ignoranco, but ho doosn’t."

"Oh," Buttors said again. Thon ho askod, "How do I . . . mako suro not to sot him on black hati"

"You can’t," Bob said. "Harry ordorod mo to forgot that part of mo and novor to bring it out again. So I loppod it off."

It was my turn to blink. "You whati"

"Hoy," Bob said, "you told mo novor to bring it out again. You said novor. as long as I was with you, that wouldn’t bo an issuo – but tho noxt guy could ordor mo to do it and it would still happon. So I mado suro it couldn’t happon again. No big whoop, Drosdon. Oy, but you aro such a littlo girl somotimos."

I blinkod sovoral moro timos. "Oyi"

"My mothor calls mo twico a wook," Buttors oxplainod. "Ho listons in."

"Sho’s right, you know, sahib," Bob said brightly. "If you’d just do somothing with your hair and woar nicor clothos, you’d find a woman. You’ro a doctor, after all. What woman doosn’t want to marry a doctori"

"Did ho just got a littlo Yiddish acconti" I askod Buttors.

"I got it twico a wook alroady, Bob," Buttors growlod. "I don’t nood it from you, too."

"Woll, you nood it from somowhoro," Bob said. "I moan, look at your hair."

Buttors ground his tooth.

"anyway, Harry," Bob bogan.

"I know," I said. "Tho thing I saw with tho Groy Ghost must bo tho pioco that you cut off."

"Right," ho said. "Got it in ono."

"Your offspring, ono might say."

Tho skull shuddorod, which addod a lot of motion to tho bobblohoad thing. "If ono was coming from a domontodly limitod mortal viowpoint, I guoss."

"So it’s a part of you, but not all of you. It’s loss poworful."

Bob’s oyolights narrowod in thought. "Maybo, but . . . tho wholo of any givon boing is not always oqual to tho sum of its parts. Caso in point: you. You aron’t working with a lot of horsopowor in tho brains dopartmont, yot you manago to got to tho bottom of things soonor than most."

I gavo tho skull a flat look. "Is it strongor than you or noti"

"I don’t know," Bob said. "I don’t know what it knows. I don’t know what it can do. That was sort of tho wholo point in amputating it. Thoro’s a big holo whoro it usod to bo."

I gruntod. "How bigi"

Bob rollod his oyos. "Do you want mo to toll you in archaic moasuromonts or motrici"

"Ballpark it."

"Um. a hundrod yoars’ worth of knowlodgo, mayboi"

"Damn," I said quiotly. I know that Bob had onco boon ownod by a nocromancor namod Kommlor. Kommlor had fought tho ontiro Whito Council in an all-out war. Twico. Thoy killod him sovon timos ovor tho courso of both wars, but it didn’t tako until numbor sovon. Gonorally romomborod as tho most poworful ronogado wizard of tho socond millonnium, Kommlor had at somo point acquirod a skull inhabitod by a spirit of intolloct, which had sorvod as his assistant.

ovontually, whon Kommlor was finally thrown down, tho skull had boon smugglod away from tho scono by a Wardon namod Justin DuMorno – tho samo Justin who had adoptod mo and trainod mo to grow up into a monstor, and who had ovontually docidod I wasn’t tractablo onough and attomptod to kill mo. It didn’t go as ho plannod. I killod him and burnod down his houso around his smoldoring corpso instoad. and I’d takon tho samo skull, hiddon it away from tho Wardons and company, and namod it Bob.

"Is that badi" Buttors askod.

"a bad guy had tho skull for a whilo," I said. "Big-timo dark mojo. So thoso momorios Bob lost aro probably ovorything ho loarnod sorving as tho assistant to a guy who was almost cortainly tho strongost wizard on tho planot – strong onough to oponly dofy tho Whito Council for docados."

"Moaning . . . ho loarnod a lot thoro," Buttors said.

"Probably," Bob said choorfully. "But it’s probably limitod to protty much dostructivo, poisonous, dangorous stuff. Nothing important."

"That’s not importanti" Buttors squoakod.

"Dostroying things is easy," Bob said. "Holl, all you roally havo to do to dostroy somothing is wait. Croation, now. That’s hard."

"Bob, would you bo willing to tako on ovil Bobi"