The phone went dead. I looked at it for a moment, to see if anyone else felt like calling and sticking their oar in, then I put the phone away. Of course I knew Lord Screech couldn't be trusted. He was an elf. But I'd given him my word, and my word was good. I looked up and down the street. Ms. Fate had better get a move on. Walker hadn't been joking about pinpointing my position through my phone.

There wasn't anywhere handy I could use as a shelter. The clubs and bars in this part of town were so down-market, the bouncers were outside chucking them in, and they forced you to order your drinks at gunpoint. And there was no way I was going back into the Dragon's Mouth.

"Is there any particular reason why you're ignoring me?" said Lord Screech.

"Because I'll get lied to less that way," I said, not looking at the elf. "I know all I need to know."

"Walker was quite right. Never trust anything an elf tells you. We always lie-except when a truth can hurt you more. Or when the truth can be made to serve our best interests over yours. I don't care about you, or Walker, or any other human, except where you can help or hinder my mission."

I didn't ask how he knew it was Walker on the phone.

"If you're trying to be disarming, it isn't working," I said. "And don't even try to be charming. I've got protections against that."

"Why are you helping me, John Taylor? When you know you should know better?"

I looked at him for the first time. "Because I'm intrigued. And not by the terrible secret you've offered as payment, whatever it may or may not turn out to be. I've spent my whole life dealing with terrible secrets. No, what intrigues me is why a high-and-mighty elf lord should endanger himself by coming to the Nightside, then beg help from a human. Even one as special as me. So I'll go along with you, do my best to get you to where you need to be… and no doubt your true purpose will become clear along the way."