Nightside 01 - Something From the Nightside

Nightside," said Eddie. He turned his disturbingly bright eyes on me. 'Try the Fortress."
    I nodded. I should have thought of that one myself. "Thanks, Eddie."
    "You'll find Suzie there."
    "Oh good," I said, trying to sound pleased. Suzie and I have a history. I was about to push back my chair when Eddie turned suddenly to look at Joanna, who started again under the impact of his gaze.
    "You be careful around this man, miss. John isn't the safest of people to keep company with."
    "Anything specific in mind, Eddie?" I said carefully.
    "There are people looking for you, John."
    "There are always people looking for me."
    Eddie smiled gently. "These are bad people."
    I waited, but he had nothing more to say. I nodded my thanks and rose to my feet. Joanna scrambled quickly to hers. I took her back to the bar. She breathed deeply all the way, and then shuddered suddenly.
    "Awful little man. And what was that stench? I swear, he smelled like something that had died and then been dug up again."
    "There are things about Razor Eddie it's best not to ask," I said wisely. "For our own peace of mind."
    We were back at the bar again. Alex glowered at me in greeting. I looked at Joanna.
    "You wait here, while I get word to the Fortress that we're coming. It's best not to surprise people with that many guns."
    I moved off down the bar to use the courtesy phone. But even as I hit the numbers, listened to a recorded voice from the Fortress and left a brief message, I was still listening carefully to Joanna as she talked with Alex. Keep a close eye on your enemies, but a closer one on your friends. And clients. You tend to live longer that way, in my business. Alex gave Joanna what he thinks is his ingratiating smile. She didn't smile back.
    "I'll have a large whiskey. Single malt. No ice."
    "At last," said Alex. "A civilised drinker. You wouldn't believe what I get asked for some nights.
    Designer beers and flavoured spirits and bloody cocktails with soft pom names. One guy actually wanted a piledriver, vodka with prune juice. Animal."
    He poured Joanna a generous measure in a reasonably clean glass. She looked at him thoughtfully. "You know John Taylor."
    "For my sins, yes."
    "How well do you know him?"
    "As well as he'll let me," said Alex, unusually serious. He has a weakness for blondes, especially ones that don't take any shit from him. That's why I left them alone together. Alex leaned across the bar to Joanna. "John doesn't believe in letting people in. And it has been five years ... Still, I knew he'd be back someday. This place has its claws in him. Born in the Nightside, he'll die in the Nightside, and it won't be of old age. Always has to be the white knight, riding in to rescue some poor bastard caught between a rock and a hard place. The ones with no-one else to turn to. John's always been a sucker for a hard luck story, and it would appear he's still arrogant enough to believe he knows what's best for everyone."
    "Why did he become a private detective?"
    "He has a gift for finding things. Only decent thing he got from his parents. You know the story? Everyone here does. How John's father killed himself by inches after finding out the woman he married
    wasn't... entirely human. I feel much the same about my ex-wife. May she rest in peace."
    "I'm sorry," said Joanna. "When did she die?"
    "She didn't," said Alex. "It's just wishful thinking on my part."
    "Can I trust Taylor?" said Joanna forcefully.
    "You can trust him to do what he feels is best. Which may or may not be what you want. So watch yourself."
    "Razor Eddie said we should go to the Fortress."
    Alex winced at the name, but nodded. "Sounds about right."
    "What is it? Another bar?"
    "Hardly. The Fortress is a heavily fortified refuge for people who've been abducted by aliens. A whole lot of them got together, bought a whole lot of guns, and made it clear to all and sundry that they weren't being taken again without one hell of a fight. There's a television camera in every room, so they can be watched over even while they sleep. Some of them even have explosive devices taped to their bodies, ready to be triggered at a moment's notice. Word is there's enough ammo and bombs in that place to fight a fairly major war."
    "Does it work?" said Joanna.
    Alex shrugged. "They're not the kind of people you ask personal questions of. They're always on the lookout for Men in Black. Anyway, over the years the Fortress has become something of a haven for
    anyone who needs help or