“Does he know them all? Does he trust them?”
“He said you’d ask that and says not to worry. He owns all their souls. They wouldn’t dare cross him.”
“Those are exactly the people who are going to cross him.”
“He says he’s got it under control.”
“I hope he has fun and only agrees to tasteful nudity.”
“You know, you’ve been drinking a lot lately, even by your standards.”
“‘There was moonshine, moonshine to quench the devil’s thirst. The law they swore they’d get him, but the devil got him first.’ Robert Mitchum wrote that for Thunder Road, the year of our Lord, 1958.”
“You’re not Robert Mitchum, this isn’t Cape Fear, and the devil is pissed at you. You might think about spacing out the Jack with, I don’t know, anything that’s not Jack.”
“You heard anything new about Mason?”
“Nope.”
“Ever hear of a guy named Spencer Church?”
“Should I?”
“Probably not. He’s a rich junkie who’s turned up missing.”
“There’s a first.”
“What about the Sub Rosa. The families. Are they in the Codex?”
“Everything is in the Codex.”
“Except what I want.”
“Try asking the right questions.”
“It’s my fault, then. You’re not holding out on me.”
Kasabian ignores me and watches his movie.
“What does it say about the families?”
“It’s boring. It’s mostly histories. Family trees. Who begat who. There’s one fun fact to know and tell. Whenever a lot of families are in the same geographic area, each family specializes in a different kind of magic. It’s like a franchise. Supposed to keep down the hillbilly feuds.”
“The Springheels were blue bloods, so I suppose they’d have first dibs. What kind did they do?”
“Past-tense blue bloods. They didn’t have much by the end. I don’t know what magic they started out with, but even at the end they were pretty respected charm makers. Amulets. Talismans. Protective runes.”
“What about the Geistwalds?”
“Scryers. Fortune-tellers. If you ask me, the whole so-called art is a joke. I’ve met maybe two or three scryers with enough nickels in their pockets to make a quarter. The others I’d second deal at poker and take all their money. They couldn’t even see me cheating. What kind of seer is that? The whole so-called art is for rubes.”
“The Geistwalds look like they’re doing all right. Their house is about the size of the San Fernando Valley. Someone said they advise studios on what movies to make.”
“Still sounds like a gaff.”
“What does it say about the Ashes? Cabal and his sister.”
“Another old family. They pulled something shady back in the old country, took off, and ended up here. No one’s sure if Cosima, the chick, is Cabal’s sister or his wife. Hell, they probably don’t even remember anymore, which makes it even worse if you’ve ever seen them.”