The Bride Wore Black Leather

best-tailored formal suit the Nightside could produce, instead of my usual trench coat; because if Suzie wasn’t going to wear white, neither was I.
    Alex was there as best man, and Cathy as maid of honour. Alex wore a more dignified version of his usual all-black outfit, dispensing with the shades, just for me. I’m not entirely sure what Cathy was wearing, but it was very colourful, and I’m sure deeply fashionable. Suzie and I decided early on to keep the guests to a minimum. Dead Boy was there in his purple greatcoat, and Razor Eddie in a whole new raincoat and a cloud of anti-perspirant. Larry Oblivion in his smart suit, and Tommy in his finest and most flouncy New Romantic silks. Julien Advent, in his finest Victorian garb, complete with scarlet-lined opera cloak, representing the Authorities. (The other members sent their best wishes, and a very nice automatic tea-maker. Least they could do, under the circumstances.) The London Knights sent their representative, Sir Gareth. And Bruin Bear and the Sea Goat turned up, claiming to represent Shadows Fall. I think they just like weddings. Certainly the Bear beamed happily throughout the ceremony, while the Sea Goat drank vodka straight from the bottle and cried big happy tears all through the responses. And the front door from my old office building, propped up at the back and humming happily to itself. Because I’d promised.
    Suzie and I remembered all the words, in all the right places; Alex remembered the ring; and everything went perfectly. Made a nice change.
    Afterwards, while we were saying good-bye to our guests, before they all went off to the reception at the Adventurers Club, I spotted a familiar face right at the back of the church, keeping to the shadows. No-one else seemed to notice. I excused myself, and went back to speak with him. He nodded politely.
    “Hello, John. Hope you don’t mind me dropping in like this, without an official invite.”
    “Hello, Walker,” I said. “Good of you to make it to my wedding, after all.”
    He tipped his bowler hat to me. “Wouldn’t have missed it for the world, dear boy. Congratulations to you both.”
    “So,” I said. “You’re not dead after all, then? I should have known . . .”
    “Ah,” said Walker. “I’m afraid I wouldn’t know. I’m here from the Past, you see, time-travelling through the Portable Timeslip. I learned of your wedding through a friendly oracle; and I wanted to be sure I wouldn’t miss it. Even though I probably won’t remember most of this when I get back. Price you pay for these sudden, short-term hops.”
    “You knew the exact date of my wedding, in advance?”
    “I’m Walker,” he said, smiling. “It’s my job to know everything that matters.”
    “My job, now,” I said.
    “I always meant you should succeed me,” said Walker. “The Nightside doesn’t need me any more; it needs a new kind of Walker. Like you. I’ve been quietly training you for some time.”
    “I’m not sure whether I should say thank you, or not,” I said.
    He nodded easily. “It’s been that kind of relationship, hasn’t it?”
    “That sort of friendship,” I said.
    “Most of the time. You watch out for yourself, now. I won’t be there to look after you.”
    “Is that what you called it?” I said, and we both smiled.
    “You’ll still have Julien Advent,” said Walker. “He has a good heart, and a good head on his shoulders.”
    “Yes,” I said. “I’ll still have Julien Advent.”
    Walker looked at me thoughtfully. “The oracle told me I didn’t have a lot of time left. Tell me, John. Did I die well?”
    “You died . . . in character,” I said. “Right to the very end.”
    “Then that’s all that matters. Well, time to be going. Lovely ceremony. Best of luck. You’re probably going to need it.”
    “It was you, who sent the message about the immortals, wasn’t it?” I said. “To get me to the Ball of Forever, in time for King of Skin’s murder.”
    “I have made certain advance arrangements, yes,” said Walker. “My wedding present to you. I thought you deserved a decent last case to go out on, as a private investigator. Good-bye, John.”
    “Good-bye, Henry.”
    He smiled, and disappeared. Gone, just like that. His real wedding present, even if he didn’t know it; a chance to say good-bye properly.
    I went back to Suzie. Everyone else was leaving, heading for the buffet and free champagne at the Adventurers Club, talking happily with each