Small Favor Part 27

"Out with it, Dresden," she said.

I shook my head.

She put a fist on one hip. "Why not?"

"Gave my word."

She considered that for a moment. Then she nodded once and said, "As you wish. Get some more rest. You'll need it." Then she prowled over to my love seat, sank wearily down into it, and, without another word, curled up under a blanket. She was apparently asleep seconds later.

I thought about getting up and checking out Gard's case, maybe calling Michael and Murphy, but the weariness that suddenly settled on my limbs made all of that sound impossibly difficult. So I settled in a little more comfortably and found sleep coming swiftly to me as well.

The last thing I noticed, before I dropped off, was that under all the blankets I was entirely undressed.

And I was clean.

Chapter Twenty-seven.

"I still don't see why I can't go," Molly said, folding her arms crossly. still don't see why I can't go," Molly said, folding her arms crossly.

"You know how you told me how much you hate it when your parents quote scripture at you to answer your questions?" I asked her.

"Yeah."

"I'm not gonna do that. Because I don't know this one well enough to get the quote right."

She rolled her eyes.

"But it's something about the best way to defeat temptation is to avoid it."

"Oh, please," Molly said.

"Actually, he's right," Thomas said, pa.s.sing over my duster. "Seriously. I know temptation."

Molly gave my brother a sidelong look and blushed faintly.

"Stop that," I told him.

Thomas shrugged. "Can't help it. I'm hungry. I wound up jumping rooftop to rooftop for half an hour, dodging a bunch of three-foot-tall lunatics with bows and arrows."

"Elves," I murmured. "Someone on Summer's team was calling in backup, too. Interesting. I wonder which side tipped the scales first."

"You're welcome," Thomas said.

"Hey," Molly snapped. "Can we get back on topic? I know how to handle myself, Harry. This is supposed to be a talk, not a fight."

I sighed, turning to her. We were talking to each other in the Carpenters' kitchen, while everyone else geared up in the workshop. Thomas had sneaked in the front door of the house to pa.s.s my staff and coat back to me, after his evening of decoy work.

"Gra.s.shopper," I said, "think who we're going to be talking to."

"Nicodemus. The head of the Denarians," she said. "The man who tried to kill my father and my teacher, and did his best to put a demon inside my little brother's head."

I blinked. "How did you know about-"

"The usual, eavesdropping on Mom and Dad," she replied impatiently. "The point being that I'm not not going to be tempted to pick up one of his coins, Harry." going to be tempted to pick up one of his coins, Harry."

"I'm not talking about you you being tempted, kid," I said. "I'm worried about Nicodemus. Given everything that's going on, I'd rather not wave a Knight of the Cross's brushed-with-darkness daughter under his nose. We're trying to avoid a huge fight, not find new reasons to start one." being tempted, kid," I said. "I'm worried about Nicodemus. Given everything that's going on, I'd rather not wave a Knight of the Cross's brushed-with-darkness daughter under his nose. We're trying to avoid a huge fight, not find new reasons to start one."

Molly gave me a steady stare.

"Hey," I said, "how's that homework I gave you coming?"

She stared some more. She'd learned from Charity, so she was pretty good at it. I'd gotten Charity's stare plenty, though, so I'd been inoculated. She turned in silence and stalked out of the kitchen.

Thomas snorted quietly.

"What?" I asked him.

"You really think you're going to avoid a fight?"

"I think I'm not going to hand them any of Michael's family as hostages," I said. "Nicodemus has got something up his sleeve." As I spoke, I made sure the little holdout knife in its leather sheath was still secured up mine. "The only question is who is going to start the music and where."

"Where's the meeting?"

I shrugged. "Neither party knows. Kincaid and the Archive are picking a neutral spot. They left my place early this morning. They're going to call. But I doubt they'll start it this soon. My money says that Nicodemus will want something in exchange for Marcone. That's when he'll make his move."

"At the exchange?" Thomas asked.

I nodded. "Try to grab the whole tamale."

"Uh-huh," Thomas said. "Speaking of, I came by your place after I was done playing tag with a.s.sa.s.sin midgets last night. Got a whiff of perfume on the doorway and checked through the window on the south side of the house." He gave me a sly grin. "About f.u.c.king time, man."

I frowned at him. "What?"

The grin faded. "You mean you still still didn't...Oh, empty didn't...Oh, empty night night, Harry."

"What did you see see?"

"I saw you you, talking to a woman who had already taken half her clothes clothes off for you, man." off for you, man."

"Oh, come on," I said. "Thomas, it wasn't like that. She was just getting clean." I gave him the short version of the previous evening.

Thomas gave me a look of his own. Then he thwapped me gently upside the head.

"Hey!" I said.

"Harry," he said. "You were sleeping for hours hours. She had plenty plenty of time to get clean. You think she sat around for all that time because she wasn't tired just yet? You think she didn't of time to get clean. You think she sat around for all that time because she wasn't tired just yet? You think she didn't plan plan on you seeing her?" on you seeing her?"

I opened my mouth to answer and left it that way.

"For that matter, she could have settled down behind the couch, where you couldn't have seen her if you did did wake up," Thomas continued. "Not right by the fire, where she made what I thought was quite a nice little picture for you." wake up," Thomas continued. "Not right by the fire, where she made what I thought was quite a nice little picture for you."

"I...I didn't think she..."

He stared at me. "You didn't make a move."

"She's...Luccio is my commanding officer, man. We...we work work together." together."

Thomas rolled his eyes. "That's a twenty-first-century att.i.tude, man. She's a nineteenth-century girl. She doesn't draw the lines the same way you and I do."

"But I never thought-"

"I can't believe this," Thomas said. "Tell me you aren't that stupid."

"Stupid?" I demanded.

"Yeah," he said bluntly. "Stupid. If she offered and you turned her down because you had a reason you didn't want to, that's one thing. Never realizing what she was talking about, though-that's just pathetic."

"She never never said-" said-"

My brother threw up his hands. "What does a woman need to do, Harry? Rip her clothes off, throw herself on top of you, and s.h.i.+mmy while screaming, 'Do me, baby!'?" He shook his head. "Sometimes you're a frigging idiot."

"I..." I spread my hands. "She just went to sleep, man."

"Because she was being thoughtful of you, you k.n.o.b. She didn't want to come on too strong and make you uncomfortable, especially given that she's older and more experienced than you are, and your commanding officer to boot. She didn't want to make you feel pressured. So she left you plenty of room to turn her down gracefully." He rolled his eyes. "Read between the lines once in a while, man."

"I..." I sighed. "I've never been hit on by a woman a hundred and fifty years older than me," I said lamely.

"Try to use your brain around women once in a while, instead of just your juju stick." Thomas tossed me my staff.

I caught it. "Everyone's a critic."

My brother purloined an apple from the basket on the island in the kitchen on his way to the door, glanced over his shoulder, and said, "Moron. Thank G.o.d Nicodemus is a man."

He left, and I stood there for a second being annoyed at him. I mean, sure, he was probably right-but that only made it more annoying, not less.

Something else he was right about: Anastasia had looked simply amazing in front of that fire.

Huh.

I hadn't really thought of her in terms of her first name before. Just as "Luccio" or "the captain" or "Captain Luccio." Come to think of it, she'd been out of the dating game for even longer than I had. Could be that she hadn't exactly been br.i.m.m.i.n.g with self-confidence last night, either.

The situation bore thinking upon.

Later.

For now, there was intrigue and inevitable betrayal afoot, and I had to focus.

I headed out to the workshop. The day was brighter than the one before, but the cloud cover still hadn't gone. It had stopped snowing, though the wind kicked up enough powder to make it hard to tell. A check of the mirror had revealed that the tip of my nose, the tops of my ears, and the highest parts of my cheeks were rough and ruddy from exposure to cold and my brush with hypothermia. They looked like they'd suffered from a heavy sunburn. Added to my racc.o.o.n eyes, I thought them quite charming.

No wonder Luccio had thrown herself at me with such wanton abandon.

Dammit, Harry, focus, focus. Danger is afoot.

I opened the door to the workshop just as Michael folded his arms and said, "I still don't see why I can't go."

"Because we're trying to avoid a fight," Luccio said calmly, "and an atmosphere of nervous fear is not going to foster a good environment for a peaceful exchange."

"I'm not afraid of them," Michael said.

"No," Luccio said, smiling faintly. "But they're afraid of you."

"In any case," Gard said, "neither the Church nor the Knights are signatories of the Accords. Not to put it too bluntly, Sir Michael, but this is quite literally none of your business."

"You don't know these people," Michael said quietly. "Not the way I do."

"I do," I said quietly. "At least in some ways."

Michael turned to give me a steady, searching look. "Maybe," he said quietly. "Do you think I should stay away?"

I didn't answer him immediately. Gard watched me from where she sat on the edge of her cot, now dressed and upright, if not precisely healthy-looking. Hendricks sat at the workbench again, although he was sharpening a knife this time. Weapons nuts are always fiddling with their gear. Murphy, seated down the bench from Hendricks, was cleaning her gun. She wasn't moving her wounded arm much, though she apparently had full use of that hand. Sanya loomed in a corner near the workbench, patiently working some kind of leather polish into Esperacchius Esperacchius's scabbard.

"I don't think think this is where they'll try to stick in the knife," I said quietly. I turned my eyes to Luccio. "I also don't think it would be stupid to have a couple of Knights on standby, in case I'm wrong." this is where they'll try to stick in the knife," I said quietly. I turned my eyes to Luccio. "I also don't think it would be stupid to have a couple of Knights on standby, in case I'm wrong."

Luccio's head rocked back a little.

"No reason not to hedge our bets," I told her quietly. "These people don't play nice like the Unseelie fae, or the Red Court. I've seen them in action, Captain."

She pursed her lips, and her eyes never wavered from my face. "All right, Warden," she said, finally. "It's your city."

"I did not not agree to this," Gard said, rising, her expression dark. agree to this," Gard said, rising, her expression dark.

"Oh, deal with it, blondie," I told her. "Beggars and choosers. The White Council is backing you up on this one, but don't start thinking it's because we work for you. Or your boss."

"I'm going to be there too," Murphy said quietly, without looking up from her gun. "Not just somewhere nearby. There. In the room."

Pretty much everyone there said, "No," or some variant of it at that point, except for Hendricks, who didn't talk a lot, and me, who knew better.

Murphy put her gun back together during the protests and loaded it in the silence afterward.

"If you people want to have your plots and your shadowy wars in private," she said, "you should take them to Antarctica or somewhere. Or you could do this in New York, or Boise, and this isn't any of my business. But you aren't in any of those places. You're in Chicago. And when things get out of hand, it's the people I'm sworn to protect who are endangered." She rose, and though she was the shortest person in the room, she wasn't looking up at anyone. "I'm going to be there as a moderating influence with your cooperation. Or we can do it the other way. Your choice, but I know a lot of cops who are sick and tired of this supernatural bulls.h.i.+t sneaking up on us."

She directed a level gaze around the room. She hadn't put the gun away.