The Dresden Files Collection 1-6

by Jim Butcher

  “Why would I be killing innocents?” MacFinn demanded, his voice growing tight, clipped.

  “Innocents like Kim?” I said. I’m a wizard, not a saint. I’m allowed to be vindictive.

  MacFinn went pale and looked down.

  “Maybe you’re doing it as a smoke screen. Maybe you can’t help it. Or hell, maybe you really are just a poor cursed guy, and someone’s using you like a puppet. There’s no way for me to tell right now.”

  “Assuming I’m not lying,” MacFinn grated, “who would have an interest in setting me up?”

  I shook my head. “That’s the million-dollar question. I’d say that it was Johnny Marcone—he stands to benefit if you can’t oppose his business interests in the Northwest. As I understand it, the Northwest Passage would pretty much put nails in the coffin of a lot of industry up in that direction.”

  MacFinn nodded grimly. “It would.”

  “So that gives him a good motive. But how did he know about your curse? And how did he pull off ruining the circle? It doesn’t sound like him. He would just have your brakes fail, or maybe arrange for you to meet a couple of big men in a dark alley. It’s just his way.” I shrugged. “Who else would be doing it? Can you think of anyone?”

  MacFinn shook his head. “I’ve always been lucky. Been able to hold myself in, lock myself up. Or been able to go far away, out into the wilds where no one would find me. So that when I changed, no one would be killed.”

  “That’s why you were backing the Northwest Passage,” I guessed. “A place for you to go in safety when the full moon comes—a really big no-people zone.”

  MacFinn glanced aside at Tera, who was staring stoically into the distance. “That and other reasons.” His jaw tightened, and he looked back to the fire. “You don’t know what it’s like, Mr. Dresden. To live with yourself.”

  I rubbed at my mouth and chin with my good hand. I needed a shave. I studied MacFinn and Tera for a moment, trying to make up my mind.

  Was MacFinn telling me the truth? Was he just a victim, someone being used by a faceless villain still at large? Or was he lying to me?

  If he was lying, if all of this had been his design, what purpose would he have had in luring me out here? Killing me, of course, getting rid of the only wizard who could pen up his monstrous form. That was, after all, exactly what he would have done if I hadn’t have been able to shock him silly. But did that even make sense? What would he gain by removing me if I never stood in his way in the first place?

  Careful, Harry. Don’t get too paranoid. Not everyone is planning and plotting and lying. But I had to wonder about Tera West. A nasty scenario was laying itself out in my mind. What if the dear, sweet fiancée was tired of hubby? What if she had done the before- and after-moon killings, then set up her sweetiekins to take the fall for her? She could get rid of MacFinn and Marcone’s partner all in one fell swoop.

  Leaving her and Marcone alive. Marcone could have found out about MacFinn from Tera, and about the weakness of his circle from Tera as well. Tera wasn’t human, not even a little. She was something else, maybe a being of the Nevernever. Who knew how her mind worked?

  And then there was the group of young people Tera seemed to be in charge of. How did they fit into this? What was she using them for?

  I went fishing. “How are Georgia and Billy, Tera?” I asked, my tone conversational.

  She blinked. Her mouth worked for a second, and then she answered, “Fine. They are well.” She pressed her lips together, clearly desiring the conversation to end.

  I watched MacFinn. His face registered confusion, and then he looked between Tera and me uneasily. He didn’t know who the hell I was talking about, and she didn’t seem to want to let MacFinn in on what was apparently a secret.

  Aha, little miss werewolf-shape-shifter-thing. What are you plotting?

  I was going to press her harder, when MacFinn and Tera both looked up at exactly the same time, out toward the woods. I stared at them like a moron for a couple of seconds, my mind still running along trails of thought, tracing potential lies, possibilities. Then I shook that out of my brain and Listened.

  “Both of you along that way,” Murphy said from somewhere in the distance downslope. “Ron, take your three and fan out until we’re even with the feds. Then we sweep west, up the hill.”

  “Christ, Murphy,” Carmichael said. “We don’t owe the feds shit. If they’d have showed up on time, we’d have been out here hours ago. If we hadn’t got that report about the West woman in the hotel room, we still wouldn’t be here.”

  “Can it, Carmichael,” Murphy snapped. “Pictures of MacFinn and the woman have been passed out. And you all know what Dresden looks like. Spread out and nab them.”

  “You don’t even know if they’re here,” Carmichael protested.

  “I’ll bet you sex to doughnuts that they are, Carmichael,” Murphy said, her voice dripping sweet venom. “And that should tell you how certain I am.”

  Carmichael muttered something under his breath, and then growled orders to his men to fan out as Murphy had indicated.

  “Dammit,” MacFinn snarled. “How did they know I was here?”

  “Where else would a werewolf go to hide?” I sniped. “Shit. How do we get out?”

  “Wind,” Tera said. She and MacFinn both came to their feet. “Or fog. Can you do one of those again?”

  I grimaced and shook my head. “I don’t think so. I’m worn out. I’d probably make a mistake and that could kill someone.”

  “If you don’t,” Tera said, “we will all be captured or killed.”

  “You can’t solve all your problems by magic,” I snapped.

  “He’s right,” MacFinn said quietly. “We split up. The first one discovered makes a lot of noise, puts up a fight, and gives the others a chance to get away.”

  “No,” I said. "MacFinn, you’ve got to stay with me. I can make the circle with some sticks and dirt, if necessary, but if I’m not there, I can’t hold you in when the curse takes hold later tonight.”

  MacFinn’s teeth showed again. “No time to argue, Mr. Dresden, ” he said.

  “Indeed there is not,” said Tera, and then she took off at a dead run. MacFinn hissed a curse and grabbed for her as she ran, but missed. Tera flew on into the woods, rushing silently down the slope on an angle that would take her past the edge of the pursuers’ line. She was noticed after only a few steps, shouts going up from three or four throats.

  “Bitch,” MacFinn cursed, and he started after her. I seized his arm, my fingers clamping on his bicep hard enough to make him stop and stare at me, his green eyes fierce and wild.

  “Split up,” I said, looking back down the hill. “If we’re lucky, they won’t even know that we were here.”

  “But Tera—”

  “Knows what she’s doing,” I said. “If the police nail us, there’s no way you’re going to be able to hold it in tonight. We go, now, and we meet at the nearest gas station to the park. All right?”

  From down slope came the sounds of running men, a warning call, and then a gunshot. For Tera’s sake, I hoped that Agent Benn wasn’t down there. MacFinn clenched his jaw, and then ran up the slope, on an angle. Down below us, there were more shouts, more shots fired, and a short, sharp cry of pain.

  Call me crazy, but those sounds, added to all the other things that had happened that day, were just too much for me to handle. I turned, cradling my wounded arm against me, and stumbled up the hill into a long, loping run. I kept my head down, watching my feet, only looking up often enough to make sure that I didn’t run into a tree, and fled.

  Chapter Sixteen

  I made it out of the park, exhausted and barely able to keep from screaming with pain. I stopped at the first gas station I could find, so I could take off my boots. Old and comfortable as they were, cowboy boots were not meant for running cross-country. I leaned against the side of the building by the pay phones, away from the street, and sat down on the sidewalk. My body throbbed with pain,
slowing as my heart and breathing did.

  I gave MacFinn an hour, but he didn’t show up. No one did.

  I got restless, fast. Could both MacFinn and Tera West have been captured? Murphy’s cops may not have looked like much, but I knew they were tough and smart. It wasn’t out of the realm of possibility.

  I rummaged in my duster’s pockets, came up with enough change to make a phone call, then made my painful way to the phone.

  "Midwestern Arcane, this is Ms. Rodriguez,” Susan said, when she picked up the phone. Her voice sounded tired, stressed.

  “Hi, Susan,” I said. My shoulder twinged, and I gritted my teeth, pulling my duster around me a little more tightly. The evening was bringing a cold wind and grey clouds, and the sweats and cotton T-shirt Tera West had given me weren’t enough to keep out the chill.

  “Harry?” she said disbelievingly. “My God. Where are you? The police are looking for you. They keep calling here. Something about a murder.”

  “Misunderstanding,” I said and leaned against the wall. The pain was getting worse as chills soaked in and I started to shiver.

  “You sound terrible,” Susan said. “Are you all right?”

  “Can you help me?”

  There was a pause on the other end of the line. “I don’t know, Harry. I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t want to get into any trouble.”

  “I could explain it,” I offered, struggling to keep my words clear through the pain. “But it’s sort of a long story.” I dropped a subtle emphasis on that last word. Sometimes it scares me how easy it is to get people to do what you want them to do, if you know something about them.

  “Story, eh?” Susan said. I could hear the sudden twinge of interest in her voice.

  “Sure. Murder, violence, blood, monsters. Give you the whole scoop if you can give me a ride.”

  “You bastard,” she breathed, but I thought she was smiling. “I would have come to get you anyway.”

  “Sure you would have,” I said, but I felt a smile on my own lips. I told her the address of the gas station and hoped that the feds hadn’t taken the time to get a wiretap for Susan’s phone.

  “Give me half an hour,” Susan said. “Maybe more, depending on traffic.”

  I squinted up at the sky, which was rapidly darkening, both with oncoming dusk and heavy, brooding clouds. “Time’s important. Hurry if you can.”

  “Just take care of yourself, Harry,” she said, worry in her voice. Then she hung up the phone.

  I did, too, and leaned back against the wall. I hated to draw Susan into this. It made me feel cheap, somehow. Weak. It was that whole problem with chivalry that I had. I didn’t want a girl to be riding to my rescue, protecting me. It just didn’t seem right. And I didn’t want to endanger Susan, either. I was a murder suspect, and the police were looking for me. She could get in trouble, for aiding and abetting, or something like that.

  On the other hand, I didn’t have much choice. I didn’t have any money for a cab, even if I could get one this far from the city. I didn’t have a car. I was in no shape to walk anywhere. My contacts, in the persons of MacFinn and Tera West, were gone. I had to have help, and Susan was the only one I thought I could trust to do it. If there was a story involved, she’d go to hell itself to get it.

  And I had used that against her, to lever her into helping me. I didn’t like it that I had. I’d thought better of myself. I ducked my head against the cold, and shivered, and wondered if I’d done the right thing.

  It was while I was leaning against the wall, waiting, that I heard a scrabbling sound around the corner of the gas station. I tensed and waited. The sound repeated itself, a definite pattern of three short movements. A signal.

  Warily, I made my way to the back of the building, ready to turn and run as best I could. Tera West was there, behind the building, crouched down between several empty cardboard boxes that smelled of beer and the garbage bin. She was naked, her body a uniform shade of brown, without an ounce of excess fat on her. Her hair was mussed and had leaves and bits of twig caught in it. Her amber eyes looked even more alien and wild than usual.

  She rose and came toward me, evidently unconscious of the cold. She moved with a feral sort of grace that made me all too aware of her legs, and her hips, even though I was battered, fatigued, and brooding.

  “Wizard,” she greeted me. “Give me your coat.”

  I snapped my eyes back up to hers, then slipped out of my duster, though my shoulder screamed with pain as I pulled the coat off of it, and my body sent up an entirely different round of complaints as the cold wind gleefully cut through the thin clothes I wore beneath the duster. Tera took the coat and slid into it, wrapping it around her and buttoning it closed. The sleeves were too long, and the coat dangled to her ankles, but it covered her lean, strong body well enough. I found myself faintly regretful that I’d had it with me.

  “What happened?” I asked her.

  She shook her head. “The police do not know how game runs, or how to chase it. One grabbed me. I made him let go.” She glanced around us warily, and raked her fingers through her hair, trying to comb out leaves and sticks. “I led them away from you and MacFinn, changed, and made my way back to the camp. I followed MacFinn’s trail.”

  “Where is he?”

  She bared her teeth. “The federal people caught him. They took him away.”

  “Hell’s bells,” I breathed. “Do you know where?”

  “Into a car,” she responded.

  “No,” I said, growing frustrated. “Do you know where the car went?”

  She shook her head. “But they had an argument with the one called Murphy. Murphy had more people with her, more guns. MacFinn went where Murphy wanted him to go.”

  “Downtown,” I said. “Murphy would want him in holding down at the station. Hell, it’s on the same floor as Special Investigations.”

  Tera shrugged, her expression hard. “As you say.”

  “We don’t have much time,” I said.

  “For what? There is nothing more to be done. We cannot reach him now. MacFinn will change when the moon rises. Murphy and the police people will die.”

  “Like hell,” I said. “I’ve got to get to the station before it happens.”

  Tera studied me with narrowed eyes. “The police are hunting for you as well, wizard. If you go there, you too will be locked in a cage. You will not be allowed to go to MacFinn.”

  “I wasn’t planning on asking permission,” I said. “But I think I can get inside. I just have to get to my apartment.”

  “The police will be watching it,” Tera said. “They will be waiting for you there. And in any case, we have no car and no money. How will you reach Chicago before moonrise? There is nothing more to be done, wizard.”

  There came the crunch of tires around the side of the gas station, and I peeked around the corner. Susan’s car was just coming to a halt. Raindrops were starting to come down and to make little impact circles on her Taurus’s windshield. I felt a little surge of defiant energy.

  “There’s our ride,” I said. “Follow.” I relished throwing the terse command at Tera, and she stared at me. I turned my back on her and stalked over to the car.

  Susan leaned across and threw open the passenger door, then blinked at me in surprise. She blinked again when Tera slipped in front of me, threw the passenger seat forward, and slid into the backseat with a flash of long, lean legs, then regarded Susan with unreadable, distant eyes.

  I pushed the seat back and settled into place. It was a real effort to shut the door, and a small sound of discomfort escaped my mouth. When I looked at Susan, she was staring at me, and at my arm. I looked down and found that the bandage, and a part of the T-shirt’s sleeve were soaked through with blood. The purple bruises had spread a few inches, it seemed, and showed beneath the shirt’s sleeve.

  “Good Lord,” Susan gasped. “What happened?”

  “I got shot,” I said.

  “Doesn’t it hurt?” Susan stamme
red, still stunned.

  “Is this female always so stupid?” Tera asked. I winced. Susan turned in the seat and glowered at Tera, and I looked back to see Tera narrow her eyes and bare her teeth in what one could hardly say was a smile.

  “It hurts,” I confirmed. “Susan, take us to my place, but don’t stop when you get there. Just drive past slowly. I’ll tell you everything on the way.”

  Susan gave Tera one last, skeptical glance, particularly taking in my bullet-torn duster and Tera’s bare limbs. “This better be good, Dresden,” she said. Then she slapped the car into gear and started driving with irritated haste back toward the city.

  I wanted to collapse into sleep, but I made myself explain most of what had happened over the past couple of days to Susan, editing out mentions of the White Council, demons, that sort of thing. Susan listened, and drove, and asked intent questions, fastening gleefully on to the information concerning the Northwest Passage Project, and Johnny Marcone’s links to the businesses opposing it. Rain started coming down in a steady, murky veil, and she flicked on the windshield wipers.

  “So you’ve got to get to MacFinn,” Susan said, when I was finished, “before the moon comes up and he transforms.”

  “You’ve got it,” I said.

  “Why don’t you call Murphy? Tell her what’s going on?”

  I shook my head. “Murphy isn’t going to be in the mood to listen. She busted me and I fled arrest. She’d have me in a cell before I could say abracadabra.”

  “But it’s raining,” Susan protested. “We won’t be able to see the moon tonight. Won’t that stop MacFinn from changing?”

  I blinked at the question and glanced back at Tera. She was watching the buildings pass out the side window as the streetlights started flickering on. She didn’t look at me, but shook her head.

  “No such luck,” I told Susan. “And with these clouds, I can’t even tell if the sun has gone down yet, much less how much time we have before moonrise.”

  Susan breathed out slowly. “How are you going to get to MacFinn, then?”

  “I’ve got a couple things at my apartment,” I said. “Drive on by. Let’s see if there’s anyone watching the old place.”