Small Favor Part 19

I paused to think about that. "True. So we'll have to start by looking at who could could have given away the safe house." have given away the safe house."

Murphy raked her fingers through her dark-golden hair, frowning in thought. "To be honest, SI doesn't cross trails with the outfit all that often. I'd have to make some calls to find out."

Thomas drummed his fingers on the arm of his chair. "The FBI would have more, wouldn't they?"

"And you know that guy Rick, right?" Molly said. "The one who was helping that jerk interrogate me?"

Murphy's eyes narrowed. She made a noise that wasn't quite an agreement, but wasn't quite a denial, either. Murphy has issues with her ex-husband.

It took Molly about half a second to figure out the expression on Murphy's face. She looked around the room somewhat desperately for a moment. "Uh, so, Harry, what's with Mister? He's been sleeping like a log the whole time we've been here."

"Which brings us to the second part of the problem," I said. "The hitters from the Summer Court. I think odds are good that they've got my place under surveillance."

Thomas arched an eyebrow. "I didn't sense anything coming in."

"You didn't sense anything walking through the front door of the pub, either," Murphy said archly.

"I was circling the block," Thomas said crossly. "Middle of a d.a.m.ned blizzard and you still can't find a parking spot. I hate this town."

"I've got warning spells spread out all around this place," I said. "Anything gets within a block and I'll probably know about it. And you've got to get up early in the morning to sneak past Mouse."

Mouse, who was sitting in front of Molly making soulful eyes at her chicken sandwich, glanced at me and wagged his tail.

"If they were very close, I'd know it. They're probably spread out in a loose ring, watching who comes and goes," I said. "The gruffs don't really want to kick my apartment door down-not yet, at any rate. They'd rather fight where there won't be collateral damage. But I've got a feeling that they aren't at their best in all this snow."

Molly frowned. "You think Mab is influencing the weather for you?"

"Maybe the ongoing record snowfall is a coincidence," I said. "But if so, it's awfully convenient."

"Nothing's ever convenient with you, Dresden," Murphy said.

"Exactly my point." I rubbed at my jaw. I needed to shave, but my throbbing nose was bad enough without adding a couple of razor nicks to the mess. I didn't trust my hands to be steady. There were too many scary things moving around, and if I stopped long enough to think about how far in over my head I was getting, I might just crawl into a hole and pull it in after me.

Don't think, Harry. You know too much about what you're up against.

a.n.a.lyze, decide, and act.

"Okay. We can a.s.sume that the Summer crew saw us come in. As long as we don't leave, they'll a.s.sume that we're still here."

Molly said, "Aha. I wondered why you asked me along."

I winked at her. "Know thyself, gra.s.shopper. Yeah. When we leave, I want you to make sure that the gruffs and their crew don't notice. Hopefully that will buy us some more time while they play patient hunter and wait for me to expose myself again."

"Heh," Thomas sn.i.g.g.e.red. "Expose yourself."

Murphy tossed an onion ring at him, which he caught and popped in his mouth.

"Meanwhile, I've got a new toy for you to play with, Thomas."

My brother arched his eyebrows and focused his attention on me.

I went into my tiny bedroom and came back out with a small figurine, a rough figure of clay that resembled Gumby more than anything. I lifted it to my mouth and breathed on it, then murmured a word and said, "Catch."

I tossed it to Thomas. My brother caught it and- -suddenly a tall man, too lanky to look altogether healthy and with too many rough edges to be handsome, sat in Thomas's chair, dressed in his clothes. His hair had short waves in it, and looked perpetually rumpled. His eyes were a bit sunken in a permanent state of too little sleep, but the line of his chin, strong and clean, made him look harder and sharper than he might otherwise have appeared.

h.e.l.l's bells. Did I really look like that? Maybe I needed a makeover or something.

Murphy sucked in a breath and looked back and forth between Thomas, in his new look, and me. Molly didn't bother trying to hide her reaction, and just said, "Cool."

"What?" Thomas asked. Though the figure speaking looked like me, the sound of my brother's voice was unchanged, and a spot of ketchup from his burger still speckled one side of his mouth. He looked around for a moment, then scowled, rose, and ducked into my bedroom to look at himself in the little shaving mirror in the drawer in my bathroom. "You've invented a doll that turns people into their ugly half brothers, eh?"

"Get over yourself, prettyboy," I called.

"If you think I'm letting you break my nose to complete the look, you're insane."

I grunted. "Yeah, that's a problem. I had to set it up to look like I looked the day I finished it."

"It isn't a problem," Molly said at once. "I'll get my makeup kit and fix up his eyes for him, at least. I don't know what we can do for his nose, but from a distance he should look right."

"If he looks like you, Harry," Murphy said, "doesn't that mean he's going to be attracting some sort of hostile attention?"

Thomas snorted and appeared in the doorway to my bedroom, his face ketchup-free. "Harry walks around looking like this all the time time. Now, that that would be awful. I can handle it for a few hours." would be awful. I can handle it for a few hours."

"Don't get cute on me," I said. "Give us two or three hours' lead time, and then head out. Stay on the roads and keep moving. Don't give them a chance to surround you. You've got your cell phone?"

"I suppose," he said. "But given how much I've been hanging around you two and the bad weather, I'd say the odds were against its working." I grunted and tossed him my leather duster and my staff. He caught them and frowned. "You sure you don't want these?"

"Just don't lose them," I said. "If the gruffs saw a double of me who wasn't wearing the coat, they'd know something was up in a heartbeat. The idea is to keep them from getting suspicious in the first place. The charm should be good for another six, maybe seven hours. Once it drops, get back here."

"Yeah, yeah," Thomas said, sliding into my duster. The illusion magic didn't make the thing fit him, and he had to fiddle with the sleeves, but it looked looked like it always did on me. "Karrin, don't let him do anything stupid." like it always did on me. "Karrin, don't let him do anything stupid."

Murphy nodded. "I'll try. But you know how he is." She picked up her coat and shrugged into it. "Where are we going?"

"Back to Gard," I said. "The Carpenter place. I'm betting Marcone left her a sample of his hair to use to track him down, for just such an occasion as this."

"But you said you couldn't get through the, uh...the obscuring magic that the Nickelheads have."

"Probably not. But if I know Marcone, he also collected samples of hair or blood from his people. To find them if they ever needed help or..."

Murphy grimaced. "If they rated early retirement."

"I'm hoping Gard can give us an inside track on finding the leak, too," I said.

Meanwhile, Molly hurried over to Thomas with her makeup kit and began modifying his face. Thomas's face was about level with the chin of the illusion-me, if not a little lower, but I'd taught Molly the basics behind my illusion magic-such as it was. My skill with illusions was pretty basic, and it wouldn't stand up to any serious examination. Molly was able to scrunch up her eyes and see past it.

Of course, you didn't have to make the illusion utterly convincing if you could manage to keep people from having a good reason to take a hard look at it in the first place. The illusion doesn't have to be fancy-it's the misdirection behind it that really matters.

Molly had been caught in a Goth undertow of the youth culture, and it showed in her makeup. She had plenty of blues and purples and reds to darken Thomas's eyes with, and the illusion of my face a.s.sumed an appearance fairly close to my own, sans the swollen nose.

"It'll do," I said. "Murph, you're driving. Molly, if you don't mind."

My apprentice grinned as she hurriedly pulled on her coat. Then she stuck her tongue between her teeth, frowned fiercely, and waved her hand at me with a murmur. I felt the kid's veil congeal about me like a thin layer of Jell-O, a wobbly and slippery sensation. The world went a little bit blurry, as if I were suddenly looking at everything through hazy green water, but Murphy's face turned up into a grin.

"That's very good," she said. "I can't see him at all."

Molly's face was set with concentration as she maintained the spell, but she glanced at Murphy and nodded her head in acknowledgment.

"Right," I said. "Come on, Mouse."

My dog hopped to his feet and trotted over eagerly, waving his tail.

Murphy looked in my general direction, and arched an eyebrow.

"If the gruffs don't buy it, I want all the early warning I can get," I told her.

She lowered her voice and murmured, "And maybe you're a little nervous about going out without the coat and the staff?"

"Maybe," I said.

It was only a half lie. Insulting nickname or not, coat and staff or not, the more I thought about what we were up against, the more worried I became.

I wasn't nervous.

I was pretty much terrified terrified.

Chapter Nineteen.

I t was dark by the time we got to Chez Carpenter, and we were beginning to slow down to turn into the driveway when Murphy said, "Someone's tailing us." t was dark by the time we got to Chez Carpenter, and we were beginning to slow down to turn into the driveway when Murphy said, "Someone's tailing us."

"Keep driving," I snapped at once, from where I was crouched down in the back of Murphy's Saturn. I felt like a groundhog trying to hide in a golf divot. "Go past the house."

Murphy picked up speed again, accelerating very slowly and carefully on the s...o...b..und streets.

I poked my head up just enough to peer into the night behind us. Mouse sat up with me and looked solemnly and carefully out the back window when I did. "The car with one headlight pointing a little to the left?" I asked.

"That's the one. Spotted him about ten minutes ago. Can you see his plates?"

I squinted. "Not through this snow and with his lights in my eyes."

Molly turned and knelt in the pa.s.senger seat, peering through the back window. "Who do you think it is?"

"Molly, sit down," Murphy snapped. "We don't want them to know that we've seen-"

The headlights of the car behind us grew brighter and began to sweep closer. "Murph, they saw her. Here they come."

"I'm sorry!" Molly said. "I'm sorry!"

"Get your seat belts on," Murphy barked.

Murphy began accelerating, but our pursuer closed the distance within a few seconds. The headlights grew brighter, and I could hear the roar of a big old throaty engine. I scrambled up to the backseat and clawed at the seat belt, but Mouse was sitting on the other side of the buckle, and before I could get it out from under him Murphy screamed, "Hang on!"

Collisions are always louder than I expect, and this one was no exception. The pursuing car smashed into the rear of the Saturn at maybe forty miles an hour.

Metal screamed.

Fibergla.s.s shattered.

I got slammed back against my seat and then whiplashed into the back of the driver's seat.

Mouse bounced around, too.

Molly screamed.

Murph swore and wrenched at the steering wheel.

It could have been worse. Murphy had gained enough speed to mitigate the impact, but the Saturn went into a spin on the snowy streets and revolved in a graceful, slow-motion ballet.

Slamming my nose into the back of Murphy's seat didn't feel very good. In fact, it felt so not-good that I lost track of what was going on for a few seconds. I was vaguely aware of the car spinning and then crunching broadside into an enormous mound of snow.

The Saturn's engine coughed and died. My pounding heart sent thunder to my ears and agony to my nose. I barely heard the sound of a car door opening and closing somewhere nearby.

I heard Murphy twist around in her chair and gasp, "Gun." She drew her weapon, unfastened her seat belt, and tried her door. It was pressed into a solid wall of white. She snarled and crawled across a stunned Molly's lap, fumbling at the door.

I lurched to the other side of the car and clawed at the door until it opened. When it did I saw a slightly smashed-up car in the middle of the street, idling with both doors open. Two men stalked toward us through the snow. One was holding what looked like a shotgun, and his partner had an automatic in either hand.

Murphy threw herself out of the car and darted to one side. It wasn't hard to figure out why-if she'd started shooting immediately, Molly would have been in the line of any return fire. Murphy moved swiftly, crouched as close to the ground as she could get, but to do so cost her a precious second.

The shotgun roared and spat fire.

The blast smashed Murphy to the ground like a blow from a sledgehammer.

At the sight my scrambled brain congealed. I drew up my will, flung out a hand, and screamed, "Ventas servitas!"

Wind roared forth from my outstretched fingers. I directed it at the snow-covered ground in front of our attackers, and a sudden storm of flying bits of ice and snow engulfed the gunmen.

I kept the pressure on them, maintaining the spell, as I shouted, "Molly! Get to Murphy! Veil and first aid!"

Molly shook her head and gave me a gla.s.sy-eyed stare, but she climbed out of the car and staggered over to Murphy. A second later both of them vanished from sight.

I let up on the wind spell. Moving enough air to keep a gale-force wind going is a lot more work than anyone thinks. The air went still again except for swirling eddies of wind, frost devils that danced about in half a dozen whirling helices of snow. The two gunmen were revealed, crouching low, their arms still upraised to s.h.i.+eld their eyes from the wind and stinging flakes of ice.

I missed my staff. I missed my duster. But I wasn't missing the .44 revolver I drew from my coat's pocket and aimed at the bad guys, while I raised my left hand, shaking the s.h.i.+eld bracelet there out from under the sleeve of my coat.