Small Favor Part 21
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Michael grunted. "I already got in touch with Father Forthill. He sent over a report on who we think might be in town with Tessa."
I spent a couple of seconds feeling like an argumentative jerk. "Oh," I said. "Thank you. That...that could help a lot."
Michael shrugged. "We've learned to be wary of even our own intelligence. The Fallen are masters of deception, Harry. Sometimes it takes us centuries to catch one of them lying."
"I know," I said. "But you must have something solid."
"A little," he said. "We are fairly certain that Tessa and Imariel are the second-eldest of the Denarians. Only Nicodemus and Anduriel have been operating longer."
I grunted. "Are Tessa and Nicodemus rivals?"
"Generally," Michael replied. "Though I suppose it bears mentioning that they're also husband and wife."
"Match made in h.e.l.l, eh?"
"Not that it seems to mean much to either of them. They very rarely work together, and when they do it's never good. The last time they did so, according to the Church's records, was just before the Black Plague came to Europe."
"Plagues? The Nickelheads did that last time they were in town." I shook my head. "You'd expect a different tune or two in a husband-and-wife act that had been running that long."
"Variety is the key to a happy marriage," Michael agreed solemnly. His mouth quivered. "Nickelheads?"
"I decided their name gave them too much dignity, given what they are. I'm correcting that."
"Those who underestimate them generally don't survive it," Michael said. "Be careful."
"You know me."
"Yes," he said. "Where were we?"
"Plagues."
"Ah, yes. The Nickelheads have used plagues to instigate the most havoc and confusion in the past."
I fought off a smile that threatened my hard-a.s.s exterior as Michael continued.
"It's proven a successful tactic on more than one occasion. Once a plague has gained momentum, there's almost no limit to the lives they can claim and the suffering they can inflict."
I frowned and folded my arms. "Sanya said that Tessa preferred choosing eager...subjects, I suppose, over talented ones."
Michael nodded. "The Fallen who follow Imariel go through bearers very quickly. None of them are kind to those they bond with, but Imariel's crew are the monsters among the monsters. Tessa chooses their hosts from among the downtrodden, the desperate, those who believe that they have nothing to lose. Those who will succ.u.mb to temptation the most rapidly."
I grunted. "Lot of those around in the wake of a big nasty plague. Or any kind of similar chaos."
"Yes. We believe that it is one reason she collaborates with Nicodemus from time to time."
"She's focused on short-term," I said, getting it. "He's all about the long view."
"Exactly," Michael said. "When he threw Lasciel's coin at my son, it was a calculated gesture."
"Calculated to rope me in," I said.
"You," Michael said, "or my son."
A chill that had nothing to do with the air went through me. "Give the coin to a child?"
"A child who couldn't defend himself. Who could be raised with the voice of a Fallen angel whispering in his ear. Shaping him. Preparing him to be used as a weapon against his own family. Imagine it."
I stared around the yard that had been the scene of so much merriment only a few hours before. "I'd rather not," I said.
Michael continued quietly. "In general, the families of the bearers of the Swords are sheltered against such evils. But things like that have happened before. And Nicodemus has borne a coin for a score of centuries. He has no difficulty with the notion of waiting ten or fifteen or twenty years to attain his goals."
"That's why you think he's here," I said. "Because going after someone like Marcone isn't Tessa's style."
"It isn't," Michael said. "But I believe that if by helping it happen she could create the kind of environment she loves best, full of chaos and despair, it would be reason enough for her to join forces with her husband."
"How many?"
"Tessa keeps a group of five other Fallen around her." He gave me a quick smile. "Sorry. Four, now."
"Thank Thomas," I said. "Not me."
"I intend to," Michael said. "Nicodemus..." Michael shook his head. "I believe you've been told before that Nicodemus makes it a point to destroy any records the Church manages to build concerning him. That's not going to be as easy to arrange in the future-"
"Hail the information age," I interjected.
"-but our accounts regarding him are sketchy. We thought he had only three regular companions-but then he produced Lasciel's coin, which had supposedly been in secure storage in a Chilean monastery. I think it would be dangerous to a.s.sume anything at this point."
"Worst-case scenario," I said, "how many other coins might he have with him?"
Michael shrugged. "Six, perhaps? But it's just a guess."
I stared at him. "You're saying that they could have a dozen walking nightmares with them this time."
He nodded.
"Last time they came to party, all three Swords were here. There were four four Denarians. And we barely came out of it alive." Denarians. And we barely came out of it alive."
"I know."
"But you're used to this, right?" I asked him. "The Knights take on odds like this all the time."
He gave me an apologetic glance. "We like to outnumber them two to one if possible. Three to one when we can arrange it."
"But s.h.i.+ro said he had fought several duels against them," I said. "One-on-one."
"s.h.i.+ro had a gift," Michael said. "It was as simple as that. s.h.i.+ro knew swordplay like Mozart knew music. I'm not like him. I'm not afraid of facing a single Denarian alone, but I would generally consider us evenly matched. My fate would be in G.o.d's hands."
"Super," I sighed.
"Faith, Harry," Michael said. "He will not abandon us. There will be a way for good to overcome."
"Good overcame last time," I said quietly. "More or less. But that didn't stop them from killing s.h.i.+ro."
"Our lives belong to the Almighty," Michael said evenly. "We serve and live for the sake of others. Not for our own."
"Yeah," I said. "I'm sure that will comfort your kids when they have to grow up without a father."
Michael abruptly turned to face me squarely, and his right hand closed into a fist. "Stop talking," he said in a low, hard tone. "Right now."
So help me G.o.d, I almost took a swing at him out of sheer frustration. But sanity grabbed the scruff of my neck and turned me around. I stalked several paces away through the snow and stood with my back to him.
Sanity invited shame over for tea and biscuits. Dammit. I was supposed to be a wizard. Connected with my inner light, master of the disciplined mind, all of that kind of c.r.a.p. But instead I was shooting my mouth off at a man who didn't deserve it because...
Because I was scared. Really, really scared. I always started shooting my mouth off when something scared me. It had been an a.s.set before, but it sure as h.e.l.l wasn't right now. When something scared me I almost always embraced my anger as a weapon against it. That, too, was usually an a.s.set. But this time I'd let that fear and anger shape my thinking, and as a result I'd torn into my friend in the most tender spot he had, at a time when he could probably have used my support.
Then I realized why I was angry at Michael. I had wanted him to come flying in like Superman and solve my problems, and he'd let me down.
We're always disappointed when we find out someone else has human limits, the same as we do. It's stupid for us to feel that way, and we really ought to know better, but that doesn't seem to slow us down.
I wondered if Michael had ever felt the same way about me.
"My last remark," I muttered, "was out of line."
"Yes," Michael said. "It was."
"You want to duke it out or arm wrestle or something?"
"There are better ways for us to spend our time. Nicodemus and Tessa should be our focus."
I turned back to him. "Agreed."
"This isn't over," he said, a harsh edge in his voice. "We'll discuss it after."
I grunted and nodded. Some of the tension left the air between us. Back to business. That was easier. "You know what I don't get?" I said. "How do you step from Nicodemus's end of recruiting Marcone all the way to Tessa's end of a society steeped in chaos and despair?"
"I don't know," Michael said. He moved his hand to the hilt of the sword he now wore belted to his side, an unconscious gesture. "But Nicodemus thinks he does. And whatever he's doing, I've got a bad feeling that we'd better figure it out before he gets it done."
Chapter Twenty-one.
"I f I knew of any trusted lieutenants preparing to betray my employer," Miss Gard said with exaggerated patience, "they wouldn't be f I knew of any trusted lieutenants preparing to betray my employer," Miss Gard said with exaggerated patience, "they wouldn't be trusted trusted, now, would they? If you ask politely, I'm sure you can get someone to read the definition of treachery treachery to you, Dresden." to you, Dresden."
Michael smiled quietly. He sat at the workbench with one of his heavy daggers and a metal file, evidently taking some burrs out of the blade. Hendricks sat on a stool at the other end of the workbench. The huge enforcer had disa.s.sembled a handgun and was cleaning the pieces fastidiously.
"Okay, then," I said to Gard. "Why don't we start with everyone who knew the location of Marcone's panic room."
Gard narrowed her eyes, studying me. She looked better. Granted, it's difficult to look much worse worse than disemboweled, but even so, she'd been reduced from ten miles of bad road to maybe two or three. She was sitting up in her cot, her back resting against the wall of the workshop, and though she looked pale and incredibly tired, her blue eyes were clear and sharp. than disemboweled, but even so, she'd been reduced from ten miles of bad road to maybe two or three. She was sitting up in her cot, her back resting against the wall of the workshop, and though she looked pale and incredibly tired, her blue eyes were clear and sharp.
"I don't think so," she said quietly.
"There's not going to be much need to keep Marcone's secrets once he's dead, or under the control of one of the Fallen."
"I can't," she said.
"Oh, come on," I said, throwing up my hands. "h.e.l.l's bells, I'm not asking you for the launch codes to nuclear missiles."
She took a deep breath and enunciated each word. "I. Can't."
From the workbench Hendricks rumbled, "S'okay. Tell him."
Gard frowned at his broad back but nodded once and turned to me. "Comparatively few people in the organization were directly aware of the panic room, but I'm not sure that's our biggest concern."
The change in gears, from stonewall to narration, made me blink a little. Even Michael glanced up, frowning at Gard.
"No?" I asked. "If that's not our biggest concern, what is?"
"The number of people who could have pieced it together from disparate facts," Gard replied. "Contractors had to be paid. Materials had to be purchased. Architects had to be hired. Any of a dozen different things could have indicated that Marcone was building something, and piqued someone's curiosity enough to dig deeper."
I grunted. "At which point he could probably find out a lot by talking to the architects or builders."
"Exactly. In this instance he was unusually lax in his standard caution when it came to matters of security. I urged him to take conventional measures, but he refused."
"Conventional measures," I said. "You're talking about killing everyone who worked on it."
"Secret pa.s.sages and secret sanctums are quite useless if they aren't secret secret," Gard replied.
"Maybe he didn't feel like killing a bunch of his employees to cover his own a.s.s."
Gard shrugged. "I'm not here to make moral judgments, Dresden. I'm an adviser. That was my advice."
I grunted. "So who would know? The builders. People handling books and paychecks."
"And anyone they talked to," Gard said.
"That makes the suspect pool a little larger than is useful," I said.
"Indeed it does."
"Stop," I said. "Occam time."
Gard gave me a blank stare. Maybe she'd never heard of MC Hammer.
"Occam?" she asked.
Small Favor Part 21
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