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.Er, plants, plants." Beeeeeep.I wondered what had caused Murphy to make a high-pitched noise and a big old Freudian slip.And I wondered what to read into the fact that she had left me a message instead of calling me at home.Probably nothing.She probably didn't want to wake me up or something.Yeah.She was probably only thinking of me.Beeeeep."Harry.Mike.The Beetle will be ready at noon."Beeeeep.God bless Mechanic Mike.If I heard a car complaining about its closed doors being open one more time, I would have to disintegrate something.Beeeeep."Oh," said a young woman's voice."Mister Dresden?It's Shiela Starr.We met at Bock Ordered Books last night?"There was the sound of her taking an unsteady breath."I wondered if I could ask for a few minutes of your time.There have been… I mean, I'm not completely certain but… I think something is wrong.Here at the store, I mean." She let out a snippet of laughter that was half anxiety and half weariness."Oh, hell, I probably sound crazy, but I would really like to speak to you about it.I'll be at the shop until noon.Or you can call my apartment." She gave me the number."I hope you can come by the store, though.I would really appreciate it." Beeeep.I found myself frowning.Shiela hadn't said it outright, but she had sounded pretty scared.That wasn't terribly surprising, given what she'd probably seen happening right outside Bock's shop the night before, but it made me feel uncomfortable to hear fear in her voice.Or maybe it's more correct to say that I'm not comfortable with fear in any woman's voice.It's not my fault.I know it's sexist and macho, and it's retrograde social evolution, but I hate it when bad things happen to women.Don't get me wrong; I hate bad things to happen to anyone—but when it's a woman that's in danger, I hate it with a reflexive, bone-deep, primal mindlessness that borders on insanity.Women are beautiful creatures, and dammit, I enjoy making sure that they're safe and treating them with old-fashioned manners and courtesy.It just seems right.I'd suffered for thinking that way more than once, but it still didn't change the way I felt.Shiela was a girl, and she was scared.Therefore, if I wanted to have any peace of mind, I was going to have to go talk to her.I checked the clock.Eleven.She was still at the store.I dialed one more number, and got an answering machine with no message, only a tone."This is Dresden," I told the machine."And we need to talk."Butters and Billy reappeared.I hung up the phone and asked them, "Well?""Numbers," said Billy."More specific?" I asked.Butters shook his head."It's hard to be any more specific than that.There was only one file on the jump drive, and it was empty.The only information on it was the file name, and it was just a number." He offered me a piece of white paper with a string of numerals printed on it in his spidery scrawl.I counted.There were sixteen of them."That's it."I took the paper and frowned at the numbers."That is spectacularly useless.""Yeah," Butters said quietly.I rubbed at the bridge of my nose."Okay.Let me think." I tried to prioritize.Grevane was out there looking for Butters.Maybe Marcone was looking for him too.Maybe the dead professor's two assistants to boot."Butters, we have to get you behind my wards again."He blinked at me."But why? I mean, they wanted me so that they could get to the information.I'm useless to them now.""You and I know that.They don't.""Oh.""Billy," I said, "could you please take Butters over to my place?""No problem," he said."What about you? Won't you need wheels?""The Beetle is ready.I'll take a cab.""I can drop you off," Billy offered."No.It's the opposite way from my apartment, and Butters needs to get there yesterday.Go around the block once or twice before you pull in.Make sure no one is watching the door."Billy smiled."I know the drill.""Don't try to open the door yourself, Butters.Knock and wait for Thomas to do it.""Right." Butters fretted at his lip a little."What are you going to be doing?""Detective stuff.I have places to go and people to see."And with a little luck, none of them would kill me.Chapter SixteenBilly's apartment was only a couple of blocks from Bock Ordered Books, and while I could have taken a couple of alleys to make the trip even shorter, I kept on the open streets, where there were plenty of people.I didn't see anyone following me, but if there was a good enough team on me—or if they were using veils to hide their presence, of course—I might miss them.I kept my staff in my right hand and made sure my shield bracelet was ready, in case anyone tried some kind of variant on the old drive-up assassination.I'd survived them before, but the classics never go out of style.I got to Bock's in one piece, and no one so much as glared at me.I felt sort of rejected, but comforted myself with the knowledge that there were at least half a dozen people in town who were sure to keep making my life dangerous.More if you counted Mavra, who technically wasn't a person.Bock didn't open the doors of his store until eleven, so when I went in I was probably the first one to show up for the day.I paused outside the door.Two of the store windows and the glass panel of the door were all gone, replaced by rough sheets of plywood.Bock had gotten off better than the boutique next door—all the glass was gone, doubtless shattered by one kind of flying debris or another during my conversation with Cowl and his sidekick.I went inside.Bock was at his place behind the counter, and looked tired.He glanced up at the sound of his door chimes.His expression became something closed and cautious when he saw me."Bock," I said."You here all night?""End-of-the-month inventory," he said, his voice careful and quiet."And repairing the windows.What do you need?"I looked around the inside of the store.Shiela appeared from behind one of the shelves at the back of the store, looking anxious.She saw me and exhaled a little, then gave me a quiet smile."Just here to talk," I told Bock, nodding toward Shiela.He glanced at her, then back at me, frowning."Dresden.There's something I need to say to you."I arched an eyebrow at him."What's wrong?""Look.I don't want to make you upset."I leaned on my staff."Bock, come on.You've known me ever since I came to town.If something's wrong, you aren't going to upset me by telling me about it."He folded his thick forearms over his paunch and said, "I don't want you coming into my store anymore."I leaned on my staff a little more."Oh.""You're a decent enough man.You've never jumped down my throat like the other folks from the Council.You've helped people around here." He took a deep breath and made a vague gesture toward the plywood patches on his shop."But you're trouble.It follows you around."Which was true enough.I didn't say anything."Not everyone can drop a car on someone who attacks them,"Bock went on."I've got a family.My oldest is in college.I can't afford to have the place wrecked."I nodded.I could understand Bock's position.It's terrifying to feel helpless in the face of a greater power—more so than it is painful to be told you aren't wanted somewhere."Look.If you need anything, give me a call.I'll order it or pull it off the shelves for you.Will or Georgia can come pick it up.But…""Okay," I said.My throat felt a little tight.Bock's face got red.He looked away from me, at the ruined door."I'm sorry.""Don't be," I said."I understand.I'm sorry about your shop."He nodded."I'm just here for a minute.After that I'll go.""Right," he said.I walked down the aisles back to Shiela, and nodded to her."I got your message."Shiela was wearing the same clothes as the night before, only more rumpled [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]