"What if someone gets hurt while you"re scheming?" she asked. "Those encounters people were having last night are getting attention. No one"s been hurt so far, but that could change. I"m not prepared to tolerate that."
"Those were something else," I said tiredly. "Something I don"t think will be a threat to the public." I told her about Summer"s. .h.i.tters.
She drank the rest of her beer in a single tip, then sighed. "Nothing"s ever simple with you."
I shrugged modestly.
"Here"s the problem, Harry," she said quietly. "Last time these maniacs were around, there were bodies. And there were reports. Several witnesses gave a fairly good description of you."
"And nothing came of it," I said.
"Nothing came of it because I was in charge of the investigation," Murphy corrected me, her tone slightly sharpening. "The case was never closed. And if similar events bring it up again, there"s no way I can protect you."
"Stallings wouldn"t...?"
"John would probably try," Murphy said. "But Rudolph"s been ladder climbing over in Internal Affairs, and if he gets an opening he"ll start screaming about it and the case will get kicked up the line and out of SI"s control."
I frowned at that, turning my bottle around slowly in my fingers. "Well," I said, "that could complicate things."
Murphy rolled her eyes. "You think? Dammit, Harry. A long time ago I agreed with you that there were some things that it was better the department didn"t get involved in. I promised not to go blowing whistles and raising alarms every time things got spooky." She leaned forward slightly, her eyes intent. "But I"m a cop, Harry. Before everything else. My job is to defend and protect the people of this city."
"And what do you think I"m doing?"
"The best you know how," she said without heat. "I know your heart is in the right place. But you can be as sincere as h.e.l.l and still be wrong wrong." She paused to let that sink in. "And if you"re wrong it could cost lives. Lives I"m sworn to protect."
I said nothing.
"You asked me to respect your limits and I have," she said quietly. "I expect you to return the favor. If for one second I think that letting you handle this is going to cost innocent lives, I"m not going to stand quietly in the wings. I"m going in and bringing everything I can get my hands on with me. And if I do that, I expect your complete support."
"And you"re the one who gets to decide when that is?" I demanded.
She faced me without flinching, not a millimeter. "Apparently."
I leaned back in my seat and sipped beer with my eyes closed.
Murphy didn"t know everything that was at stake here. More than anyone else on the force, sure, but she was operating under only partial knowledge. If she made the wrong call, she could really screw things up beyond all ability to conceive.
She"d probably had that same exact thought about me, me, and on more than one occasion. and on more than one occasion.
I"d asked Murphy for a lot when I"d asked her to trust me.
How could I not not return the favor and still call myself her friend? return the favor and still call myself her friend?
Simple.
I couldn"t.
h.e.l.l, if she decided to go in, she"d do it with or without me. In that circ.u.mstance my presence could mean the difference between a b.l.o.o.d.y victory and a disaster, and...
And I suddenly felt a lot more empathy for Michael"s confusion.
I opened my eyes again and said quietly, "You decide to bring CPD in, you"ll have my cooperation. But you"ve got to believe me: This isn"t the time for that kind of solution."
She ran her thumb over a scar in the wooden table. "What if that building had been full of people, Harry? Families. These Denarians could have killed hundreds."
"Give me time," I said.
She put her hands on the table"s edge and rose, facing me with those same neutral eyes again. As she started to speak I got a twisty feeling in the pit of my stomach. "I wish I could," she said, "but-"
The door to the pub slammed open hard enough to strain its hinges and leave marks against the old wooden wall.
A...thing...came through the door. It was hard for me to tell what it was at first. Imagine a big man trying to squeeze into a doghouse. He has to crouch down and go in sideways, one shoulder at a time, moving very carefully to avoid harming himself on the door frame. That"s what this huge, grey-furred thing looked like. But with horns and cloven hooves.
The enormous gruff-several feet taller than any ogre or troll I"d ever seen-squeezed all the way through the door and then rose to a crouch. His head, shoulders, and the top part of his back pressed against the ceiling. Hunched awkwardly, he slowly scanned the room, his golden eyes gleaming around their rectangular pupils. Each knuckle of his closed fists was the size of a freaking cantaloupe, and a heavy, pungent animal scent filled the air.
Thanks to the snow, the pub wasn"t crowded-just a few regulars, plus Murphy and me. But even so, this wasn"t something you saw every day, and the room went totally still.
The gruff "s gaze settled on me.
Then he duckwalked toward my table. Mac raced for the switch that turned off the fans, but the first couple of spinning blades the gruff pa.s.sed struck sharply against his curling horns-and shattered. He did not so much as blink. He stopped beside my table and surveyed Murphy, then turned his huge, heavy gaze to me.
"Wizard," he rumbled in a voice so deep that I could feel feel it better than I could hear it. "I have come hence to speak to thee about mine younger brothers." The gruff "s huge eyes narrowed, and its knuckles creaked like shipping hawsers as its fists tightened. "And the harms thou hast wrought upon them." it better than I could hear it. "I have come hence to speak to thee about mine younger brothers." The gruff "s huge eyes narrowed, and its knuckles creaked like shipping hawsers as its fists tightened. "And the harms thou hast wrought upon them."
Chapter Seventeen.
I picked up my staff and rose to face the enormous gruff. picked up my staff and rose to face the enormous gruff.
Murphy watched me with very, very wide eyes.
"This is neutral ground," I said quietly.
"Aye," the gruff agreed. "The Accords alone keep thy neck unbroken, thy skull uncracked."
"Or your enormous a.s.s uncooked," I replied, staring up and setting my jaw. "Don"t start thinking it would be easy, Tiny."
"Mayhap, and mayhap not," the gruff rumbled. ""Tis a question answered only by the field."
I breathed as shallowly as I could. The huge gruff didn"t smell bad bad, precisely-but he sure as h.e.l.l smelled a lot lot. "Speak."
"We find ourselves at odds, friend of Winter," the gruff rumbled.
"Friend of Summer, too," I said. "They gave me jewelry and everything."
"Aye," the huge gruff said. "You have done good service to my Court, if not to my Queen. I am surprised, then, at your use of the bane "pon two of my younger kin."
"The bane?" Murphy said quietly.
"Iron," I clarified. I turned back to the gruff. "They were trying to kill me. I wanted to survive."
"No friend of either Court would so employ the bane, wizard," the gruff growled. "Did you not know this? It is more than a mere weapon, and the pain it causes more than simple discomfort. It is a poison, body and spirit, that you have used "pon us."
I glared at the big idiot. "They were trying to kill kill me," I repeated, only more slowly, you know, so it would be all insulting. "I wanted to survive." me," I repeated, only more slowly, you know, so it would be all insulting. "I wanted to survive."
The gruff narrowed its eyes. "Then you intend to continue as you have begun?"
"I intend to survive," I replied. "I didn"t ask for this fight. I didn"t begin it."
"Thou"rt fated to die in any case, mortal, soon or late. Why not face it with honor and make thy pa.s.sing more peaceful thereby?"
"Peaceful?" I asked, barely containing a laugh. "If I go down fighting, Tiny, I plan for it to be about as unpeaceful as things get get." I jabbed a finger at him. "I"ve got nothing against you and your brothers, Tiny, except that you keep trying to freaking kill kill me. Back off, and it won"t have to get any uglier than it already has." me. Back off, and it won"t have to get any uglier than it already has."
The gruff growled. It sounded like a dump truck grinding its gears. "That I will not do. I will serve my Queen."
"Then don"t expect anything but more of the same from me," I replied.
"You would behave this way in the service of Winter Winter?" the gruff demanded, incredulous. "You, who struck the heart of Arctis Tor? What hold has the Dark Queen "pon you, mortal?"
"Sorry, Tiny, but you aren"t nearly as special as you think you are. This is pretty much the way I behave every time someone tries to whack me." I gestured at him with my staff. "So if you came here to try to talk me into lying down and dying, you can leave the way you came in. And if you"re the one coming after me next, you"d better have more brains than your brothers did, or I"m going to leave you as a great big pile of cold cuts and spare ribs."
The gruff growled again and gave me a stiff nod. "Then come out. And let us settle this."
Uh. Uh-oh.
Showing bravado to the bad guys-or the not-so-bad guys, as the case may be-is a given, a part of the territory. But I"d never taken on anything with the sheer ma.s.s of Tiny the gruff, and I really didn"t think I"d care to try my hand against him without one h.e.l.l of a lot of preparation first. I also had to remember that big didn"t necessarily equal stupid, not given the circles he apparently moved in.
In fact, most of the higher reaches of the Summer Court knew a formidable amount of countermagic. If Tiny here had half the ability I"d seen demonstrated in the past, I would be in real trouble in a straight fight. All he had to do was stand outside and wait. Mac"s place had only the one door.
Worse, Thomas and Molly were waiting outside in Thomas"s barge, and they would be sure to join in. I wasn"t sure what could happen at that point. Leaving totally aside the fact that we"d be brawling in the middle of Chicago in broad daylight, I had to think that the gruff might have backup waiting nearby to intervene if anyone outside the business of the Courts of Winter and Summer tried to interfere. Molly was of limited capability in a fight, and Thomas tended to believe that the best way to approach any given combat was with a maximum of power, speed, and aggressive ferocity.
Things could get really messy, really fast.
I was trying to think of a way of getting out of this without getting anyone killed when Murphy put her gun on the table and said in a very clear, loud, challenging tone, "I don"t think so."
The gruff turned to stare at her in surprise.
So did Mac.
So did everyone else there.
Heck, so did I.
Murphy stood straight up and turned to face the enormous gruff with her feet spread. "I will not let this challenge to my authority pa.s.s."
The gruff tilted its head to one side. Its horns dug furrows in the wooden ceiling.
Mac winced.
"Lady?" it rumbled.
"Do you know who I am?" Murphy asked.
"A lady knight, a shield bearer of this mortal demesne," the gruff replied. "An...officer of the law, or so I believe it is called."
"That"s right," she said calmly.
"I make no challenge to your authority, Dame..."
"Murphy," she said.
"Dame Murphy," rumbled the gruff.
"But you do," Murphy said. "You have threatened one I am sworn to protect."
The gruff blinked-a considerable gesture on his scale-and glanced at me. "This wizard?"
"Yes," Murphy said. "He is a citizen of Chicago, and I am sworn to protect and defend him against those who would harm him."
"Dame Murphy," the gruff said stiffly, "this matter is not one of mortal concern."
"The h.e.l.l it isn"t," Murphy said. "This man lives in Chicago. He pays taxes to the city. He is beholden to its laws." She glanced aside at me, and her mouth quirked wryly. "If he is to suffer the headaches of citizenry, as he must, then it is fair and lawful that he should enjoy the protections offered to every citizen. He is therefore under my protection, and any quarrel you have with him, you also have with me."
The gruff stared at her for a moment, eyes narrowed in thought. "Art thou quite certain of thy position, Dame Murphy?"
"Quite certain," she replied.
"Even knowing that the duty solemnly charged unto me and my kin might require us to kill thee?"
"Master Gruff," Murphy replied, laying a hand on her gun for the first time, "consider for a moment what a steel-jacketed round would feel like as it entered your flesh."
The gruff flicked its ears in surprise. A number of napkins were blown from the surface of a nearby table. "Thou wouldst aim such weapons of the bane at a lawful champion of the Seelie Court?"
"In your case, Master Gruff," Murphy said, "I would hardly need need to aim." Then she picked up the gun and aimed it at the gruff "s eyes. to aim." Then she picked up the gun and aimed it at the gruff "s eyes.
I started to panic. Then I saw where I thought Murph was going with this one, and I had to work to keep myself from letting out a cheer.
The gruff "s knuckles popped again. "This," it growled, "is neutral ground."
"Chicago," she replied, "has never signed any Accords. I will fulfill my duty."
"Attack me here," the gruff said, "and I will crush you."
"Crush me here," Murphy said, "and you will have broken the Accords while acting on behalf of your Queen. Was that your intention in coming here?"