"Malivaso," I whispered, and pushed my hand out at the square shape, like a grade-school girl throwing a baseball wrong handed. The power I"d gathered, though it felt like it was about to split me at the seams, rushed out in an almost impotent little hiccup of magic and swirled drunkenly toward the security camera. I whispered, and pushed my hand out at the square shape, like a grade-school girl throwing a baseball wrong handed. The power I"d gathered, though it felt like it was about to split me at the seams, rushed out in an almost impotent little hiccup of magic and swirled drunkenly toward the security camera.
For a long minute, nothing happened. And then there was a flash of light, and a tiny shower of sparks from the rear of the box. Smoke drizzled up from the camera in a quavering plume, and I felt a small surge of triumph. At least I had something something left in me, even if it was aneurism-causing labor to perform the mildest of tasks. left in me, even if it was aneurism-causing labor to perform the mildest of tasks.
"All right then," I said a second later, my voice somewhat thready. "Let"s go."
We looked around and made sure no cars were about, and then Tera, the Alphas, and I rushed across the road, through some decorative, leafy bushes, to the high stone wall. Tera laced her fingers together to form a stirrup. I put my good foot into it, and pushed up hard. She heaved me up, and half threw me over the wall. I caught myself at the top, saw a car"s headlights coming, and swiftly rolled down the other side, falling heavily to damp, muddy earth.
It was dark. It was really dark. I was crouched at the base of the wall, underneath a spreading canopy of bare tree branches and stubborn sycamore leaves. Moonlight filtered through in random places, but it only served to make the dark spots all the more gloomy. My own black leather duster was utterly invisible, and I remembered reading somewhere that the gleam of my eyes and teeth would be the most likely to give me away-but since I didn"t feel like sitting in the dark with my eyes closed, I didn"t. Instead, I crouched and got my confiscated gun ready in one pocket, and took my ace in the hole out of the other, getting that ready as well.
I shivered, and worked hard to remind myself not to be afraid. Then I waited in the darkness for my allies. And waited. And waited. Time pa.s.sed, and I knew that a minute would feel like an hour, so I began counting, one number for every deliberate breath.
The wind blew through the trees, brisk and cool. Leaves rustled, and droplets of rainwater fell from the trees around me, making little pattering sounds as they struck my new coat. They clung to the leather in tight beads and caught pieces of moonlight in them, brilliant against the black. The smell of rich earth and damp stone rose up with the wind, and for a moment it did almost feel as though I was in a forest rather than on a crime lord"s private estate in the north end of Chicago. I took deep breaths, a little comforted by the illusion, and kept on counting.
And waited.
Nothing happened. No wolves, no sounds.
Nothing.
It wasn"t until I got to one hundred that I started to get really nervous, my stomach beginning a slow twist that made weak sensations lace out through my arms and legs like slivers of ice. Where was Tera? Where were the Alphas? It shouldn"t have taken them nearly so long to get inside the wall and then to cover the distance back to me. Though the estate was huge, the distance surely meant little to the flashing speed of a wolf.
The evening had obviously been moving along entirely too smoothly, I thought.
Something had gone wrong. I was alone.
Chapter Twenty-nine Twenty-nine Alone.
It"s one of those small words that means entirely too much. Like fear. Or trust. I"m used to working alone. It goes with the territory. Wizards of my level of skill and strength (well, my usual levels) are few and far between-maybe no more than two dozen in the United States, with a slightly higher concentration of them in Europe, Africa, and Asia. But there is a difference between working alone and finding yourself facing a hatful of foes, on a cold night, while wounded, and in the dark, and practically helpless. It took me about ten seconds to become acutely aware of that difference.
Fear settled in comfortably. Fear was something I was used to. I was able to think past it, to focus on my predicament. Yay for me. My body reacted the same old way, keying up for fight or flight, while I forced my breathing to stay even.
The smart thing to do would be to run, to turn around and go back to the van and to have Susan drive me the h.e.l.l away. Granted, I probably couldn"t even climb the wall on my own, but I could have tried.
But I was already committed. I was here to do battle with the forces of evil, such as they were. I had dropped the challenge to them, not the other way around. Besides, if Tera and the kids were in trouble, I was the only one who could help them.
I climbed to my feet, getting out the gun, and moved forward through the woods, in a direction that seemed perpendicular to the line of the stone wall behind me. The woods were thick, sycamores and poplars giving way to evergreens with scratchy, low branches. I slipped through them as best I could, moving as quietly as I could manage. I didn"t think I made more noise than the wind did, as it rattled the branches and the fallen leaves, and stirred more droplets of water to fall. In time, maybe three or four minutes, I came to the edge of the woods, and looked out on to Gentleman Johnny Marcone"s estate.
It was magnificent, something out of a home-and-garden magazine. You could have put a small golf course in Marcone"s backyard. A long ways off, at the front of the property, Marcone"s huge white house stood serene and flawless, artistically illuminated by dozens of lights, with a veranda or patio larger than a dance floor plotted out at its rear. Behind it, three enormous square plots, side-by-side, contained lit and lovely gardens, terraced down a gently sloping hill toward me. At the hill"s base was a pretty little vale, and there lay a small pond, which I realized after a moment was an enormous, concrete-lined swimming pool, lit from beneath the surface. The pool was irregularly shaped, and one corner of the pool stirred, near the surface. Steam lay thick over the water.
Standing stately sentinel toward the center of the vale was a ring of evergreens, thick and stocky trees that concealed whatever was at their center. Two rounded hillocks decorated the left side of the vale"s landscape, one of them surmounted by what looked like a replica of a small, ruined shrine or temple, all cracked marble and fallen columns.
The whole place was well lit, both by silver moonlight and by lighting placed at strategic intervals. The lawn was immaculate, and trees dotted the grounds in the sort of careless perfection that only an army of expensive gardeners could have maintained.
And they say that crime doesn"t pay.
I took a position behind a screen of trees and brush and looked around the grounds with careful, stealthy caution. I didn"t have long to wait.
There was a rush of motion from beneath one of the trees on the far side of the estate, and a swift form, a dark-furred wolf, Billy, I thought, flew from beneath one tree and toward a patch of dark shadow on the gra.s.s, not twenty feet from me. I tensed, and started to rise from my hiding place in the brush, to call out to the wolf as he ran.
A bright red dot of light appeared against the wolf"s fur. There was a hollow sound, something I could barely hear, like a politely covered cough. I saw the wolf jerk as a flash of blue feathered against its fur, and then the beast tumbled into a roll and fell to the ground. It struggled for a moment, back to its feet, and reached for the dart in its flanks with its jaws. Its balance wavered, and the wolf staggered to one side and fell. I could see its chest heaving, and one of its rear legs twitched spasmodically. I thought I saw the beast"s eyes, Billy"s eyes, focus on me for a moment, and then they glazed over and went vacant.
"Nice shot," called a deep, tense voice. In the ring of evergreens, there was motion, and then Denton appeared, walking out across the gra.s.s toward the fallen wolf. His dark, short hair was still immaculately rigid. I couldn"t see the veins in his forehead, despite the bright light. It was a subtle change in him, one of several. His tie was loose. His jacket was unb.u.t.toned. He moved with less steel in his backbone, more fire in his belly. There was an animal quality to him, a surety and savagery of purpose that had been uncertain before, and what it meant was a lot more significant than the changes that showed on his exterior.
His restraint was gone. Whatever last remnants of doubt or regret that had enabled him to maintain his own self-control, and some measure of control over the other Hexenwulfen, Hexenwulfen, had vanished with the blood frenzy in the Full Moon Garage. It was in every line of him now, in each step and every flicker of his eyes. had vanished with the blood frenzy in the Full Moon Garage. It was in every line of him now, in each step and every flicker of his eyes.
The man had become a predator.
From the evergreens behind him appeared the rest of the Hexenwulfen: Hexenwulfen: Benn, now dressed only in a white dress shirt and a grey business skirt, her legs dark and rippling with muscle in the moonlight; Harris, his ears still sticking out, his freckles dark spots against pale skin, his manner restless and hungry; and Wilson, still in his wrinkled suit, but with the shirt unb.u.t.toned, his potbelly overlapping the belt of dark fur around his waist. He stroked and patted it with his fat fingers. His mouth was set in an odd, dangerous grin. Benn, now dressed only in a white dress shirt and a grey business skirt, her legs dark and rippling with muscle in the moonlight; Harris, his ears still sticking out, his freckles dark spots against pale skin, his manner restless and hungry; and Wilson, still in his wrinkled suit, but with the shirt unb.u.t.toned, his potbelly overlapping the belt of dark fur around his waist. He stroked and patted it with his fat fingers. His mouth was set in an odd, dangerous grin.
Denton moved across the gra.s.s to the fallen wolf, and nudged it with his toe. "Six," he said. "Did you count six?"
"Six," Benn confirmed, her voice throaty. "Can we have them now?" She reached Denton"s side and pressed up against him, lifting one leg to rub against his, baring it to the top of her thigh as she did.
"Not yet," Denton said. He looked around him thoughtfully, and my gaze followed his. Scattered around a circle of perhaps fifty-yards diameter were several dark lumps I had taken to be indentations in the ground, shadows cast by the moon and the grounds lighting. I looked again and saw, with a surge of fearful understanding, that they weren"t indentations. They were the wolves, my allies. The dark patch Billy had been running for gave a little whimper, and I thought I saw the moon glint off of Georgia"s tawny coat. I looked around and counted the fallen.
Six. I couldn"t tell them apart very well, couldn"t tell which of them, if any, was Tera, but I counted six fallen wolves upon the ground. All of them, I thought, with a panicked rush of fear. All of them had been taken.
"Come on, on," Harris said, his voice tight, strained. "f.u.c.k MacFinn, he isn"t showing up. Let"s take them out, all of them, and go find Dresden."
"We"ll get to your belt soon enough, kid," Wilson snorted, his fingers stroking at the fur belt over his belly. "If you hadn"t been so stupid as to lose it-"
Harris snarled, and Denton shook Benn from his side to get between the other two men. "Shut up. Now. We don"t have time for this. Harris, we"ll go after the wizard as soon as we can.
Wilson, keep your fat mouth shut, if you like your tongue where it is. And both of you back off." The men made low, growling noises, but they took steps away from one another.
I licked my lips. I was shaking. The gun felt heavy in my hand. There were only the four of them, I thought. They weren"t more than thirty feet away. I could start shooting right now. If I got lucky, I could down them all. They were werewolves, but they weren"t invincible.
I slipped the safety off of the pistol, and drew in a steadying breath. It was a d.a.m.n fool thing to do, and I knew it. Life is not the movies. It wasn"t likely that I would be able to shoot them all before they could draw and shoot back. But I didn"t have much choice.
Denton turned toward the first hillock, with its artfully ruined temple, and waved. "All right," he called. "That"s all of them."
A pair of shapes appeared in the lights that shone on the temple, and then came down the hill toward Denton and the Hexenwulfen Hexenwulfen. Marcone was dressed in a flannel shirt, jeans, and a hunter"s vest, and he bore a gleaming rifle, an enormous scope mounted on it, in one hand. Hendricks, hulking beside him in muscle-bound silence, was dressed in what looked like black military fatigues, bearing the gun I"d seen earlier, a knife, and various other gear. Hendricks"s eyes flickered over Denton and his a.s.sociates warily.
I stared at Marcone in shock. It took me a moment to pick my jaw up off the ground and to piece together what was going on. Marcone didn"t know. He didn"t know that Denton and company were out to get him. They must have blamed the other killings on MacFinn and the Alphas.
So now Denton had Marcone and the Alphas there. Once MacFinn arrived, he would be able to kill everyone he wanted dead, everyone who knew what was going on, and be able to make up any story he d.a.m.ned well pleased. Everyone but me, that is. He did not, as yet, have his hands on me.
"These are all we saw on the monitors," Marcone corrected. "There was a malfunction in camera six, at the rear line of the property. Mr. Dresden and such malfunctions tend to go hand in hand."
Dammit.
"Are you sure the wizard isn"t one of them?" Denton demanded. "One of these wolves?"
"I think not," Marcone answered. "But I suppose anything is possible."
Denton scowled. "Then he"s not here."
"If he truly offered you a challenge, he"s here," Marcone said, his tone completely confident. "I"m certain of it."
"And he just watched his werewolf friends get shot down?" Denton asked.
"Wolves run faster than men," Marcone pointed out. "Possibly, he hasn"t caught up to them yet. He could even be watching us now."
"You"re giving him too much credit," Denton said. But I saw his eyes shift instinctively toward the blackness of the growth of woods. If I stood up, he would be looking right at me. I froze, holding my breath.
"Am I?" Marcone smiled, and leaned down to pluck the feathered dart from Billy"s furry flank. "The tranquilizers likely won"t hold these beasts for very long. Decisions need to be made, gentlemen. And if you are to hold to your end of the bargain, you had best get to work producing."
I don"t know if Marcone noticed Benn"s sudden tension, the way she slid her hands over her stomach, but I did. "Kill these dogs now," she said in a low, heated voice. "It prevents complications later in the evening."
Marcone tsked. "Shortsighted. Let MacFinn tear them to pieces when he arrives, and any medical examiner won"t bother to look for the tranquilizers. If one of you does it, it will create awkward questions once forensics takes a look at things. And I thought that was the point of you coming to me with this offer. Reducing questions."
Benn lifted her lips away from her teeth, and I saw the tips of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s stiffen beneath her white shirt. "I hate slimy sc.u.m like you, Marcone," she purred, sliding her hand from her thigh up over her hip and beneath the b.u.t.tons of her shirt. Marcone"s eyes narrowed on her, and as though connected to the crime lord by a telepathic leash, Hendricks made one simple motion, a shift of his forward arm, that chambered a round on the gun with a cold little click-clack click-clack.
Denton gave Marcone a sharp look and took hold of Benn"s wrist with his hand. The woman tensed for a second, resisting him, but then she allowed Denton to draw her hand away from the belt that was surely beneath her shirt. Denton released her, and Benn lowered her hands, visibly relaxing. Marcone and Hendricks never so much as blinked, or broke a sweat. Fragile situations like this one were evidently second nature to them.
I let out the breath I"d been holding for a long time. Six to one and ready for a fight. If I attacked them now, I didn"t have a prayer. If I tried to move, to fade back into the trees, they would be likely to notice me. d.a.m.n.
Denton glanced at the trees once more, and I held my breath again. "Don"t worry, Marcone," he said. "We"ll turn the wizard over to you, once we find him. No questions asked."
"That being the case," Marcone said, "I suggest you start looking, while I make preparations for Mr. MacFinn. Please remember that I want Dresden alive, if possible."
My throat constricted, and if I hadn"t been holding my breath, I think I would have let out a squeak. What in the world could John Marcone want with me, after the incident in the parking garage? Nothing good, certainly. Nothing I wanted to think about. d.a.m.n, d.a.m.n. This night was getting spookier all the time.
"Of course, Mr. Marcone," Denton said, his tone a little too polite. "Do you have any suggestions of where we should start looking?"
Marcone ignored the sarcasm, flicked a switch on the sight on his rifle, and pointed it negligently at the tree line. "Over there ought to do."
The red dot of the laser sight settled onto a leaf six inches to the left of my head, and the thready pulse of fear in my chest turned into an icy white streak of terror.
d.a.m.n, d.a.m.n, d.a.m.n.
Chapter Thirty If I ran, I would be seen and pursued, and likely torn apart. If I remained where I was hidden, I would be found and then then torn apart, or shot, or tranquilized and given to Johnny Marcone. A poor set of choices, but I wasn"t going to get any better ones by sitting on my a.s.s. So I got my feet underneath me and started easing back into the woods, the confiscated semiautomatic still in my hand. torn apart, or shot, or tranquilized and given to Johnny Marcone. A poor set of choices, but I wasn"t going to get any better ones by sitting on my a.s.s. So I got my feet underneath me and started easing back into the woods, the confiscated semiautomatic still in my hand.
"Hold it," Denton said. "Did you hear that?"
"What?" Benn asked. I could hear the sudden, eager tension in her voice, and I struggled not to make any more noise as I hurried my pace back into the shelter of the deeper trees.
"Quiet," Denton snarled, and I froze in place. Wind and rain were the only sounds for a few moments, in the chilly autumn night. "Over there," Denton said after a moment. "I think I heard it over that way."
"Could be a racc.o.o.n. Squirrel. Or a cat," Wilson suggested.
"Don"t be naive," came Marcone"s voice, laced with scorn. "It"s him him."
There was the immediate sound of a slide being worked on a handgun, a round being chambered into place. "Move forward," said Denton. "That way. Fan out and we"ll take him. Watch yourself. We don"t know all of what he can do. Don"t take any chances." His voice came closer as he spoke, and I nearly bolted. There was a chorus of a.s.senting sounds, and another couple of weapons being readied. Footsteps came toward me through the gra.s.s.
After that, I did bolt, just stood up and ran bent over as low as I could. There was a shout from behind me and a bark of a gun being fired. I pointed the semiautomatic above me, afraid to fire back at them for fear of hitting Tera or one of the Alphas by mistake, and pulled the trigger twice. The gunshots must have surprised them, because Denton and the others scattered for cover behind the nearest trees.
I ran deeper into the woods, marshaling my thoughts. I had gained a little time, but time to do what? Running would only put me up against a stone wall. I doubted I"d be able to climb it, with a b.u.m foot and a wounded shoulder. And I could only play the rabbit in the woods for so long before I was found.
Dammit, I thought. I thought. I"m no rabbit. I"m no rabbit.
It was about time the hunters became the hunted around here. I moved ahead, silent and intent now, and scanned around me, searching for the sort of place I would need. I found it almost at once, an inward-curving hollow at the base of a large tree, and slid into it, nestling into the wood"s embrace. I put my head down, hiding the paleness of my face and the gleam of the whites of my eyes. And Listened.
They came forward quietly, and without any lights flickering around at the edges of my vision. Maybe Denton and his cronies were getting used to the darkness. They were moving forward in a ragged line, twenty or thirty paces apart, and somehow keeping mostly parallel. They were all still on two feet, by the sound of the steps, thank my lucky stars. If they"d gone to wolf form they might have had me-of course, on two legs, they still had hands free to hold guns of their own. There are pros and cons to everything, I suppose.
I held my breath when footsteps approached me. They came within ten feet. Then five. I felt the brush stir when someone walked past no more than a foot away, making leaves brush up against me. They stopped, right there, and I heard a little, whuffling sound. Sniffing. I thought of the aroma of my brand-new leather jacket, and clenched my jaws down slightly, tension thrumming through me and making my legs shake.
About ten billion years went by. And then whoever it was began walking again, forward and past me. I would have let out a sigh of relief, if the most dangerous part of my plan wasn"t still to come.
I got up from my hiding place, stepped forward and jammed the barrel of the semiautomatic against the back of the neck of the person before me. It was Denton. His back arched and he sucked in a stunned breath.
"Quiet," I whispered. "Don"t move."
Denton hissed, but froze in place. "Dresden, I should kill you right now."
"Try it," I said, and thumbed back the hammer of the gun. "But after the loud noise, remember to keep going down the tunnel and toward the light."
Denton"s shoulders shifted a fraction and I said, "Don"t move your arms, at all. Reach for that belt and I"ll kill you before you"re halfway to furry, Denton. Drop the gun."
Denton moved his fingers enough to close the safety on his gun and let it fall. "Not bad, Dresden," he said. "But this isn"t going to do you any good. Put the gun down, and we can talk about this."
"Smooth, polite, nice delivery," I said. "They teach you that at the FBI?"
"Don"t make this any harder on yourself than it has to be, Dresden," Denton said, his voice toneless. "You can"t get out of this."
"They always say that," I said and used my free hand, though it made my shoulder twitch, to take him by the collar and hold him steady. "My arm"s feeling a little weak," I said. "Don"t do anything to make me slip."
I felt his body tense at my words. "What are you doing, Dresden?"
"You and me, we"re going to turn around," I said with a little shove of the gun against his neck to emphasize the point. "And then you"re going to order all of your people out of the trees and back into the light. They"ll each call to you from there, so that I know they"re in front of me, and then we"re going to go see them."
"What do you hope to accomplish here, Dresden?" Denton said.
I let go of his neck, pressed close, and reached around him to remove the wolf-pelt belt from around his middle. I saw his jaw-line shift as I took the belt away, but he remained still and quiet, his hands in the air. "I was just going to ask you the same thing, Denton," I said. "Now, call your buddies out of the trees."
Denton might have been a cool customer, maybe a treacherous sneak, maybe a murderer, but one thing he wasn"t was a fool. He called out to the other three agents, and told them to get out of the trees.
"Dent?" Wilson called. "Are you okay?"
"Just do it," Denton answered. "It will all be clear in a minute."
They did it. I heard them move out of the woods and call to him from the cut, level gra.s.s of Marcone"s estate. "Now," I said. "Walk. Don"t trip, because I swear to G.o.d I would rather blow your head off over a misunderstanding than get suckered by a trick and killed."
"Maybe you should put the safety on," Denton said. "Because if you kill me, you"ll never get out of here alive."