Ghost Story (The Dresden Files #13) - Jim Butcher Page 0,154
shook her head a little. She looked tired still, but some of the strain I’d seen in her the night before seemed to have drained out of her. “Who are they?”
“Morty’s friends,” I said. I gestured at her. “You wore your party dress, I see.”
She smiled for a second, enough to show her dimples. Then it was gone. “Butters got in touch with me. He told me what was going on.”
I nodded. “Murphy?”
Molly looked away. “She’s on the way with whoever she can get.”
“Marcone’s guys?”
She shook her head. “Marcone is in Italy or something. Childs is in charge.”
“Let me guess. He’s just supposed to mind the store until the boss gets back, and he didn’t get chosen for his daring and ambition.”
Molly nodded. “Pretty much.”
I grimaced. “How’s your brother?”
“More stitches. More scars,” Molly said, looking away—but not in time to hide the flash of pure, murderous rage I saw in her eyes. “He’ll live.”
“The padre?”
“Stable. Unconscious. He was beaten badly.”
“What about Fitz and his gang?” I asked.
“With my father for now,” she said. “Mom makes battalion-sized meals already. Eight or ten more mouths isn’t bad. Just until there’s enough time to figure out what to do with them.”
I snorted quietly. “And Murph would just call in the kids’ location and tell the cops to round them up for that hit if they’d gone anywhere else. She wouldn’t do that to Michael.”
“I thought the same thing.”
“Your idea?”
Molly shrugged.
“Very good, grasshopper,” I said, smiling.
She smiled, but only with the corners of her eyes. “Thanks.”
I shook my head. Crap. It was easy to get distracted when talking about memories. The ghost thing must have been slowly congealing my brain. “Okay, chitchat’s over. Here’s the short version.”
I told her about the Big Hood hideout, the wards, and what the Corpsetaker was up to. As I spoke, Molly took a moment to open her Sight and take a quick glance at the wards. She shuddered and closed it again. “Are you sure we can’t just hammer through them?”
“If we studied the layout for a day or two, maybe,” I said. “We don’t have that kind of time.”
“What’s the plan, then?”
“Me and my army go in through the back door in the Nevernever,” I said. “Once I’m in, I’ll wreck those formulae and take down the wards. Team Murphy comes storming in like they do on TV. I need you to open the Way.”
Molly bit her lip and then nodded. “I can do that. Are you sure that when I do, the other side will be close enough?”
The Nevernever isn’t subject to normal geography. It attaches to the physical world by means of symbols and ideas. Open a Way in a happy place, and odds are you’ll get a happy place in the Nevernever. Open a Way in a bad place, and the spirit world near it will be the same flavor of bad. Sometimes Ways that opened only ten or twenty feet apart from each other go to radically different portions of the Nevernever. Molly was concerned that if a Way was opened anywhere but in the basement of the stronghold, it might lead to the spiritual version of Timbuktu, rather than where I wanted to go.
“There’s seriously bad juju infesting this whole area,” I said. “We’ll get as close as we can to the entrance. It should get me somewhere in the same neighborhood—and I’mpretty light on my feet these days.”
“Ha-ha,” Molly said, and thumped her cane gently on the ground. “I’m not. What if I can’t keep up?”
I pressed my lips together and tried to keep from wincing.
Her mouth tightened. “You don’t want me to go with you.”
“It isn’t about what I want,” I said. “They’ll need you on this side. If Murphy tries to go in before the wards are down, people are going to die. Horribly. You’re the only one who can tell when the wards fall. So you stay.”
Molly looked away again. She swallowed. Then she nodded. “Okay.”
I looked at her for a moment. She was clearly hurting in all kinds of ways. She was just as clearly in control of herself. She didn’t like the role I’d asked her to play, but she had accepted its necessity.
“You’re one hell of a woman, Molly,” I said. “Thank you.”
She flinched as if she’d just been shot. Her eyes widened as she jerked her head back to me, and her face went entirely bloodless. She stared at me for a moment. Her mouth started working soundlessly. Her eyes overflowed with tears. It