eye on the morgues, then.”
I broke the circle with a swipe of my hand and rose from my knees.
“Can I ask you something?” Murphy said.
“Sure.”
“Why don’t you ever use pentagrams? All I ever see you draw is circles.”
I shrugged. “PR mostly. Run around making lots of five-pointed stars in this country and people start screaming about Satan. Including the satanists. I’ve got enough problems. If I need a pentagram, I usually just imagine it.”
“You can do that?”
“Magic’s in your head, mostly. Building an image in your mind and holding it there. Theoretically you could do everything without any chalk or symbols or anything else.”
“Then why don’t you?”
“Because it’s a pointlessly difficult effort for identical results.” I squinted up at the still-falling snow. “You’re a cop. I need a doughnut.”
She snorted as we left the alley. “Stereotype much, Dresden?”
“Cops do a lot of running around in their cars, and they don’t always get to control their hours, Murph. Lots of times they can’t leave a crime scene to hit a drive-through. So they need food that can sit in a car for hours and hours without tasting foul or giving them food poisoning. Doughnuts are good for that.”
“So are granola bars.”
“Is Rawlins a masochist, too?”
Murphy casually bumped her shoulder against my arm when I was between steps, making me wobble, and I grinned. We emerged onto the mostly empty street. The firemen had been wrapping up their job when I arrived, and every truck but one had departed. Once the flames were out the show was over, and there were no rubberneckers anymore. Only a few cops were in sight, most of them in their cars.
“So what happened to your face?” Murphy asked.
I told her.
She concealed a smile. “‘The Three Billy Goats Gruff ‘?”
“Hey. They’re tough, all right? They kill trolls.”
“I saw you do that once. How hard could it be?”
I found myself grinning. “I had a little help.”
Murphy matched my smile. “One more short joke and I’m taking a kneecap.”
“Murphy,” I chided, “petty violence is beneath you. Which is saying something.”
“Keep it up, wise guy. I’m always going to be taller than you once you’re lying unconscious on the ground.”
“You’re right. That was a low blow. I’ll try to rise above it.”
She showed me a clenched fist. “Pow, Dresden. Right to the moon.”
We reached Murphy’s car. Rawlins was in the passenger seat, pretending to snore. He wasn’t the sort to just fall asleep.
“So, Summer made a run at you,” Murphy said. “You think the attack on Marcone’s building is connected with that?”
“I lost my faith in coincidence,” I said.
“Get in,” she said. “I’ll give you a ride home.”
I shook my head. “There might be something I can do here, but I need to be alone. And I need a doughnut.”
Murphy arched a delicate dark-gold eyebrow. “Ooooooo-kay.”
“Get your mind out of the gutter and give me the damned doughnut.”
Murphy shook her head and got in her car. She tossed me a sack from Dunkin’ Donuts that was sitting on Rawlins’s side of the dashboard.
“Hey!” Rawlins protested without opening his eyes.
“For a good cause,” I told him, nodding my thanks to Murphy. “Call you when I know something.”
She frowned at my nose. “You sure you want to be alone?”
I winked one of my blackened eyes at her. “Some things a wizard has to do for himself,” I said.
Rawlins swallowed a titter.
I get no respect.
They drove off and left me in the silently falling snow in the still hours before dawn. There were still a couple of fire crews and uniform cops there, the latter blocking off the street, though the former weren’t actively firefighting. The building was out, and coated in a layer of ice—but I guess there always could have been something hidden in the walls and ready to pop out again. I overheard one of them telling another that the road crew that was supposed to clean the rubble out of the street was helping a city plow truck stuck in the snow, and would be there when they could.
I trudged to about a block away, found an alley not choked, and went in with my doughnut. I debated for a moment what approach I would take. My relationship with this particular source had changed over the years, after all. Reason indicated that sticking with longstanding procedure was my best bet. Instinct told me that reason had disappointed me more than once, and that it wasn’t thinking in the long term anyway.
Over the years, my instincts and I have gotten