always did on me. “Karrin, don’t let him do anything stupid.”
Murphy nodded. “I’ll try. But you know how he is.” She picked up her coat and shrugged into it. “Where are we going?”
“Back to Gard,” I said. “The Carpenter place. I’m betting Marcone left her a sample of his hair to use to track him down, for just such an occasion as this.”
“But you said you couldn’t get through the, uh…the obscuring magic that the Nickelheads have.”
“Probably not. But if I know Marcone, he also collected samples of hair or blood from his people. To find them if they ever needed help or…”
Murphy grimaced. “If they rated early retirement.”
“I’m hoping Gard can give us an inside track on finding the leak, too,” I said.
Meanwhile, Molly hurried over to Thomas with her makeup kit and began modifying his face. Thomas’s face was about level with the chin of the illusion-me, if not a little lower, but I’d taught Molly the basics behind my illusion magic—such as it was. My skill with illusions was pretty basic, and it wouldn’t stand up to any serious examination. Molly was able to scrunch up her eyes and see past it.
Of course, you didn’t have to make the illusion utterly convincing if you could manage to keep people from having a good reason to take a hard look at it in the first place. The illusion doesn’t have to be fancy—it’s the misdirection behind it that really matters.
Molly had been caught in a Goth undertow of the youth culture, and it showed in her makeup. She had plenty of blues and purples and reds to darken Thomas’s eyes with, and the illusion of my face assumed an appearance fairly close to my own, sans the swollen nose.
“It’ll do,” I said. “Murph, you’re driving. Molly, if you don’t mind.”
My apprentice grinned as she hurriedly pulled on her coat. Then she stuck her tongue between her teeth, frowned fiercely, and waved her hand at me with a murmur. I felt the kid’s veil congeal about me like a thin layer of Jell-O, a wobbly and slippery sensation. The world went a little bit blurry, as if I were suddenly looking at everything through hazy green water, but Murphy’s face turned up into a grin.
“That’s very good,” she said. “I can’t see him at all.”
Molly’s face was set with concentration as she maintained the spell, but she glanced at Murphy and nodded her head in acknowledgment.
“Right,” I said. “Come on, Mouse.”
My dog hopped to his feet and trotted over eagerly, waving his tail.
Murphy looked in my general direction, and arched an eyebrow.
“If the gruffs don’t buy it, I want all the early warning I can get,” I told her.
She lowered her voice and murmured, “And maybe you’re a little nervous about going out without the coat and the staff?”
“Maybe,” I said.
It was only a half lie. Insulting nickname or not, coat and staff or not, the more I thought about what we were up against, the more worried I became.
I wasn’t nervous.
I was pretty much terrified.
Chapter Nineteen
It was dark by the time we got to Chez Carpenter, and we were beginning to slow down to turn into the driveway when Murphy said, “Someone’s tailing us.”
“Keep driving,” I snapped at once, from where I was crouched down in the back of Murphy’s Saturn. I felt like a groundhog trying to hide in a golf divot. “Go past the house.”
Murphy picked up speed again, accelerating very slowly and carefully on the snowbound streets.
I poked my head up just enough to peer into the night behind us. Mouse sat up with me and looked solemnly and carefully out the back window when I did. “The car with one headlight pointing a little to the left?” I asked.
“That’s the one. Spotted him about ten minutes ago. Can you see his plates?”
I squinted. “Not through this snow and with his lights in my eyes.”
Molly turned and knelt in the passenger seat, peering through the back window. “Who do you think it is?”
“Molly, sit down,” Murphy snapped. “We don’t want them to know that we’ve seen—”
The headlights of the car behind us grew brighter and began to sweep closer. “Murph, they saw her. Here they come.”
“I’m sorry!” Molly said. “I’m sorry!”
“Get your seat belts on,” Murphy barked.
Murphy began accelerating, but our pursuer closed the distance within a few seconds. The headlights grew brighter, and I could hear the roar of a big old throaty engine. I scrambled up to the backseat and clawed at the