I wanted in person."
"Okay," she said. Charlie hugged his sister, Cassandra, and Lily, then went to the bedroom and gestured for Minty Fresh to follow him.
"Minty, I'm going into the Underworld after the Morrigan - after Rachel's soul, all the souls. It's time."
The big man nodded, gravely. "I'm right there with you."
"No, you're not. I need you to stay here and watch over Audrey and Sophie and the others. There are cops outside, but I think their disbelief might make them hesitate if the Morrigan come. You won't do that."
Minty shook his head. "What chance do you have down there alone? Let me come with you. We'll fight this thing together."
"I don't think so," Charlie said. "I'm blessed or something. The prophecy says, 'The Luminatus will rise and do battle with the Forces of Darkness in the City of Two Bridges.' It doesn't say, the Luminatus and his trusty sidekick, Minty Fresh."
"I am not a sidekick."
"That's what I'm saying," said Charlie, who wasn't saying that at all. "I'm saying that I have some sort of protection, but you probably don't. And if I don't come back, you'll need to carry on as a Death Merchant in the City - maybe get the scales tipped back for our side."
Minty Fresh nodded, lowering his gaze to the floor. "You'll take my Desert Eagles, then, for luck?" He looked up and was grinning.
"I'll take one of them," Charlie said.
Minty Fresh slipped out of his shoulder-holster rig and adjusted the straps until they fit Charlie, then helped him into the harness.
"There are two extra clips in here, under your right arm," Minty said. "I hope you don't have to fire it that many times down there or you will be one deaf motherfucker."
"Thanks," Charlie said.
Minty helped him get his tweed jacket on over the shoulder holster.
"You know, you might be heavily armed, but you still look like an English professor - don't you have some clothes more appropriate for fighting?"
"James Bond always wears a tux," Charlie said.
"Yeah, I understand the line between reality and fiction seems a little blurred here lately - "
"I'm kidding," Charlie said. "There are some motocross leathers and pads in the shop that will fit me if I can find them."
"Good." Minty patted Charlie's shoulders, like he was trying to make them bigger. "You see that bitch with the poison claws, you light her up for me, okay?"
"I'll buss a cap in da hoe's ass," Charlie said.
"Don't do that."
"Sorry."
The hardest part came a few minutes later.
"Honey, Daddy has to go do something."
"Are you going to get Mommy?"
Charlie was crouched in front of his daughter, and he nearly rolled over backward at the question. She hadn't mentioned her mommy a dozen times in the last two years.
"Why would you say that, honey?"
"I don't know. I was thinking about her."
"Well, you know that she loved you very much."
"Yeah."
"And you know that no matter what, I love you very much."
"Yeah, you said that yesterday."
"And I meant it yesterday. But this time, I really do have to go. I have to fight some bad guys, and I might not win."
Sophie's lower lip pushed out like a big wet shelf.
Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, Charlie chanted in his head. I can't handle it if you cry.
"Don't cry, honey. Everything will be okay."
"Nooooooooooo," Sophie wailed. "I want to go with you. I want to go with you. Don't go, Daddy, I want to go with you."
Charlie held her and looked across the room to his sister, pleading. She came and took Sophie from his arms. "Noooooo. I want to go with you."
"You can't go with me, honey." And Charlie ducked out of the apartment before his heart broke again.
Audrey was waiting in the hall with fifty-three squirrel people. "I'm driving you to the entrance," she said. "Don't argue."
"No," Charlie said. "I'm not losing you after just finding you. You stay here."
"You creep! What gives you the right to be that way. I just found you, too."
"Yeah, but I'm not much of a find."
"You're an ass," she said, and she walked into his arms and kissed him. After a long time, Charlie looked around. The squirrel people were all looking up at them.
"What are they doing here?"
"They're going with you."
"No. It's too risky."
"Then it's too risky for you, too. You don't even know what could be down there - this thing that broke into your store wasn't one of the Morrigan."
"I'm not going to be afraid, Audrey. There might be a hundred different demons,