Grave Peril (The Dresden Files #3) - Jim Butcher Page 0,43
find whoever or whatever had created it.
Unless, Harry , I thought to myself, they find you first .
Chapter Fourteen
"No," I said into the phone. I tossed my coat onto a chair and then sprawled out on the couch. My apartment lay covered in shadows, sunlight filtering in through the sunken windows high up on the walls. "I haven't gotten the chance yet. I lost a couple of hours detouring to pull a spell off of Micky Malone, from S.I. Someone had wrapped barbed wire around his spirit."
"Mother of God," Michael said. "Is he all right?"
"Will be. But it's four hours of daylight lost." I filled him in on Mort Lindquist and his diaries, as well as the events at Detective Malone's house.
"There isn't much more time to find this Lydia, Harry," Michael agreed. "Sundown's in another six hours."
"I'm working on it. And after I get Bob out the door looking, I'll see if I can hit the streets myself. I got the Beetle back."
He sounded surprised. "It's not impounded?"
"Murphy fixed it for me."
"Harry," he said, disappointed. "She broke the law to get you your car back?"
"Darn tootin' she did," I said. "She owed me a favor. Hey man, the Almighty doesn't arrange for me to be anywhere on time. I need wheels."
Michael sighed. "There isn't time to debate this right now. I'll call you if I find herbut it doesn't look good."
"I just can't figure it. What would this thing have to do with that girl? We need to find her and work out the connection."
"Could Lydia be responsible for the recent disturbances?"
"I don't think so. That spell I ran into todayI've never seen anything like it. It was " I shivered, remembering. "It was wrong, Michael. Cold. It was"
"Evil?" he suggested.
"Maybe. Yeah."
"There is such a thing as evil, Harry, in spite of what many people say. Just remember that there's good, too."
I cleared my throat, uncomfortable. "Murphy put out the word to the folks in blueso if one of her friends on patrol sees a girl matching Lydia's description, we'll hear about it."
"Outstanding," Michael said. "You see, Harry? This detour of yours to help Detective Malone is going to help us a great deal. Isn't that a very positive coincidence?"
"Don't yadda yadda the Lord, Harry. It's disrespectful. God go with you." And he hung up.
I put my coat away, got out my nice, heavy flannel robe and slipped into it, then went over to the rug against the south wall. I dragged it away from the floor, and the hinged door there, then swung the door open. I fetched a kerosene lamp, lit it up and dialed the wick up to a bright flame, then got ready to descend the folding wooden ladder into the sub-basement.
The telephone rang again.
I debated ignoring it. It rang again, insistent. I sighed, closed the door, put the rug back in place, and got to the phone on the fifth ring.
"What?" I said, uncharitably.
"I have to hand it to you, Dresden," Susan said. "You certainly know how to charm a girl the morning after."
I let out a long breath. "Sorry, Susan. I've been working and it's not going so well. Lots of questions and no answers."
"Ouch," she said back. Someone said something to her in the background, and she murmured a response. "I don't want to add to your day, but do you remember the name of that guy you and Special Investigations took down a couple months ago? The ritual killer?"
"Oh, right. Him " I closed my eyes, and grubbed about in my memory. "Leo something. Cravat, Camner, Conner. Kraven the Hunter. I didn't really get his name. I tracked him down by the demon he was calling up and nailed him that way. Michael and I didn't hang around for the paperwork afterwards, either."
"Kravos?" Susan asked. "Leonid Kravos?"
"Yeah, that might have been it, I think."
"Great," she said. "Super. Thank you, Harry." Her voice sounded a little tense, excited.
"Uh. Do you mind telling me what's going on?" I asked her.
"It's an angle I'm working on," she said. "Look, all I've got right now are rumors. I'll try to tell you more as soon as I've got something concrete."
"Fair enough. I'm sort of focused on something else right now, anyway."
"Anything you need help with?"
"God, I hope not," I said. I shifted the phone a little closer to my ear. "Did you sleep all right, last night?"
"Maybe," she teased. "It's hard to get really relaxed, when I'm that