eat. And a panic with more people means even more people get hurt.”
Murphy’s pale golden brows knitted into a frown. “So, what options can you give me?”
“There’s no guarantee, but I think we’ll have until nightfall.”
“Why?”
“Because it will be stronger after dark.”
Murphy frowned. “You think that’s why Pell survived his attack,” she murmured. “It was still daylight.”
“Got it in one,” I said. “Assuming we have until sundown, it gives us a little time to work.”
“Doing what?”
“Setting up some wards,” I said.
“Like at your place?”
I shook my head. “Nothing that complex. There’s no time. I can’t build a moat around this place, but I think I can throw together a web that will let us know when and where something comes over from the Nevernever. I’ll need to walk around a lot of the building to cover it all.”
She nodded. “That doesn’t address the crowd issue.”
I grimaced. “You know anyone in the fire department?”
“A cousin,” she said.
“This place must be over maximum occupancy. Maybe if the fire marshal heard about how crowded it was, they’d clear at least some of these people out. We only need a crowd big enough to tempt the killer in.”
She nodded. “I’ll see to it.”
“And I know it’s a long shot, but has CPD turned up anything? Or the ME?”
“Nothing on the autopsy. They didn’t give this one to Butters. Brioche handled it, and he didn’t find anything out of the ordinary.”
“Naturally,” I sighed. “Greene?”
“Theories. He had some vague notion that the attack might have been some kind of publicity stunt to attract attention to the convention.”
“That’s a little cynical,” I said.
“Greene isn’t a believer,” Murphy said. “And he’s a trained investigator looking for a solid motive. If he accepts that the killer was just some kind of lunatic, it means he’s got almost nothing to work with. So he’s grasping at straws and hoping he can find something familiar he can use to nail the killer fast.”
I grunted. “Guess I can see that.”
“I don’t envy him,” Murphy said. “I don’t like him much, but he’s a cop, and he’s in a tight spot. Chances are, there’s not a damned thing he could do about it. And he doesn’t even know it.”
There was a little extra weight on the last phrase, something that contained personal pain.
Murphy had faced the same situations as Greene, more or less. Something wild happened, and none of it made any sense. Murphy had her first face-off with the supernatural while she was still a beat cop on patrol. It gave her an advantage as a detective, because at least she knew how much she didn’t know. Greene didn’t even have that much going for him. I hated to see her like that, feeling helpless to do anything. Hurting. Even if only in memory.
“How about you?” I asked. “You see anything that you think is worth mentioning?”
“Not yet. Someone around here has got to know something useful— even if they don’t know that they do.” She tilted her head and frowned at me. “Wait. You’re asking me?”
I shrugged a shoulder. “Murph, you’ve seen as much weird as most wizards. I think you’re more capable than you know.”
She studied my face for a long moment. “What do you mean?”
I shrugged again. “I mean that you’ve been there a time or two. You know what it’s like when something is lurking around. There’s commonality to it. You’ll know it when you feel it.”
“What? Am I supposed to be a wizard now?”
I grinned. “Just a savvy cop chick, Murph.”
“Cop chick?” she asked, menace in her voice.
“Sorry,” I said. “Police chick.”
She grunted. “That’s better.”
“Just don’t ignore your instincts,” I said. “They’re there for a reason.”
Murphy wasn’t listening to that last part, because she’d turned her head sharply to one side, blue eyes narrowing as she focused on a man who had emerged from a conference room doorway and was slipping down the hall.
And Mouse let out a low growl.
“Who’s that?” I asked Murphy.
“Darby Crane,” Murphy said.
“Ah,” I said. “The horror movie director.”
Mouse growled again. Murphy and he started after Crane.
Why fight the inevitable? I started walking before Mouse pulled my arms out of their sockets. “Hey, howsabout we go talk to him?”
“You think?” Murphy said.
“Take him. I’ll back you up.”
She nodded, without turning around. “Excuse me,” she told a gang of conventiongoers in front of her. “Coming through, please.”
We tried to hurry through the crowd, but it was like trying to run in chest-deep water. The faster you try to move, the more resistance there is.