I waved my hand at the thing, exerted my will, and muttered, “Hexus.”
Wizards and technology don’t get along. At all. Prolonged exposure to an active wizard has really detrimental effects on just about anything manufactured after World War II or so, especially anything involving electricity. My car breaks down every couple of weeks, and that’s when I’m not even trying. When I’m making an effort?
The transformer exploded in a humming shower of blue-white sparks, and the sound of an electric saw, somewhere on the site, died down to nothing.
I went back to the truck and sat quietly until Michael returned.
He gave me a steady look.
“It was in the name of good,” I said. “Your electrician was snockered. By the time the city gets by to repair it, he’ll have sobered up.”
“Ah,” Michael said. “Chuck. He’s having trouble at home.”
“How do you know?”
“He’s got a wife, a daughter,” Michael said. “And I know the look.”
“Maybe if he spent less time with Jim Beam,” I said, “it’d go better.”
“The booze is new,” Michael said, looking worriedly at the house. “He’s a good man. He’s in a bad time.” He glanced back at me a moment later. “Thank you. Though perhaps next time . . . you could just come tell me about it?”
Duh, Harry. That probably would have worked, too. I shook my head calmly. “That’s not how I roll.”
“How you roll?” Michael asked, smiling.
“I heard Molly say it once. So it must be cool.”
“How you roll.” Michael shook his head and started the truck. “Well. You were trying to help. That’s the important thing.”
Harry Dresden. Saving the world, one act of random destruction at a time.
“OKAY,” I SAID to Molly as I prepared to get into my car. “Just keep your wits about you.”
“I know,” she said calmly.
“If there’s any trouble, you call the cops,” I said. “This guy looks to be operating purely vanilla, but he can still kill you just fine.”
“I know, Harry.”
“If you see him, do not approach him—and don’t let your dad do it, either.”
Molly rolled her eyes in exasperation. Then she muttered a quick word and vanished. Gone. She was standing within an arm’s length of me, but I couldn’t see her at all. “Let’s see the bozo shoot this,” said her disembodied voice.
“And while we’re at it, let’s hope he isn’t using a heat-sensitive scope,” I said drily.
She flickered back into sight, giving me an arch look. “The point is that I’m perfectly capable of keeping a lookout and yelling if there’s trouble. I’ll go with Dad to softball, and you’ll be the second person I call if there’s a whiff of peril.”
I grunted. “Maybe I should go get Mouse. Let him stay with you, too.”
“Maybe you should keep him close to the swords,” Molly said quietly. “My dad’s just a retired soldier. The swords are icons of power.”
“The swords are bits of sharp metal. The men who hold them make them a threat.”
“In case you hadn’t noticed, my dad isn’t one of those men anymore,” Molly said. She tucked a trailing strand of golden hair behind one ear and frowned up at me worriedly. “Are you sure this isn’t about you blaming yourself for what happened to my dad?”
“I don’t blame myself,” I said.
My apprentice arched an extremely skeptical eyebrow.
I looked away from her.
“You wanna talk to me about it?”
“No,” I said. I suddenly felt very tired. “Not until I’m sure the swords are safe.”
“If he knew where to send the pictures,” Molly said, “then he knows where your house is.”
“But he can’t get inside. Even if he could get the doors or one of the windows to open, the wards would roast him.”
“And your wards are perfect,” Molly said. “There’s no way anyone could get around them, ever. The way you told me those necromancers did a few years ago.”
“They didn’t go around,” I said. “They went through. But I see your point. If I have to, I’ll take one of the Ways to Warden’s command center at Edinburgh and leave the swords in my locker.”
Molly’s eyes widened. “Wow. A locker?”
“Technically. I haven’t used it. I’ve got the combination written down. Somewhere. On a napkin. I think.”
“Does it hurt to be as suave as you, boss?”
“It’s agonizing.”
“Looks it.” Her smile faded. “What are you going to do after you’re sure the swords are safe?”
She hadn’t thought it through. She didn’t know what was going to happen in the next few minutes. So I gave her my best fake grin and said, “One step