Besides. You promised."
Well, she had me there. "Yeah. Okay, Murph. When I find something out, Ill call."
"All right," she said. She curled up in the corner of the couch again, heavy eyes closing. She leaned her head back, baring the lines of her throat. After a moment, she asked, "Have you heard from Susan?"
I shook my head. "No."
"But her articles are still coming into the Arcane. Shes all right."
I nodded. "I guess so."
"Have you found anything that will help her yet?"
I sighed and shook my head. "No, not yet. Its like pounding my head against a wall."
She halfway smiled. "With your head, the wall breaks first. Youre the most stubborn man Ive ever met."
"You say the sweetest things."
Murphy nodded. "Youre a good man, Harry. If anyone can help her, its you."
I looked down so she wouldnt see the tears that made my eyes swim a little, and started putting the file back together. "Thanks, Murph. That means a lot to me."
She didnt answer. I looked up and saw that her mouth had fallen slightly open and her body was totally relaxed, a cheek resting on the arm of the couch.
"Murph?" I asked. She didnt stir. I got up and left the file on the chair. I found a blanket and draped it lightly over her, tucking it in around her. She made a soft sound in the back of her throat and nuzzled her cheek closer to the couch.
"Sleep well, Murph," I said. Then I headed for the door. I locked what I could behind me, made my way back to the Beetle, and drove toward home.
I ached everywhere. Not from sore muscles, but from simple exhaustion. My wounded hand felt like a big throbbing knot of cramping muscle, doused in gasoline and set on fire.
I hurt even more on the inside. Poor Murph had been torn up badly. She was terrified of the things she might have to face, but that made her no less determined to face them. That was courage, and more than I had. I at least was sure that I could hit back if one of the monsters came after me. Murphy didnt have any such certainty.
Murphy was my friend. Shed saved my life before. Wed fought side by side. She needed my help again. She had to face her fear. I understood that. She needed me to help make it happen, but I didnt have to like it. In her condition, she would be extra vulnerable to any kind of attack like the one by Kravos the year before. And if she got hit again before she had a chance to piece herself back together, it might not simply wound herit might break her entirely.
I wasnt sure I could live with myself if that happened.
"Dammit," I muttered. "So help me, Murph, Im going to make sure you come out of this okay."
I shoved my worries about Murphy to the back of my mind. The best way to protect her would be to focus on this case, to get cracking. But my brain felt like something had crawled into it and died. The only cracking it was going to be doing was the kind that would land me in a rubber room and a sleeveless coat.
I wanted food. Sleep. A shower. If I didnt take some time to put myself back together, I might walk right into something that would kill me and not notice it until it was too late.
I drove back to my apartment, which is the basement of a rooming house more than a century old. I parked the Beetle outside and got my rod and staff out of the car to take with me. It wasnt much of a walk between my apartment and the car, but Id been accosted before. Vampires can be really inconsiderate that way.
I thumped down the stairs to my apartment, unlocked the door, and murmured the phrase that would disarm my wards long enough to let me get inside. I slipped in, and my instincts screamed at me that I was not alone.
I lifted the blasting rod, gathering my power and sending it humming through the focus so that the tip burst into brilliant crimson light that flooded my apartment.
And then there she was, a slender woman standing by my cold fireplace, all graceful curves and poised reserve. She wore a pair of blue jeans over long, coltish legs, with a simple scarlet cotton T-shirt. A silver pentacle hung outside the shirt, resting on the curve