to tell you?"
She closed her eyes for a moment and then nodded, once. "Hit me."
"Youre sure?"
"Yeah."
"All right," I said. And I told Murphy all of it. It took a while. I told her about Justin and about Elaine. I told her about the supernatural forces and politics at play in and around the city. I told her about the war Id started because of what the Red Court had done to Susan. I told her about the faeries and Reuels murder.
And most of all, I told her about the White Council.
"Those spineless, arrogant, egomaniacal sons of bitches," Murphy growled. "Who the hell do they think they are, selling out their own people like that?"
Some silent, delighted part of me let out a mental cheer at her reaction.
She made a disgusted noise and shook her head. "So let me get this straight," she said. "You started a war between the Council and the Red Court. The Council needs the support of the faeries in order to have a chance at victory. But they cant get that support unless you find this killer and restore the stolen magical power thingie"
"Mantle," I interjected.
"Whatever," Murphy said. "And if you dont get the magic whatsit, the Council fixes you up in a carryout box for the vampires."
"Yeah," I said.
"And if you dont find the killer before Midsummer, the faeries slug it out with each other."
"Which could be bad no matter who won. It would make El Nino look as mild as an early spring thaw."
"And you want my help."
"Youve worked homicide before. Youre better at it than me."
"That goes without saying," she said, a trace of a smile on her mouth. "Look, Harry. If you want to find out who did the killing, the best way to start is to figure out why."
"Why what?"
"Why the murder. Why Reuel got bumped off."
"Oh, right," I said.
"And why would someone try to take you out in the park yesterday?"
"It could have been almost anyone," I said. "It wasnt like it was a brilliant attempt, as far as they go."
"Wrong," Murphy said. "Not neat, but not stupid either. After you called earlier tonight, I snooped around."
I frowned at her. "You found something?"
"Yeah. Turns out that there have been two armed robberies in the past three days, first outside of Cleveland and then at a gas station just this side of Indianapolis, coming toward Chicago."
"That doesnt sound out of the ordinary."
"No," Murphy said. "Not unless you throw in that in both cases, someone was grabbed at the scene and abducted, and both times the video security broke down just as the robbery started. Eyewitnesses in Indiana identified the perpetrator as a woman."
I whistled. "Sounds like our ghoul, then."
Murph nodded, her lips pressed together. "Any chance those people she grabbed are alive?"
I shook my head. "Not likely. She probably ate them. A ghoul can go through forty or fifty pounds of meat a day. Shell put whatevers left someplace where animals can get to it, cover her tracks."
She nodded. "I figured. The pattern matches several incidents over the past twenty years. It took me a while to piece it together, but something similar has happened three times in connection with the operations of a contract killer who calls herself the Tigress. A friend at the FBI told me that they suspect her of a number of killings in the New Orleans area and that Interpol thinks shes pulled jobs in Europe and Africa, too."
"Hired gun," I said. "So who did the hiring?"
"From what youve said, my moneys on the vampires. Theyre the ones who benefit most from you being dead. If they punch your ticket, the Council will probably sue for peace, right?"
"Maybe," I said, but I doubted it. "If thats what they had in mind, its stupid timing. They Pearl-Harbored a bunch of wizards somewhere in Russia two nights ago, and the Council was pretty angry about it."
"Okay. So maybe they figure that if your investigation finds Reuels killer and gets the Council brownie points with the faeries, theyre in for a real fight. Killing you before that happens makes sense."
"Except that when it went down, I wasnt involved in the investigation yet."
Murphy shook her head. "I wish we could get you together with a sketch artist, describe her."
"Doubt it would help much. She was in makeup at first, and I didnt give her a second look. By the time I was paying attention, she mostly looked like something out of a Japanese horror cartoon."
She glanced down at her now