White Night (The Dresden Files #9) - Jim Butcher Page 0,46

a moment. Then the passenger said, "At least one thing is accomplished. He's interested in stopping the culling."

"Oh, yes," Grey Cloak said. "You've gotten his attention. The question, of course, is whether or not he will be as cooperative as you seem to believe."

"With a gathering of female wizardlings at risk? Oh, yes. He won't be able to help himself. Now that he knows what the Skavis is up to, Dresden will be falling all over himself to protect them."

Aha. The Skavis. And they were maneuvering me to kick his ass.

Finally, something useful.

"Will he strike at the kine soon?" Grey Cloak asked, referring to the Skavis, I presumed.

"Not yet. It isn't his style. He'll wait a day or two before moving again. He wants them to suffer, waiting for him."

"Mmmm," Grey Cloak said. "I normally think the Skavis's tastes repulsive, but in this particular instance, I suspect his might intersect with my own. Anticipation makes them taste sweeter."

"Oh, of course, by all means," the passenger said sourly. "Throw away everything we might achieve in order to indulge your sweet tooth."

Grey Cloak let out a low chuckle. "Alas, not yet. I hardly think the Circle would react well to such a course. Speaking of which, how does your own endeavor fare?"

"Less than well," the passenger said. "He isn't talking to me."

"Did you really expect him to?"

The passenger shrugged. "He is family. But that's of no matter. I'll find them in time, whether he cooperates or not."

"For your sake, I hope so," Grey Cloak said. "The Circle has asked me for a progress report."

The passenger shifted uneasily. "Have they. What are you going to tell them?"

"The truth."

"You can't be serious."

"On the contrary," Grey Cloak said.

"They react badly to incompetence," the passenger said.

"And murderously to deception."

The passenger took another long drag on his cigarette and cursed again. Then he said, "No help for it, then."

"There is no need to soil yourself. We are not yet past our dead-line, and they do not destroy tools that may still be of use."

The passenger let out a nasty laugh. "They're hard but fair?"

"They're hard," Grey Cloak replied.

"If necessary," the passenger said, "we can remove him. We have the resources for it. I could always—"

"I believe it premature unless he proves more threatening than he has been thus far," Grey Cloak said. "I expect the Circle would agree."

"When do I meet them?" the passenger asked. "Face-to-face."

"That is not my decision. I am a liaison. Nothing more." He shrugged. "But, should this project proceed, I suspect they will desire an interview."

"I'll succeed," the passenger said darkly. "He can't have taken them far."

"Then I suggest you get moving," Grey Cloak said. "Before the Skavis beats you to the prize."

"Beats us," the passenger said.

I could hear a faint smile touch Grey Cloak's voice. "Of course."

There was a smoldering silence, and then the passenger shoved the door open, exited the car, and left without a further word.

Grey Cloak watched him until he'd vanished into the night, Then he got out of the car. Insubstantial, I willed myself forward into the vehicle and looked. The steering column had been cracked open, the vehicle hot-wired.

I was torn for a second, which of the two to follow. The passenger was trying to get information out of someone. That could mean that he had a prisoner somewhere he was interrogating. On the other hand, it could just as likely mean that no matter how many drinks he poured, he couldn't get an informant to open up on a given topic. I also knew that he had confronted me before at some point—which was a great deal more than I knew about Grey Cloak.

He was something very different. He had tried to kill me a couple of times already, and was apparently responsible for at least some of the recent deaths. He was smart, and was connected to some kind of shady group called "the Circle." Could this be the reality of my heretofore theoretical Black Council?

He was walking away from the car now, my spell's anchor, and growing rapidly hazier as he walked away. If I didn't pursue him closely, he'd vanish into the vastness of the city.

Whoever the passenger had been, I had apparently sent him running once already. If I'd done it once, I could do it again.

Grey Cloak, then.

I pressed in close to Grey Cloak, focusing to keep the spell clearly fixed, and followed him. He walked several blocks, turned down a sharp alley, and then descended a flight of stairs that