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.I'm taking him in for obstructing and for conspiracy to commit murder.Put him in the car, Carmichael, and then get your ass upstairs." Murphy gave me a sharp push toward Carmichael, and I stumbled.Carmichael caught me."So let's go, Denton," Murphy said, and turned and stalked away.Denton gave me an expressionless glance, and stepped after Murphy, beckoning his companions to follow.Carmichael shook his head and walked me to one of the police cars."Fuck, Dresden.And here I was getting ready to throw in on your side.Guess I'm just a sucker for the underdog."Carmichael unlocked the back of the car and put his hand on the back of my head as I bent down to get into it."Watch your head.Christ, what happened to your jaw?"I sat down in the back of the car and looked straight ahead.I didn't answer him.Carmichael stared at me for a while, and then shook his head."We'll have someone drive you downtown as soon as the scene is secure.You can get in touch with your lawyer, then."I kept my eyes forward and still didn't answer him.Carmichael studied me some more, then stood and shut me into the car.I closed my eyes.I have felt low before in my life, have experienced events that left me broken and groveling and wishing I was dead.That was pretty much how I felt now, too.It wasn't that I hadn't found the killer—I've been beaten before, taken the blow on the chin, and come out fighting the next round.I can roll with the punches as well as anyone.But I hated feeling that I had betrayed a friend.I had promised Murphy that I would keep no secrets from her—and I hadn't.Not really.But I had been stupid.I should have been putting pieces together more quickly, more instinctively.Perhaps I had some excuse in that I had been distracted by nearly having my head blown off at the Full Moon Garage, that I had been distracted by my soulgaze upon the Streetwolves' leader, and the knowledge that he wanted to kill me.But it wasn't a good enough excuse to clear things with Murphy.I wasn't sure anything would have been.I felt alone.I felt frustrated.I felt like shit.And I felt worse, a moment later, when I looked out the car window at the full moon and realized something that I should have put together an hour before—the real killer or killers were still out there.MacFinn couldn't have been responsible for all of the deaths the previous month.Two of the murders had occurred on the nights before and after the full moon.If MacFinn's curse was indeed to become a ravening beast during the full moon, he could not have murdered either of last month's victims, or Spike at the Varsity last night.Which begged the question: Who had done the killings?I didn't have any answers.If the dark-haired woman who had led the Alphas was indeed connected with MacFinn, could she have been responsible? Something wolflike had attacked me in the abandoned department store when all the lights had been out—had it been her? One of the Alphas? Perhaps that would explain how the other murders happened.But if it had been true, why hadn't the killer finished me off while I was floundering in the dark, virtually helpless?More and more questions, and no answers.Not that it mattered to me now.A nice, quiet jail cell didn't sound too bad, once I thought about it.At least it would keep the criminal element off of my back.Provided they didn't shut me up with a four-hundred-pound con named "Hump" or anything.And then an odd feeling crept over me, derailing my train of thought.Once more, the hairs on my neck were standing up.Someone was watching me.I looked around.There was no one in sight.All of the police were inside the house.I was alone in the back of the patrol car, with my hands bound.I was helpless and alone, and I suddenly became very aware of the fact that Harley MacFinn had yet to be found or apprehended.He was still lurking in the night, unable to keep from tearing apart anyone he saw.I thought of Spike's torn corpse.Of poor Kim Delaney, covered in her own blood upstairs in the townhouse.I added imaginary (and far more horrible) images of half a dozen other victims, stacking scene upon scene of blood and death in my mind within a few seconds.I broke out in a cold sweat and looked out the other window.Directly into a pair of brilliant, feral, amber eyes.I yelled and flinched away, lifting my legs to kick should something come rushing through the vehicle's window.Instead, the door opened, and the dark-haired, amber-eyed woman from the department store said,"Be quiet, Mr.Dresden, or I will not be able to rescue you."I blinked at her, over my upraised knees."Huh?""Rescue you, Mr.Dresden.Get out of the car and come with me.And quickly, before the police return." She peered past me, toward the house."There is not much time.""Are you crazy?" I demanded."I don't even know who the hell you are.""I am Harley MacFinn's fiancée, Miss West," she said."I am called Tera."I shook my head."I can't leave.I'd be buying more trouble than you could imagine."Her amber eyes glinted."You are the only one who can stop my fiancé, Mr.Dresden.You cannot do that from a jail cell.""I'm not the Lone Ranger," I snapped in reply."I'm a hired consultant.And I don't think the city is going to foot the bill for this sort of thing."Tera West's teeth showed."If money is your concern, I assure you that it is not a problem, Mr.Dresden.Time presses.Will you come, or not?"I studied her face.She had clean, striking features, exceptional more than attractive.There were crow's-feet at the edges of her eyes, though they were the only sign of age on her that I could see.There was, along the edge of her forehead, at the hairline, a long, slender, purpling bruise."You," I said."It was you who attacked me in the department store [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]