Part 47 (1/2)

”We win?”

”Bad guys go boom,” I said. ”The White King is still on his throne. Peace process is going to move ahead.”

”Tell me.”

So I gave him the battle's last few minutes, except for Lash's role in things.

”Harry Dresden,” Ramirez murmured, ”the human cannonball.”

”Bam, zoom, right to the moon.”

He smiled a little. ”You get Cowl?”

”Doubt it,” I said. ”He was right by his gate. When he saw me running for the exit, ten to one he just stepped back through it and zipped it shut. In fact, I'm pretty sure he did. If there'd been an open gate there, the blast would have been able to spread into it. I don't think we would have been thrown so far.”

”How about Vitto?”

I shook my head. ”Vitto was pretty far gone even before the bombs went off. I'm pretty sure we nailed him, and those ghouls, too.”

”Good thing you had that army on standby, huh,” Ramirez said, a faint edge to his voice.

”Hey,” I said, ”it's late. I should let you get some rest.”

”No,” Ramirez said, his voice stronger. ”We need to talk.”

I sat there for a minute, bracing myself. Then I said, ”About what.”

”About how tight you are with the vamps,” he said. ”About you making deals with sc.u.mbag mobsters. I recognized Marcone. I've seen his picture in the papers.” Ramirez shook his head. ”Jesus Christ, Harry. We're supposed to be on the same team. It's called trust, man.”

I wanted to spit something hostile and venomous and well deserved. I toned myself down to saying, ”Gee. A Warden doesn't trust me. That's a switch.”

Ramirez blinked at me. ”What?”

”Don't worry about it. I'm used to it,” I said. ”I had Morgan sticking his nose into every corner of my existence for my entire adult life.”

Ramirez stared at me for a second. Then he let out a weak snort and said, ”All hail the drama queen. Harry...” He shook his head. ”I'm talking about you not trusting me, me, man.” man.”

My increasingly angry retort died unspoken. ”Uh. What?”

Ramirez shook his head wearily. ”Let me make some guesses. One. You don't trust the Council. You never have, but lately, it's been worse. Especially since New Mexico. You think that whoever is leaking information to the vampires is pretty high up, and the less anyone in the Council knows about what you're doing, the better.”

I stared at him and said nothing.

”Two. There's a new player in the game. Cowl's on the new team. We don't know who they are, but they seem to have a hard-on for s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g over everyone equally-vampires, mortals, wizards, whoever.” He sighed. ”You aren't the only one who's been noticing these things, Harry.”

I grunted. ”What do you call them?”

”The Black Hats, after our Ringwraith-wannabe buddy, Cowl. You?”

”The Black Council,” I said.

”Oooh,” Ramirez muttered. ”Yours is better.”

”Thanks,” I said.

”So you can't trust our own people,” he said. ”But you're cutting deals with the vampires...” He narrowed his eyes. ”You think you might be able to find the traitor coming in from the other side.”

I put my finger on my nose.

”And the gangster?” Ramirez asked.

”He's a snake,” I said. ”But his word is good. And Madrigal and Vitto had killed one of his people. And I know know he isn't working for Cowl's organization.” he isn't working for Cowl's organization.”

”How do you know that?”

”Because Marcone works for Marcone-”

Ramirez spread his hands weakly. ”Was that so d.a.m.ned hard, Dresden? To talk to me?”

I settled back in my chair. My shoulders suddenly felt loose and Wobbly. I breathed in and out a few times, and then said, ”No.”

Ramirez snorted gently. ”Idiot.”

”So,” I said. ”Think I should come clean to the Merlin?”

Ramirez opened one eye. ”Are you kidding? He hates your guts. He'd have you declared a traitor, locked up, and executed before you got through the first paragraph.” He closed his eye again. ”But I'm with you, man. All the way.”

You don't have much endurance after going through something like Ramirez had. He was asleep before he realized it was about to happen.

I sat with him for the rest of the night, until Senior Council Member Listens-to-Wind arrived with his team of medical types before dawn the next morning.

You don't leave an injured friend all alone.

The next day, I knocked on the door to the office at Executive Priority and went in without waiting for an answer.

”Tonight you will be visited by three spirits,” I announced. ”The ghosts of indictment past, present, and future. They will teach you the true meaning of 'you are still a sc.u.mbag criminal.'”

Marcone was there, sitting behind the desk with Helen Beckitt, or maybe Helen Demeter, I supposed. She wore her professionally suggestive business suit-and was sitting across Marcone's lap. Her hair and suit looked slightly mussed. Marcone had his third s.h.i.+rt b.u.t.ton undone.

I cursed my timing. If I'd come ten minutes later, I'd have opened the door in medias res. in medias res. It would have been infinitely more awkward. It would have been infinitely more awkward.

”Dresden,” Marcone said, his tone pleasant. Helen made no move to stir from where she was. ”It's nice to see you alive. Your sense of humor, of course, remains unchanged, which is unsurprising, as it seems to have died in your adolescence. Presumably it entered a suicide pact with your manners.”

”Your good opinion,” I said, ”means the world to me. I see you got out of the Nevernever.”

”Simple enough,” Marcone said. ”I had to shoot a few of the vampires, once we were clear of the fight. I did not appreciate the way they were attempting to coerce my employees.”

”h.e.l.l's bells.” I sighed. ”Did you kill any of them?”

”Unnecessary. I shot them enough to make my point. After that, we had an adequate understanding of one another-much as you and I do.”