peel the skin off your brain.”
The ectomancer spread his hands. “Look. Dresden’s shade came to
“You’re a roach,” Molly said pleasantly. “Runs and hides from any threat, but you survive, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Mort said frankly.
“Maybe I should have been a roach, too,” Molly said. “It would be easier.” She took a slow, deep breath and said, “Where is he?”
Mort pointed a finger at me. I took a few steps until I stood in the mouth of the hallway that led down to Murphy’s bedrooms. I gestured to Sir Stuart to stay back.
“Why?” he asked.
“She’s going to use her Sight. The less she has to look at, the better.”
Sir Stuart shrugged and stayed near Mort. He watched Molly through narrowed eyes, his fingertips on the handle of that monster pistol.
Molly grabbed her cane and rose to her feet, leaning on it, taking the weight off the leg that had been shot at Chichén Itzá. She straightened her back and shoulders, turned toward me, took a deep breath, and opened her Sight.
I’d never seen such a thing from this angle before. It was as if a sudden light, burning steady and unwavering, kindled just between and above her eyebrows. As it flooded out of her, I felt it as a tangible sensation on my immaterial flesh. It was blinding. I lifted a hand for a moment to shield my eyes against it before I looked up to meet Molly’s gaze.
Her lips parted. She stared at me and tears blurred her vision. She tried twice to speak before she said, “How do I know it’s you?”
I could answer her. It’s called the Sight, but it embraces the entire spectrum of human perception, and then some. I met her gaze and composed my face. Then I said, in my very best Alec Guinness impersonation, “You will go to the Dagobah system. There you will learn from Yoda, the Jedi Master who instructed me.”
Molly sat down abruptly, missed the couch, and hit the floor instead. “Ohmygod,” she breathed. “Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod. Harry.”
I knelt to be on eye level with her. “Yeah, kid. It’s me.”
“Are . . . are you really . . . really gone?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I am. I’m sorta new at this, and they aren’t in danger of winning any exposition awards around here.”
She nodded as more tears came, but she didn’t look away. “D-did you come to take me away?” she asked, her voice very small.
“No,” I said quietly. “Molly . . . no. I was sent back here.”
“W-why?” she whispered.
“To find my murderer,” I said quietly. “People I care about are in danger if I don’t get the job done.”
Molly began rocking back and forth where she sat. “I . . . Oh. I’ve been trying. . . . The city has become so
“Molly,” I said in a calm, clear tone.
Her reddened, exhausted blue eyes looked up at me.
“You know who I want to know about, don’t you? Who I wouldn’t want you to talk about in front of anyone?”
I hadn’t said my daughter’s name since returning to Chicago. Hell, I’d barely dared to
My throat felt tight, because I thought it should, I suppose. “You know who I’m asking about?”
“Yes,” she said. “Of course.”
“Is that person safe and well?”
“As far as I know, yes,” she said. A small smile made her, for an instant, resemble the girl I remembered. “Chewbacca is with her.”
There was only one giant walking carpet to whom she could be referring—my dog, Mouse. The beast was smarter than a lot of people, and was probably the single best supernatural guardian any child
I exhaled slowly and felt a little dizzy. The memories I had of Maggie—what few there were—were hammering their way across my consciousness. I mostly remembered holding her in the quiet after it was all over. I’m not sure how long I sat there with her. She had been a small, sleepy warmth in my arms, grateful for the comfort of being held.
“We can go see her,” Molly suggested. “I mean . . . I know where she is.”
I wanted to shout an agreement and leap at the chance. But I couldn’t. So I didn’t.
“Maybe after we take care of business,” I said.
“All right,” Molly said, nodding.
“Better button up your Sight, kid,” I said quietly. “There’s no reason to leave it open so long. Bad things could happen.”
“But . . . I won’t be able to see you. Or hear you. Which . . . seems odd, given that it’s called the Sight . . .”
“It encompasses a lot,” I said loftily. “Kid, you’ve got a gift. Trust your instincts. Which in this case should suggest to you that what you need is the spirit-viewing ointment we made off of Rashid’s faerie-sight recipe, or something like it.”
“Okay,” she said. “Okay.” She frowned and bowed her head, and I saw her Sight being withdrawn, the light at her forehead dwindling and finally winking out.
Murphy was sitting at the very edge of her chair, her back straight, her hands in her lap. “Miss Carpenter?”
Molly turned to look at Murphy. It seemed to take her a second or two to focus her eyes. “Yes?”
“It’s him?”
“He greeted me with a quote from
Murphy’s mouth twitched at one corner. “Him.”
My apprentice nodded and didn’t meet Murphy’s eyes.
“So,” Murphy said. “He’s really . . . really gone. That bullet killed him.”
“He’s gone,” Molly said. “The shade is . . . It’s Harry in every practical sense. It will have his memories, his personality.”
“But it isn’t
Molly shook her head. “I asked him about that once. About what happens to a soul when a ghost is left behind.”
“What did he say?”
“That he had no idea. And that he doubted anyone would ever get a straight answer.”
“Molly,” the older woman said. “I know you’re tired. I would like it if you let me offer you some clothes. A meal. A shower. Some real sleep. My house is protected. I’d like to be able to tell your parents that I did at least that much for you, the next time they call me to ask about you.”
Molly looked around the room for a moment, biting her lip. “Yes . . . it . . .” She shivered. “But . . . it’s better if I don’t.”
“Better for who?”
“Everyone,” Molly said. She gathered herself and rose, using the cane to get to her feet once again. She grimaced in the process. It was obvious that using her leg still caused her pain. “Honestly. I’ve been playing a lot of games, and I don’t want any of them to splash onto you.” She paused and then said tentatively, “I’m . . . sorry about the detective remark, Karrin. That was going too far.”