Blood Rites

Chapter Thirty-six

I sat in the silence of the old man's departure and felt a lot of things. I felt tired. I felt afraid. And I felt alone. The puppy sat up and displayed some of the wisdom and compassion of his kind. He wobbled carefully over to me, scrambled up onto my lap, and started licking the bottom of my chin.
I petted his soft baby fur, and it gave me an unexpected sense of comfort. Sure, he was tiny, and sure, he was just a dog, but he was warm and loving and a brave little beast. And he liked me. He kept on giving me puppy kisses, tail wagging, until I finally smiled at him and roughed up his fur with one hand.
Mister wasn't about to let a mere dog outdo him. The hefty tom promptly descended from his perch on my bookshelf and started rubbing himself back and forth under my hand until I paid attention to him, too.
"I guess you aren't nothing but trouble," I told the dog. "But I already have a furry companion. Right, Mister?"
Mister blinked at me with an enigmatic cat expression, batted the puppy off the couch and onto the floor, and promptly lost interest in me. Mister flowed back down onto the floor, where the puppy rolled to his feet, tail wagging ferociously, and began to romp clumsily around the cat, thrilled with the game. Mister flicked his ears with disdain and went back up onto his bookshelf.
I laughed. I couldn't help it. The world might be vicious and treacherous and deadly, but it couldn't kill laughter. Laughter, like love, has power to survive the worst things life has to offer. And to do it with style.
It got me moving. I dressed for trouble—black fatigue pants, a heavy wool shirt of deep red, black combat boots. I put on my gun belt with one hand, clipped my sword cane to the belt, and covered it with my duster. I made sure I had my mother's amulet and my shield bracelet, sat down, and called Thomas's cell phone.
The phone got about half of a ring out before someone picked it up and a girl's frightened voice asked, "Tommy?"
"Inari?" I asked. "Is that you?"
"It's me," she confirmed. "This is Harry, isn't it."
"For another few hours anyway," I said. "May I speak to Thomas, please?"
"No," Inari said. It sounded like she had been crying. "I was hoping this was him. I think he's in trouble."
I frowned. "What kind of trouble?"
"I saw one of my father's men," she said. "I think he had a gun. He made Thomas drop his phone in the parking lot and get into the car. I didn't know what I should do."
"Easy, easy," I said. "Where was he taken from?"
"The studio," she said, her voice miserable. "He gave me a ride here when we heard about the shooting. I'm here now."
"Is Lara there?" I asked.
"Yes. She's right here."
"Put her on, please."
"Okay," Inari said.
The phone rustled. A moment later Lara's voice glided out of the phone and into my ear. "Hello, Harry."
"Lara. I know your father is behind the curse on Arturo, along with Arturo's wives. I know they've been gunning for his fiancée so that Raith can get Arturo back under his control. And I have a question for you."
"Oh?" she said.
"Yeah. Where is Thomas?"
"It excites me when a man is so subtle," she said. "So debonair."
"Better brace yourself, then," I said. "I want him in one piece. I'm willing to kill anyone who gets in the way. And I'm willing to pay you to help me."
"Really?" Lara said. I heard her murmur something, presumably to Inari. She waited a moment, I heard a door close, and the tone of her voice changed subtly, becoming businesslike. "I am willing to hear you out."
"And I'm willing to give you House Raith. And the White Court with it."
Shocked silence followed. Then she said, "And how would you manage such a thing?"
"I remove your father from power. You take over."
"How vague. The situation isn't a simple one," she said, but I could hear a throbbing note of excitement in her voice. "The other Houses of the White Court follow House Raith because they fear and respect my father. It seems unlikely that they would transfer that respect to me."
"Unlikely. Not impossible. I think it can be done."
She made a slow, low purring sound. "Do you? And what would you expect from me in return? If my father has decided to remove Thomas, I am hardly capable of stopping him."
"You won't need to. Just take me to him. I'll get Thomas myself."
"After which, my father will be so impressed with your diplomatic skills that he cedes the House to me?"
"Something like that," I said. "Get me there. Then all you have to do is watch from the sidelines while Cat's-paw Dresden handles your father."
"Mmm," she said. "That would certainly raise my status among the Lords of the Court. To arrange for a usurpation isn't so unusual, but very few manage to have good seats to it as well. A firsthand view of it would be a grace note few have attained."
"Plus if you were standing right there and things went badly for me, you'd be in a good spot to backstab me and keep your father's goodwill."
"Of course," she said, without a trace of shame. "You understand me rather well, wizard."
"Oh, there's one other thing I want."
"Yes?" she asked.
"Leave the kid alone. Don't push her. Don't pressure her. You come clean with Inari. You tell her the deal with her bloodline and you let her make up her own mind when it comes to her future."
She waited for a beat and then said, "That's all?"
"That's all."
She purred again. "My. I am not yet sure if you are truly that formidable or simply a vast and mighty fool, but for the time being I am finding you an extremely exciting man."
"All the girls tell me that."
She laughed. "Let us assume for a moment that I find your proposal agreeable. I would need to know how you intend to overthrow my father. He's somewhat invincible, you see."
"No, he isn't," I said. "I'm going to show you how weak he really is."
"And how do you know this?"
I closed my eyes and said, "Insight."
Lara lapsed into a thoughtful silence for a moment. Then she said, "There is something else I must know, wizard. Why? Why do this?"
"I owe Thomas for favors past," I said. "He's been an ally, and if I leave him hanging out to dry it's going to be bad for me in the long term, when I need other allies. If the plan comes off, I also get someone in charge of things at the White Court who is more reasonable to work with."
Lara made a soft sound that was probably mostly pensive but that would have been a lot more interesting in the dark. Uh. I mean, in person.
"No," she said then. "That's not all of it."
"Why not?"
"That would be sufficient reason if it were me," she said. "But you aren't like me, wizard. You aren't like most of your own kind. I have no doubt that you have reasonable skill at the calculus of power, but calculation is not at the heart of your nature. You prepare to take a terrible risk, and I would know why your heart is set to it."
I chewed on my lip for a second, weighing my options and the possible consequences. Then I said, "Do you know who Thomas's mother was?"
"Margaret LeFay," she said, puzzled. "But what does that—" She stopped abruptly. "Ah. Now I see. That explains a great deal about his involvement in political matters over the past few years." She let out a little laugh, but it was somehow sad. "You're much like him, you know. Thomas would sooner tear off his own arm than see one of his siblings hurt. He's quite irrational about it."
"Is that reason enough for you?" I asked.
"I am not yet entirely devoid of affection for my family, wizard. It satisfies me."
"Besides," I added, "I've just handed you a secret with the potential for some fairly good blackmail down the line."
She laughed. "Oh, you do understand me."
"Are you in?"
There was silence. When Lara finally spoke again, her voice was firmer, more eager. "I do not know precisely where my father would have had Thomas taken."
"Can you find out?"
Her voice took on a pensive tone. "In fact, I believe I can. Perhaps it was fate."
"What was fate?"
"You'll see," she said. "What sort of time frame did you have in mind?"
"An immediate one," I said. "The immediater the better."
"I'll need half an hour or a little more. Meet me at my family's home north of town."
"Half an hourish," I said. "Until then."
I hung up the phone just as a loud, low rumble approached my house. A moment later Murphy came back in. She was decked out in biker-grade denim and leather again. "I guess we're going somewhere."
"Rev up the Hog," I said. "You ready for another fight?"
Her teeth flashed. She tossed me a red motorcycle helmet and said, "Get on the bike, bitch."