“All right,” she said. “But God, this smells like you’re trying to set me up, Dresden. If you get me killed, there’s no one left who saw what happened here, is there?” “If you want to be safe, go after Susan,” I said bluntly. “We split up. One of us attracts its attention, maybe the other one will get through.” “Fine,” Murphy snarled. “Fuck you, Harry Dresden.” Famous last words, I thought, but I didn’t waste any breath on voicing it. It was time to face the loup-garou.
