Small Favor (The Dresden Files, #10)

by Jim Butcher

“Eleven,” Michael said quietly. I blinked at him. “What?” “Eleven,” he repeated. “Eleven of them fell here today. Judging from the wounds, Kincaid killed five of them. Captain Luccio killed two more. Sanya and I caught a pair on the way out. One of them was carrying a bag with the coins of those who had already fallen.” “We found the coin of Urumviel, which we knew to be in possession of a victim,” Sanya said, “but we were short by one body.” “That one was mine,” I said. “He’s tiny pieces of soot and ash now. And that only brings us to ten.” “One more drowned when that tank collapsed,” Michael said. “They’re floating down there. Eleven of them, Harry.” He shook his head. “Eleven. Do you realize what this means?” “That if we whack one more, we get the complimentary steak knives?” He turned to me, his eyes intent and bright. “Tessa escaped with only four other members of her retinue, and Nicodemus was nowhere to be found. We have recovered thirteen coins already—and eleven more today, assuming we can find them all.” “Only six coins remain free to do harm,” Sanya said. “Only six. Those six are the last. And they are all here in Chicago. Together.”