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There was a knock at my office door, and Gard thrust her head in, her phone's earpiece conspicuous. "There's a problem."
Hendricks frowned from his seat at a nearby desk. He was hunched over a laptop that looked too small for him, plugging away at his thesis. "What kind of problem?"
"An Accords matter," Gard said.
Hendricks sat up straight and looked at me.
I didn't look up from one of my lawyer's letters, which I receive too frequently to let slide. "Well," I said, "we knew it would happen eventually. Bring the car."
"I don't have to," Gard said. "The situation came to us."
I set aside the finished letter and looked up, resting my fingertips together. "Interesting."
Gard brought the problem in. The problem was young and attractive. In my experience, the latter two frequently lead to the former. In this particular case, it was a young woman holding a child. She was remarkable--thick, rich, silver-white hair, dark eyes, pale skin. She had on very little makeup, which was fortunate in her case, since she looked as if she had recently been drenched. She wore what was left of a gray business skirt suit, had a towel from one of my health clubs wrapped around her shoulders, and was shivering.
The child she held was too young to be in school and was also appealing, with rosy features, white-blond hair, and blue eyes. Male or female, it hardly mattered at that age. They're all beautiful. The child clung to the girl as if it would not be separated, and was also wrapped in a towel.
The girl's body language was definitely protective. She had the kind of beauty that looked natural and . . . true. Her features and her bearing both spoke of gentleness and kindness.
I felt an immediate instinct to protect and comfort her.
I quashed it thoroughly.
I am not made of stone, but I have found it is generally best to behave as if I am.
I looked across the desk at her and said, "My people tell me you have asked for sanctuary under the terms of the Unseelie Accords, but that you have not identified yourself."
"I apologize, sir," she answered. "I was already being indiscreet enough just by coming here."
"Indeed," I said calmly. "I make it a point not to advertise the location of my business headquarters."
"I didn't want to add names to the issue," she said, casting her eyes down in a gesture of submission that did not entirely convince me. "I wasn't sure how many of your people were permitted access to this sort of information."
I glanced past the young woman to Gard, who gave me a slow, cautious nod. Had the girl or the child been other than they appeared, Gard would have indicated in the negative. Gard costs me a fortune and is worth every penny.
Even so, I didn't signal either her or Hendricks to stand down. Both of them watched the girl, ready to kill her if she made an aggressive move. Trust, but verify--that the person being trusted will be dead if she attempts betrayal.
"That was most considerate of you, Justine."
The girl blinked at me several times. "Y-you know me."
"You are a sometime associate of Harry Dresden," I said. "Given his proclivities about those he considers to be held under his aegis, it is sensible to identify as many of them as possible. For the sake of my insurance rates, if nothing else. Gard."
"Justine, no last name you'll admit to," Gard said calmly, "currently employed as Lara Raith's secretary and personal aide. You are the sometime lover of Thomas Raith, a frequent ally of Dresden's."
I spread my hands slightly. "I assume the 'J' notation at the bottom of Ms. Raith's typed correspondence refers to you."
"Yes," Justine said. She had regained her composure quickly--not something I would have expected of the servitor of a vampire of the White Court. Many of the . . . people, I suppose, I'd seen there had made lotus-eaters look self-motivated. "Yes, exactly."
I nodded. "Given your patron, one is curious as to why you have come to me seeking protection."
"Time, sir," she replied quietly. "I lacked any other alternative."
Someone screamed at the front of the building.
My headquarters shifts position irregularly, as I acquire new buildings. Much of my considerable wealth is invested in real estate. I own more of the town than any other single investor. In Chicago, there is always money to be had by purchasing and renovating aging buildings. I do much of my day-to-day work out of my most recent renovation projects, once they have been modified to be suitable to welcome guests. Then, renovation of the building begins, and the place is generally crowded with contractors who have proven their ability to see and hear nothing.
Gard's head snapped up. She shook it as if to rid herself of a buzzing fly and said, "A presence. A strong one." Her blue eyes snapped to Justine. "Who?"
