By Jim Butcher
Harry Dresden needs to store Chicago from black magic and necromancy - yet first, he needs to find the be aware of Kemmler. simply once he figures out what that's ... It's all in a day's paintings for the city's in basic terms expert wizard - assuming he can dwell to determine the tip of the day.
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I decided not to. It was probably building security calling to check up on the stranger who had walked in with a pet woolly mammoth. If I answered and Thomas wasn't here, they might get suspicious. More suspicious. If I let them eat answering machine, they'd still be uncertain. I waited. " It beeped again. A woman's voice poured out of the answering machine like warm honey. "Thomas," she said. She had a polyglot of a European accent, and pronounced his name "toe-moss," accent on the second syllable.
I opened the outer door with Thomas's key and marched to the elevators, Mouse walking smartly at heel. The doorman watched me, and I spotted two security cameras between the front door and the elevator. Security would have a pretty good idea who was a resident and who wasn't—and an extremely tall and gangly man in a black coat with nearly two hundred pounds of dog with him wouldn't be something they forgot. So I tried to stall them with body language, walking the walk of the impatient and confident in the hopes that it would make the security guys hesitate.
I was going to kill my brother later. "Of course not, sir," I assured him, trying to appear mollified and reluctantly willing to be gracious. I got out my wallet and handed him my driver's license. The cop glanced at it as it went by. "I'll be right back," he told me, and hustled toward the elevator. "Sorry about this," the cop told me. " "Not your fault, Officer," I told her. She regarded me thoughtfully for a moment. " I sighed. " "Not generally, no," she said. Her tone of voice stayed steady, her expression mild, but I knew a poker face when I saw one.
Dead Beat (The Dresden Files, Book 7) by Jim Butcher