Red Road
6th of July 2006 A.D.
Harry is surprisingly matter of fact about the whole 'beaten up cop fifty yards from his door' thing, just fetches his coat and tells Mouse to look after the place which earns him a half bark half huff as though the dog were saying 'teach your grandma how to suck an egg'.
Really they are more like roommates than anything, you smile.
"Soo, does this happen often?" you ask a little awkwardly, quickening your pace to keep up with his longer strides. "Cops getting bloodied near your door I mean?"
"First time for everything," he shakes his head. "Don't have much in the way of good surprises but that's just a professional thing."
"P.I.s don't like being surprised?" you ask confused.
"Wizards," he corrects. "Give a wizard time to prepare and he can deal with a lot more than they can flying by the seat of their pants."
But you have such a nice seat, the words pop into your head instantly and you wish you could blame the demon.
Bad Molly, there is a man bleeding on the sidewalk, not the time to be flirting.
"Why is it you care about his survival my princess? Surely he must be counted a foe for what he has done, or at least an annoyance." Usum asks but you shake off the question. Now is
also not the time to try to explain being a Good Samaritan to a demon
"Someone worked him over with a bat or a tire iron," Harry says when you get to the detective. "See most of the bleeding is from the leg."
He starts to pick him up, presumably to take inside and you move to help.
"You shouldn't be involved in this," he says seriously.
"I
already am or do you think it is a coincidence that the car alarm went off just as Mouse was barking, just as I was coming in, not to mention I found him..."
You can see Harry unhappily start to waver when the Detective groans and starts to push himself up against the car, enough to look at harry though bleary eyes.
"Come to see what your thug's handy work eh Dresden?" he asks, slurring the words. "You'd better... you'd better run. Cop killers... cop killers ain't lucky in this town."
"Well that is good then because you're not dead and I don't
have thugs," Harry answers, for all the good it does him. Detective Green had lapsed back into unconsciousness.
Harry doesn't curse, like you are biting your tongue against, he just sort of sighs, like this really
is Tuesday for him. then he just stops to think for a bit. "Here is what we are going to do, you are going to go inside and call Murphy, I'll give you her number while I stay out here to make sure whoever did this doesn't come back to finish the job."
"I do have a phone you know. I can just..." you cut yourself off as Usum interjects.
"I know little of machines mistress, but this much I recall, ever has the wild surging power of mortal magicians been the bane of their fellows' artifice which even the smallest eddies in the fabric of things can burn."
"Wait, that's why you don't even have a TV?" you shake your head. "How do you even watch movies?"
Harry, who was already taking out some bandages from the depths of his coat to see to Greene on the spot snarks back: "With distance and self-control Kirk."
You laugh a little, he is about as far from a Spock as anyone you know. Sadly this isn't the time for banter what with the beaten up cop still beaten up and apparently also thinking that Harry had something to do with it.
What do you do?
[] Do as Harry asked and call Detective Murphy from his phone
[] Offer to stand guard while he calls, she is likely to ask fewer questions and get here faster (Charisma+Empathy Roll)
[] Write in
OOC: And so Harry's habit of giving nicknames to very nearly everyone makes an appearance. 'Kirk' was a good suggestion.