The Way and the Watcher
21st of July 2006 A.D.
"Ah..." you open your mouth and then you close it, looking between Harry and the presumably reformed warlock's apprentice.
Telepathy would be great about now, you think not for the first time. Barring that headsets and a mike. It would probably be easier to get Harry to wear a demon infused wire for just when you are on the job than getting a phone with one of your helpers.
As for Harry himself, he's not looking at you but at the old man, unsure for a moment what to make of him, or what to
do. On the balance it is probably not common for a warden to meet a legacy of Kemmler, much less in a peaceful way. "You be careful now and if any more friends from back in the day come around give me a call."
He takes out a little pad to write his number on but Matthews raises a hand. "I know your number Warden Dresden, you are in the phone-book under wizard."
People still use the phone-book? You wonder if Harry would like a site to get the word out, just because wizards blow up computers does not mean the people who want to get a hold of them haven't moved on to the twenty-first century.
So the three of you leave with Mouse in the vanguard this time rather than watching the rear. As soon as you are safely out of earshot of the house you ask: "Is there any reason why we can't just drive by the jailhouse nice and slow so I can ask a question about where the other side of the Way Gorfel took on the seventh is."
"That will only get you the first stop," Harry points out. "See the way the Ways work is that conceptual distance doesn't match up with phisical distance so if you know your way around the Nevernever you can go from Chicago to Tokyo in half an hour, but you still might find yourself walking down to Rio de Janeiro and across town in Anchorage Alaska along the way."
You think about that for a moment, and you do not think about it alone. "I'm... pretty sure I can ask about the journey at this end, now that we have both a date and a time at least and it will give me the ultimate destination on the material side so we wouldn't have to traipse down whatever ways are welcoming to the likes of Gorfel."
"Traipse?" his lips twitch into a smile as he gets in the car.
"Blame mom for like seventy percent of my odd word choices, the other thirty percent is either Tolkien on Jane Austin."
It's a short drive to the jailhouse but along the way you still have time to ask idly. "Do you think Tolkien knew something about real magic? I've been thinking of the Ways how they are not really different roads, but one big web of interconnected realms and symbols. It sounds kind of like...
'It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to.'"
"Maybe, but probably not the way you're thinking," Harry replies briefly just as pensive. "Painters, poets, artists, the good ones at least they see with a sharper eye and remember with a clearer mind, it's what draws the audience to them."
The county jailhouse looks... like you would expect an abandoned jailhouse dating back more than a hundred years to look, which is to say grunge creepy, between the grey walls, the patched up roof and the crooked storm-drain.
If that place isn't haunted you I'm a Taylor Swift fan.
"From where came the wizard Gorfel who passed this way on the seventh of the month?"
You do not get anything like the long conversation you got on the matter of soulgazes, just a flash of a dark grey peak above scrub-land that stretches beside a glittering city, a glimpse and a name. "Clippy search Frenchman's Mountain, Nevada please."
The answer is as instantaneous as it is through:
"The peak lies on a north to north-northeast trending ridge about 2000 feet above the nearby valleys. Sunrise Mountain lies 3.6 miles (5.8 km) to the northeast adjacent to Nellis Air Force Base. The north end of the McCullough Range about 12 miles (19 km) to the south has a parallel trend. The River Mountains lie to the southeast..."
"Thanks, save it and put it on screen." You give it a once over and then start to hand her off to Harry, but he is looking at your funny, a rather familiar state of affairs recently. "What? I didn't want to listen on speaker like that, it would look odd from anyone who sees us drive by."
"No, it's just... what was really fast, you looking to put me out of work?" Teasing again, better.
"Ha, ha," you faux laugh. "If you hadn't been there I might have scared him too much to talk and say what you will about my other senses, I can't see souls."
"You would likely be able to learn it oh Magnanimous Heart of Night," Usum offers.
"It would not even require finding a way around the issue of manipulating lesser powers as it is a strictly passive ability."
"Well I certainly would not be able to magic up more than a decade of detective work," you inwardly roll your eyes
But you cannot stay grumpy for long, the weather's nice, the road's clear and unlike on the way here you actually know the way so you are not on the edge of your seat. Then
Wheels of Fire starts playing on the radio. It's been a pretty awesome day so far.
***
Sadly that evening you learn that the universe is all about balance. You had barely gotten back to Harry's place, half an hour or so of him going into the lab and bringing out some books 'to look into and give you a bit more of a rounded education' when you hear a knock on the door, loud and insistent.
Harry freezes, motions for you to hide again.
This time you roll your eyes outwardly. "No blood this time," you whisper sharply.
It might even be more incriminating, the part of your brain that is still on flirt with Harry mode notes. Stupid brain.
Realizing that he is not going to win this one Harry goes to get the door. to reveal a trio of carefully suited men whose manner practically screamed 'government agent.'
"Harry Dresden," the suit in the middle, filled out by a bald middle aged man who who appears to have just grown broader not fatter with age and sporting what you can only call 'the bald of power'. He flashes a badge. "Agent Alexander Wright FBI, you are under arrest for the murder of Officer Herbert Greene. You have the right to remain silent. If you do say anything, it can be used against you in a court of..."
What... the... Hell, you watch in shock as leftmost suit takes out the handcuffs. Greene is dead and they think Harry did it.
Did whoever had beaten him up before decide to up the stakes to murder? Why?
Harry manages to recover before you do, which is probably for the best because in the absence of any real plan you might have defaulted to Usum's suggestion which involves cowing the offending party into submission.
"I know you guys hear it all the time but I'm innocent, haven't even seen him since the ninth." Apparently Harry's first instinct upon being presented with people looking to arrest him is less 'look upon me and despair' and more wiseguy.
"You're a sick..." the guy with the cuffs says.
"We have witnesses placing you at the scene of the crime Dresden and we have cameras showing you disposing of the remains in the lake, we recovered it and it has your prints on it," Agent Wright cuts in dryly. "All we need to know now is why you did it, we know part of it but not what started it all."
Your mind is running at a thousand miles an hour, a glamor would not have registered on camera properly and a wizard's veil would most likely have shorted it, so it would have to be a physical transformation, an actual shapechanger.
What do you do?
[] Explain that Harry has been with you all day (Charisma+Empathy can use Excellency)
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[] One surprise deserves another, if these idiots are going to try to arrest a wizard then you will show them magic (Charisma+Intimidation can use Excellency)
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OOC: It was surprisingly hard to find art that fit a plain human in a suit.