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the insane little notched-eared pup. He ignored me, still growling, and started shaking his head back and forth violently. "Good thing we had a stowaway. Vamp might have gotten us both."
    "What's that he's got in his mouth?" Thomas asked.
    The puppy lost hold of whatever he was savaging, and it landed on the floor of the Beetle.
    "Ugh," I said. "It's that vamp's ear. Holy water must have burned it right off."
    Thomas glanced down at the ear and turned a bit green. "It's moving."
    The puppy snarled and batted at the wriggling bit of rotted ear. I picked it up as lightly as I could and tossed it out. The grey-and-black puppy was evidently satisfied with that course of action. He sat down and opened his mouth in a doggie grin.
    "Nice reflexes, Harry," Thomas said. "When that vamp came at you. Real nice. Faster than mine. How the hell did you manage that?"
    "I didn't. I was trying to feel out this little nuisance after he started growling. I felt the vamp coming a couple seconds before it jumped me."
    "Wow," Thomas said. "Talk about strokes of luck."
    "Yeah. It's sort of a first for me."
    The pup abruptly spun, facing the direction the vampire had fled. He growled again.
    Thomas went rigid. "Hey, Harry, you know what?"
    "No, what?"
    "I'm thinking we should get indoors."
    I picked up the puppy and scanned the darkness, but saw nothing. "Discretion is the better part of not getting exsanguinated," I said. "Let's go."
     

Chapter Four

    Thomas and I went into the apartment building, and found the guard who should have been in the booth outside drinking a cup of coffee with a second man behind a desk. We took the elevator to the top floor. There were only two doors in the hall, and Thomas knocked on the nearest. Music rolled and thumped inside while we waited, and the spotless carpet had been cleaned with something that smelled like snapdragons. Thomas had to knock twice more before the door finally opened.
    A pretty woman somewhere around her mid-forties answered Thomas's knock, and a tide of loud music came with her. She was maybe five-foot-six and had her dark brown hair held up with a couple of chopsticks. She held a pile of discarded paper plates in one hand and a couple of empty plastic cups in the other and wore an emerald knee-length knit dress that showed off the curves of a WWII pinup girl.
    Her face lit with an immediate smile. "Thomas, how wonderful to see you. Justine said you'd be coming by."
    Thomas stepped forward with his own brilliant smile and kissed the woman on either cheek. "Madge," he said. "You look great. What are you doing here?"
    "It's my apartment," Madge replied, her tone dry.
    Thomas laughed. "You're kidding me. Why?"
    "The old fool talked me into investing in his company. I need to make sure he doesn't throw the money away. I'm keeping an eye on him."
    "I see," Thomas said.
    "Did he finally talk you into acting?"
    Thomas put a hand on his chest. "A modest schoolboy like me? I blush to think."
    Madge laughed, a touch of wickedness to it, resting her hand lightly on Thomas's biceps as she did. Either she liked speaking with Thomas or the hallway was colder than I thought. "Who is your friend?"
    "Madge Shelly, this is Harry Dresden. I brought him by to talk business with Arturo. Harry's a friend of mine."
    "I wouldn't go that far." I smiled a bit and offered my hand.
    She fumbled with plates and cups for a moment, and then laughed. "I'll have to give you a rain check. Are you an actor?" Madge asked, her expression speculative.
    "To be or not to be," I said. "How now brown cow."
    She smiled and nodded at the puppy, who was riding in the curl of my left arm. "And who is your friend?"
    "He's the dog with no name. Like Clint Eastwood, but fuzzier."
    She laughed again, and said to Thomas, "I see why you like him."
    "He's mildly amusing," Thomas agreed.
    "He's up past his bedtime," I said. "Don't mean to be rude, but I need to talk to Arturo before I fall asleep on my feet."
    "I understand," Madge said. "The