Skin Game
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 Jim Butcher

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Id had to talk tough to monsters and dangerous people before. I just couldnt remember doing it while sharing a somewhat intimate domestic moment, like getting dressed together, or while helping them put on jewelry. There was something in that gesture that made Hannah Ascher a person first, a woman, and a dangerous warlock second. And I had effectively threatened her during that momentwhich had probably just made me, to her, a dangerous Warden of the White Council slash paranormal criminal thug first, and a human being second.
Super. Harry Dresden, intimidator of women. Probably not the best foot to get off on with someone with whom I was about to face considerable intrigue and danger.
Maybe next time, Id just stick a gun in her face.
You look great, I said in a voice that sounded a lot gentler than it had a few seconds before. Lets get to work.
Nine
The Peninsula is one of the ritzier of the ritzy hotels in Chicago, and it has a grand ballroom measurable in hectares. The serious events of Chicagos nightlife rarely start before eightyou need time for people to get home from work and get all pretty before they show up looking fabulousso when we arrived around seven thirty, Ascher and I were unfashionably early.
Im going to be right down here on the street, Karrin said from the front seat of the black town car Nicodemus had provided. She had checked it for explosives. Id gone over it for less physical dangers.
Not sure how long it will take, I said. Cops going to let you loiter?
I still know a few guys on the force, she said. But Ill circle the block if I have to. If you get in trouble, send up a flare. She offered me a plastic box with a boutonniere made from a sunset-colored rose in it. Dont forget your advertising.
Not like I need it, I said. Ill recognize her.
And shell recognize you, Karrin said. If she doesnt know shes supposed to talk to you, she might avoid you. Its not exactly hard to see you coming.
Fine. I took it, opened the box, and managed to stab myself in the finger with the pin while trying to put the damned thing on my lapel.
Here, Ascher said. She took the flower, wiped the pin off on a tissue, and passed it to Karrin, along with whatever tiny bit of my blood had been on it. Then she fixed the flower neatly to the tux. She wasnt making any particular effort to vamp, but her dress was cut low, giving me several eyefuls during the process. I tried not to notice and was partially successful.
Here we go, Karrin said, and got out of the car. She came around and opened the door for me. I got out, and helped Ascher out, and she flashed enough shapely leg to keep anyone on the hotel staff outfront from noticing me except in passing. Karrin got back in the car and vanished with quiet efficiency, and I gave Ascher my arm and escorted her inside.
Try not to look like that, Ascher said under her breath, after we were in the elevator.
Like what? I asked.
Like youre expecting ninjas to leap out of the trash cans. This is a party.
Everyone knows theres no such things as ninjas, I scoffed. But it will be something. Count on it.
Not if we do it smooth, Ascher said.
Youre going to have to trust me on this one, I replied. Theres always something. It doesnt matter how smooth you are, or how smart the plan is, or how plain the missionsomething goes wrong. Nothings ever simple. Thats how it works.
Ascher eyed me. You have a very negative attitude. Just relax and well get this done. Try not to look around so much. And for Gods sake, smile.
I smiled.
Maybe without clenching your jaw.
The doors opened and we walked down a hallway to the grand ballroom. There were a couple of security guys outside the door dressed in the hotels colors, trying to look friendly and helpful. I breezed up and presented them with our engraved invitation and fake IDs. Id say this for Nicodemushe didnt do things halfway, and his production values were outrageous. The fake drivers license (in the name of Howard Delroy Oberheit, cute) looked more real than my actual Illinois drivers license ever had. They eyed me, and then my license, closely, but they couldnt spot it as a fake. Ascher (ne Harmony Armitage) gave the guards a big smile and some friendly chatter, and they didnt look twice at her ID.
I couldnt really blame them. Ascher looked like exactly the kind of woman who would be showing up to a blue-chip evening event. In me, the hotels thugs recognized another of their kindand one who was taller and had better scars than they did. But with Hannah on my arm, they let me pass.
The interior of the ballroom had been decorated in a kind of Chinese motif. Lots of red fabric draped in swaths from the ceiling to create semi-curtained partitions, paper lanterns glowing cheerfully, stands of bamboo, a Zen garden with its sand groomed in impeccable curves. The hotel staff was mostly women in red silk tunics with mandarin collars. Caterers in white coats and black ties were just getting a buffet fully assembled. When we came in, I couldnt see them, but I could hear a live band running through a numberseven pieces of brass, drums, and a piano, playing a classic ballroom piece.
I scanned the room slowly as we entered, but I didnt see Anna Valmont standing around anywhere.