Skin Game
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 Jim Butcher

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She fell silent. The weight of it became oppressive.
Tell me, child, she said. What is the longest-lasting relationship in your life?
Uh, I said. Like, in terms of when it started? Or how long it continued?
Whichever.
My mentor in the White Council, maybe, I said. Ive known him since I was sixteen.
You see him daily? You speak to him, work with him?
Well, no.
Ah, she said. Someone that close to you. Who shares your life with you.
Uh, I said. A girlfriend or two. My cat.
A small smirk touched her mouth. Temporary mates and a cat. One cat.
Hes an awesome cat.
What you are telling me, she said, is that you have never shared your life with another over the long term. The closest you have come to it is providing a home and affection for a being which is entirely your subject and in your control.
Well, not at bath time . . .
The joke did not register on her. You have had nothing but firefly relationships, there and then gone. I have watched empires rise and fall and rise again beside Nicodemus. You call him my father, but there are no words for what we are. How can there be? Mortal words cannot possibly encompass something which mortals can never embrace and know. Centuries of faith, of cooperation, of trust, working and living and fighting side by side. Her mouth twisted into a sneer. You know nothing of commitment, wizard child. And so I cannot possibly explain to you why I do what I do.
And what is it that you think youre doing with him, exactly? I asked her.
We, she said, with perfect serenity, are fighting to save the world.
Which, if true, was about the creepiest thing Id run into that day.
From what? I asked.
She smiled, very faintly, and finally fell silent.
I didnt press. I didnt want to hear anything else from her anyway.
I withdrew and went down to the table with the others.
. . . dinner, Grey was saying. Assuming were all alive and filthy rich afterward, I mean.
I certainly can say no, Karrin replied, her tone light with banter. Youre a little creepy, Grey.
Goodman, Grey said. Say it with me. Goodman.
I was a cop for twenty years, Grey, Karrin said. I can recognize a fake name when I hear it.
I settled down next to Karrin and pulled the new revolver out of my pocket, put it on the conference table right where I could reach it and said to Grey, Hi.
Grey eyed me and then the gun. Then he said to Karrin, Does he make these kinds of calls for you?
Youll have to try a little harder with something a little less obvious than that, Karrinsaid. Honestly, Im sort of hoping he shoots you a little. Ive never seen a round from that beast hit somebody.
Grey settled back in his seat, eyeing me sourly. Bro, he said, youre totally cockblocking me.
In answer, I picked up the monster revolver. No, I said, and then I freaking cocked it, drawing the hammer back with my thumb. Rather than a mere click, it made a sinister ratcheting sound. Now Im cockblocking you.
The table got completely quiet and still. Anna Valmonts eyes were huge.
Touch, Grey said, nodding slightly. Well, there was no harm in my asking the lady, was there?
None to her, I agreed amiably. Murphy, should I shoot him anyway?
Karrin put a finger to her lips and tapped thoughtfully. Ive got to admit, Im curious as hell. But it seems a little unprofessional, as long as he backs off.
Hear that? I asked Grey.
You people are savages, Grey said. He shook his head, muttered something beneath his breath, and rose to stalk away from the table and settle down not far from the Genoskwawho did not object. The two exchanged a very slight nod, and began to speak in low voices in a language I did not recognize.
I lowered the hammer carefully and put the revolver down. The table was silent for another long moment, before Binder said in a jovial tone, as if he had never stopped speaking, So there I was in Belize with thirty monkeys, a panda, and a pygmy elephant . . .
He had begun to tell a story that everyone around the table thought was completely fabricated, while he insisted that every detail was absolutely true, when Nicodemus entered the factory through emergency doors on the floor level, letting in a blast of freezing mist and winter air. He had added a long coat to his ensemble, and he dropped it behind him as he strode forward across the floor. His shadow slid over the floor beside him, too large and never quite in sync with the rest of him.
Good evening, he said, as he took his seat at the head of the table. Ladies and gentlemen, please give me your attention. Wizard Dresden, if you would, please give us a brief primer on the nature of Ways and how they open.
I blinked as every eye on the table turned to me. Uh, I said. Ways are basically passages between the mortal world and some portion of the Neverneverthe spirit world. Any point in the mortal world will open a Way to somewhere, if you know how to do it. The Way opens to a place that shares something in common with the point of origin in the mortal world. Uh, for example, if you wanted to open a Way to Hell, youd have to find a hellish place in the mortal world and start from there. If you want to go to a peaceful place in the Nevernever, you start with a peaceful place here. Like that. Chicago is a great place for Waysits a crossroads, a big one. You can get just about anywhere from here.