t, right where you left it," she said in a very slightly aggrieved tone.
"Be a dear and burn down the building," I said.
She appeared beside my desk, looking bruised, exhausted, and functional. She lifted both eyebrows. "Was that a joke?"
"Apparently," I said. "Doubtless the result of triumph and adrenaline."
"My word," she said. She looked startled.
"Get moving," I told her. "Make the fire look accidental. I need to contact the young lady's patron so that she can be delivered safely back into her hands. Call Dr. Schulman as well. Tell him that Mr. Hendricks and I will be visiting him shortly." I pursed my lips. "And steak, I think. I could use a good steak. The Pump Room should do for the three of us, eh? Ask them to stay open an extra half an hour."
Gard showed me her teeth in a flash. "Well," she said, "it's no mead hall. But it will do."
I put my house in order. In the end, it took less than half an hour. The troubleshooters made sure the fomorian creatures were dragged inside, then vanished. Mag's body had been bagged and transferred, to be returned to his watery kin, along with approximately a quarter of a million dollars in bullion, the price required in the Accords for the weregild of a person of Mag's stature.
Justine was ready to meet a car that was coming to pick her up, and Hendricks was already on the way to Schulman's attentions. He'd seemed fine by the time he left, growling at Gard as she fussed over him.
I looked around the office and nodded. "We know the defense plan has some merit," I said. I hefted the dragoon pistol. "I'll need more of those bullets."
"I was unconscious for three weeks after scribing the rune for that one," Gard replied. "To say nothing of the fact that the bullets themselves are rare. That one killed a man named Nelson at Trafalgar."
"How do you know?"
"I took it out of him," she said. "Men of his caliber are few and far between. I'll see what I can do." She glanced at Justine. "Sir?"
"Not just yet," I said. "I will speak with her alone for a moment, please."
She nodded, giving Justine a look that was equal parts curiosity and warning. Then she departed.
I got up and walked over to the girl. She was holding the child against her again. The little girl had dropped into an exhausted sleep.
"So," I said quietly. "Lara Raith sent you to Mag's people. He happened to abduct you. You happened to escape from him--despite the fact that he seemed to be holding other prisoners perfectly adequately--and you left carrying the child. And, upon emerging from Lake Michigan, you happened to be nearby, so you came straight here."
"Yes," Justine said quietly.
"Coincidences, coincidences," I said. "Put the child down."
Her eyes widened in alarm.
I stared at her until she obeyed.
My right arm was splinted and in a sling. With my left hand, I reached out and flipped open her suit jacket, over her left hip, where she'd been clutching the child all evening.
There was an envelope in a plastic bag protruding from the jacket's interior pocket. I took it.
She made a small sound of protest and aborted it partway.
I opened the bag and the envelope and scanned over the paper inside.
"These are account numbers," I said quietly. "Security passwords. Stolen from Mag's home, I suppose?"
She looked up at me with very wide eyes.
"Dear child," I said, "I am a criminal. One very good way to cover up one crime is to commit another, more obvious one." I glanced down at the sleeping child again. "Using a child to cover your part of the scheme. Quite cold-blooded, Justine."
"I freed all of Mag's prisoners to cover up the theft of his records at my lady's bidding," she said quietly. "The child was . . . not part of the plan."
"Children frequently aren't," I said.