Oh, I get it," I said. "You're Evil Harry, lurking inside Good Harry. Right? And you only come out at night?
Jim ButcherHeโs being held prisoner on a ceramic-lined cookie sheet in the oven,โ Thomas said. โI figured he couldnโt jigger his way out of a bunch of steel, and it would give him something to think about before we start asking questions.โ โThatโs an awful thing to do to one of the Little Folk, man,โ I said. โIโm planning to start making a pie in front of him.โ โNice.โ โThank you.
Jim ButcherI followed him through the halls of the enormous church until we got to the staff's kitchen. He went to the fridge, opened it, and came out with a bottle of bourbon. He poured some into a coffee cup, drank it down, and poured some more. He offered me the bottle. No, thanks. Aren't you supposed to drink vodka? Aren't you supposed to wear a pointy hat and ride on a flying broomstick? Touche, I said.
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