Protects Butters

"Oh, thank God," Butters said. He squirmed out of the closet after Mouse. "Harry. Are you all right?"
"Been worse," I told him. "Are you okay? What happened?"
"Um," Butters said, "I saw you out there. And then... there was something inside that ring of barbed wire. And I was... I couldn't see it very well, but then the wind kicked up and I thought I saw something moving outside and... I yelled and sort of panicked." His face flushed. "Sorry. I was just... much shorter than that thing. I panicked."
He'd rabbited. All in all, probably not a stupid reaction to the presence of an angry lord of Faerie. "Don't worry about it," I said. "Mouse stayed with you?"
"Yeah," Butters said. "I guess so. He started to try to get outside when that thing in the circle screamed. I was holding him back. I didn't realize I still had his collar when I, uh..."
Butters's face turned greenish and he said, "Excuse me." Then he sprinted for the bathroom.
I heard him throwing up inside and frowned down at Mouse.
"You know what?" I told the dog. "I don't care if Butters had been chock-full of gamma radiation and had green skin and purple pants. There's no way he could haul you into a closet with him."
Mouse looked up at me and tilted his head to one side, doggy expression enigmatic.
"But that would mean that it was the other way around. That you were the one hauling Butters to a hiding place."
Mouse's jaw dropped open into a grin.
"But that would mean that you knew you couldn't handle Kumori, and that she was dangerous to Butters. And you knew that I wanted you to protect him. And that instead of fighting or running away, you formulated a plan to hide him." I frowned. "And dogs aren't supposed to be that smart."
Mouse snorted out a little sneeze, shook his fuzzy head, and then flopped over onto his back, eyes begging me to scratch his tummy.
"What the hell," I said, and started scratching. "Looks to me like you earned it."


Dead Beat Chapter 34, Page 304-305