Hope bringer

"The Church is trying to get us information about local security at Chichén Itzá. Meet me at St. Mary of the Angels." I handed him the change scrounged from my pockets. "Tell them Harry Dresden said you were no Stevie D. We'll leave from there."
"You . . ." He shook his head a little. "You got the Church to help you?"
"Hell, man. I got a Knight of the Cross driving me around."
Sanya snorted.
Martin studied Sanya with eyes that were a little wide. "I . . . see." A certain energy seemed to enter him as he nodded, and I knew exactly what he was feeling - the positive upswing in his emotions, an electricity that came with the sudden understanding that not only was death not certain, but that victory might actually be possible.
Hope is a force of nature. Don't let anyone tell you different.
Martin nodded. "What about Susan?"
"I'll get her out," I said.
Martin ducked his head in another nod. Then he took a deep breath and said simply, "Thank you." He turned and shambled away drunkenly, clutching his coins.
"Seems a decent fellow," Sanya said. His nostrils flared a little. "Half-vampire, you say? Fellowship of St. Giles?"
"Yeah. Like Susan." I watched Martin vanish into Chicago's lunchtime foot traffic and said, "I'm not sure I trust him."
"I would say the feeling is mutual," Sanya said. "When a man lives a life like Martin's, he learns not to trust anyone."


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