Little Chicago vs Molly

I brought her up to speed, finishing with my failure to locate the girl's trail.
"So you're trying to find Molly?" Murphy asked. "With a spell?"
"Yeah," I said.
"I thought that was pretty routine for you," Murphy said. "I mean, I can think of four or five times at least you've done that."
I shook my head. "That's tracking down where something is. I'm looking for where Molly's been. It's a different bag of snakes."
"Why?" Murphy asked. "Why not go straight to her?"
"Because the fetches have taken her back home with them," I said. "She's in the Nevernever. I can't zero in on her there. The best I can do is to try to find where they crossed over, follow them across, and use a regular tracking spell once I'm through."
"Oh." She frowned and walked over to me. "And for that you need her hair?"
"Yeah," I said. "Which we don't have. So we're stuck."
She chewed on her lip. "Couldn't you use something else?"
"Nail clippings," I said. "Or blood, if it was fresh enough."
"Uh-huh," Murphy said. She nodded at Charity. "What about her blood?"
"What?" I said.
"She's the girl's mother," Murphy said. "Blood of her blood. Wouldn't that work?"
"No," I said.
"Oh," Murphy said. "Why not?"
"Because..." I frowned. "Uh..." I looked up at Charity for a moment. Actually, there was a magical connection between parents and children. A strong one. My mother had worked a spell linked to Thomas and me that would confirm to us that we were brothers. The connection had been established, even though she had been the only common parent between us. The blood connection was the deepest known to magic. "It might work," I said quietly. I thought about it some more and breathed, "Stars and stones, not just work. Actually, for this spell, it might work better."
Charity said nothing, but her eyes glowed with that steady, unmovable strength. I thought to myself, That's what faith looks like.
I nodded my head to her in a bow of acknowledgment.
Then I turned to Murphy and gave her a jubilant kiss on the mouth.
Murphy blinked in total surprise.
"Yes!" I whooped, laughing. "Murphy, you rock! Go team Dresden!"
"Hey, I'm the one who rocks," she said. "Go team Murphy."
Thomas snorted. Even Charity had a small smile, though her eyes were closed and her head was bowed again, murmuring thanks, presumably to the Almighty.
Murphy had asked the exact question I'd needed to hear to tip me off to the answer. Help from above? I was not above taking help from on high, and given whose child was in danger it was entirely possible that divine intervention was precisely what had happened. I touched the brim of my mental hat and nodded my gratitude vaguely heavenward, and then turned to hurry back to the lab. "Charity, I presume you're willing to donate for the cause?"
"Of course," she said.
"Then we're in business. Get ready to move, people. This will only take me a minute."
I stopped and put a hand on Charity's shoulder. "And then we're going to get your daughter back."
"Yes," she murmured, looking up at me with fire in her eyes. "Yes, we are."
This time, the spell worked. I should have known where the fetches had found the swiftest passage from their realm to Chicago. It was one of those things that, in retrospect, was obvious.
Charity's minivan pulled into the little parking lot behind Clark Pell's rundown old movie theater. It was out of view of the street. The sun had risen on our way there, though heavy cloud cover and grumbling thunder promised unusually bad weather for so early in the day. That shouldn't have surprised me either. When the Queens of Faerie were moving around backstage, the weather quite often seemed to reflect their presence.
Murphy pulled her car in right behind the minivan and parked beside it.


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