Turn Coat by Jim Butcher EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author: Jim Butcher
- Genre: Paranormal & Urban Fantasy
- Publish Date: March 2, 2010
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The summer sun was busy broiling the asphalt from Chicago’s streets, the
agony in my head had kept me horizontal for half a day, and some idiot was
pounding on my apartment door.
I answered it and Morgan, half his face covered in blood, gasped, “The
Wardens are coming. Hide me. Please.”
His eyes rolled back into his skull and he collapsed.
Up until that moment, I’d been laboring under the misapprehension that
the splitting pain in my skull would be the worst thing to happen to me today.
“Hell’s frickin’ bells!” I blurted at Morgan’s unconscious form. “You have
got to be kidding me!” I was really, really tempted to slam the door and leave
him lying there in a heap. He sure as hell deserved it.
I couldn’t just stand there doing nothing, though.
“You need to get your head examined,” I muttered to myself. Then I
deactivated my wards—the magical security system I’ve got laid over my
apartment—grabbed Morgan under the arms, and hauled him inside. He was
a big man, over six feet, with plenty of muscle—and he was completely limp.
I had a hard time moving him, even though I’m no junior petite myself.
I shut the door behind me and brought my wards back up. Then I waved a
hand at my apartment in general, focused my will, and muttered, “Flickum
bicus.” A dozen candles spaced around the room flickered to life as I
pronounced the simple spell, and I knelt beside the unconscious Morgan,
examining him for injuries.
He had half a dozen nasty cuts, oozing and ugly and probably painful, but
not life-threatening. The flesh on his ribs, beneath his left arm, was blistered
and burned, and his plain white shirt had been scorched away. He also had a
deep wound in one leg that was clumsily wrapped in what looked like a
kitchen apron. I didn’t dare unwrap the thing. It could start the bleeding
again, and my medical skills are nothing I’d want to bet a life on.
Even Morgan’s life.
He needed a doctor.
Unfortunately, if the Wardens of the White Council were pursuing him,
they probably knew he was wounded. They would, therefore, be watching
hospitals. If I took him to one of the local emergency rooms, the Council
would know about it within hours.
So I called a friend.
Waldo Butters studied Morgan’s injuries in silence for a few moments, while
I hovered. He was a wiry little guy, and his black hair stood up helter-skelter,
like the fur of a frightened cat. He wore green hospital scrubs and sneakers,
and his hands were swift and nimble. He had dark and very intelligent eyes
behind black wire-rimmed spectacles, and looked like he hadn’t slept in two
“I’m not a doctor,” Butters said.
We’d done this dance several times. “You are the Mighty Butters,” I said.
“You can do anything.”
“I’m a medical examiner. I cut up corpses.”
“If it helps, think of this as a preventative autopsy.”
Butters gave me an even look and said, “Can’t take him to the hospital,
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