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Chapter Four

"Mister Dresden," said Marcone, smiling. "I understand you work for the PD from time to time."

"They throw the occasional tidbit my way," replied Harry, pointedly not making eye contact with Marcone, which Marcone was grateful for. He didn't want a soul gaze with this man. A wizard knowing all about him would be bad. "Hey, Hendricks. You should really wear your seat belt. Statistics say you're fifty or sixty percent safer."

Hendricks just growled at Harry, glaring at him in the rearview mirror. Harry beamed at him, aggravating the already angry man even more. Marcone just stared at the side of Harry's face as the wizard continued to give his best and biggest smile to Hendricks. Something was nagging at the back of Marcone's mind. And it aggravated Marcone that he couldn't put his finger on why. Was it because Harry was a wizard and Marcone had never been comfortable around wizards. Or any sort of magic in general. Magic made his skin crawl.

Marcone turned his attention back to the business aspect of everything and looked forward as he spoke, instead of next to him where Harry sat. "Mister Dresden, how much would it cost to retain your services?" Harry told him his standard fees and variables. Marcone listened patiently, all the while that nagging feeling growing and driving him nuts. "And how much would it cost to have you not investigate something?"

"You want to pay me not to investigate something?" Asked Harry, scrunching up his nose and tilting his head toward John, and something in the way he had done that brought back a memory to Marcone. It was short and fleeting and was gone before Marcone had a chance to register it, so he continued.

"Let's say I pay your standard fee. That comes out to fourteen hundred a day, right?"

"Twelve hundred, actually."

Marcone beamed at him. "An honest man is a rare treasure. Twelve hundred a day. Let's say I pay you for two weeks worth of work, Mister Dresden, and you take some time off. Go catch a few movies, get some extra sleep, that sort of thing."

"And you want me to do..?"

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." Marcone reached over next to him about to get something. "I have the money with me now. Cash."

"Oh, I don't know, John," interrupted Harry, causing Marcone to stop his search and turn to him, eyebrow raised. Something in the way Harry had said his name made Marcone sit up and pay attention, but he wasn't going to let Harry know that. "I'm kind of busy to be accepting any more accounts right now.

Marcone felt his smile faltering from both that uneasy feel spreading in his gut and because Harry was out right defying him. "If it's the money, I can double it," assured Marcone, eager to get Harry to accept his offer. This wizard made him feel uncomfortable and he didn't know why, only that he did not want him as an enemy. To hide his nervous jitters, Marcone steepled his hands in front of him as he talked, half turning toward Harry. "How does that sound?"

"It's not the money, John," Harry said, casually, and there was that fleeting memory again, but this time it stuck around for Marcone to decipher a bit from it.

Marcone remembered running through the dark and a light piercing through the dark as a wave of relief washed over him. Something was chasing him. Something big and ugly with spit dripping down its chin. A goblin! Marcone remembered now. And there was something else. Someone else. A man standing in the light. His savior. Whose name was…

"I just don't think it's going to work out," continued Harry, completely ignorant of Marcone's revelation in the seat next to him.

…Harry.

Harry lazily looked over at Marcone and Marcone realized then that there would only be one way to find out if this was his Harry or not. To Harry's surprise, Marcone locked eyes with him, his faded dollar bill green eyes, intense and searching.

Each saw each other in a different light. The soul gaze opened them both up to the other, laying all their fears, hopes, ambitions, anxieties, and whims out to the other. And then the moment Marcone was looking for, the moment of recognition as Harry, too, remembered that night.

"John?" Asked Harry and the feeling of uneasiness in the pit of Marcone's stomach changed into one of relief.

I've finally found you.

"It's been awhile Harry," Marcone smirked as he leaned back in his seat. They had reached Harry's office, but neither made a move to leave the car.

"Yeah, it has," Harry composed himself and looked Marcone over carefully. "And I see that you've become what every gangster punk who first puts on a leather jacket aspires to be."

From anyone else, Marcone would have reached his limits and would have had Hendricks take him into a dark alley somewhere and show him who the boss was, but not Harry.

No. Not Harry.

Marcone just smirked even more. "And I see you finally became a true wizard. Considering you could finally do a soul gaze." Harry just snorted and shifted in his seat. And suddenly, Marcone didn't want to let him leave. There was a nagging voice in the back of his head that said if he did he may never see him again like last time. He didn't know why that upset him so much. "How about lunch?" Harry gave Marcone a raised eyebrow. "To talk more about business," explained Marcone, quickly.

"Sorry, John," apologized Harry as he opened the car door and swung one leg out. "I have another appointment to attend to at the moment."

"Then another time perhaps?" Marcone, through years of practice, kept the desperation he was feeling out of his voice.

"Listen," said Harry, stepping completely out of the car and turning back to look at Marcone. "I don't think this business deal is going to go through. I-"

But Marcone cut him off before he could finish. "Then for old times sake," he stated. "There seems to be a lot between us left unsaid."

Marcone saw the nervous twitch Harry was trying to hide, but couldn't seem to hide it all the way. "Maybe," he finally muttered as he shut the car door. "I'm really busy right now."

"Alright," agreed Marcone with a nod of his head. "Another time then. And you can rest assured knowing I will be back to see you."

Harry nodded before stepping back from the car as Marcone's window rolled up and Hendricks drove them off. Hendricks spared a glance into the back seat at his boss, via the rearview mirror. But the other man seemed to be in deep thought and did not notice Hendricks' gaze.

"Hendricks," called Marcone, and Hendricks gazed once again in the back seat, this time catching the older man's gaze. "Make sure we have someone watching Mister Dresden at all times. I want to know where he goes, how often, when, and why. If he leaves Chicago I want someone on him immediately." Hendricks had returned his gaze to the road in front of him, but firmly nodded his head as he listened to Marcone. "Also, no one is to hurt Mister Dresden. Not my men or anyone else's. Understood?"

"Yes," grunted Hendricks. "Do you really think Dresden is that serious of a threat?"

"What?" Asked Marcone. He had drifted off into his own thoughts again and wasn't paying attention to Hendricks. "Oh. Well, you could say that. Yes."

Hendricks didn't like this. His boss was acting very strange and apparently the wizard and he had history together. But what kind? Hendricks would make sure to keep a hand on his pistol at all times around the wizard. No matter what his boss said.

"Hey Boss," said Hendricks. "You and the Wizard have history together? At the end there you spoke to him like an old friend."

Marcone smiled and relaxed in his seat. "Yes. I didn't recognize him at first, but there's no mistaking it now. That is the wizard who once saved me from a hungry goblin when I was a teenager."

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