"I think I'd like a nuke."
I choked on my Coke. "What?"
"A nuke," Harry said calmly, "You know. A nuclear bomb."
"I know that," I spluttered, wiping my mouth. "Why do you want a nuke, exactly?" It took a lot to scare me, but the thought of my brother near a nuclear device was something I did not want to contemplate.
"Might take care of the whole Mab problem," he said wistfully.
"And it might blow Chicago off the map."
He sighed. "Yeah. Guess it wouldnt've worked anyway."
I put away the Coke. I needed something stronger.