Harry called and opened with, "Hey, Murph, I need a favor."
"What kind, exactly?" I asked.
He coughed slightly. "Uh-if you could ignore calls to my address…"
I sighed. "What'd you do, Dresden?"
"Um. A small potion mishap…anyway, at least we now know White Court vampires are kinda susceptible to hallucinatory venoms."
I choked. "You drugged your brother?"
"No! I-gah! Long story!" he pleaded, "Later; just please ignore any calls!"
"Fine, but you better explain this."
"Oh, I will," he said glumly, "And I'll pay for it, too. For months."
"You bet, mister," I said, and hung up.