Under a blood red sky

Karrin was righteously pissed off at him and Dresden both. He knew she'd be pissed at him when she found out the truth, but apparently Dresden hadn't told her the whole truth. Nice of him. Kincaid not only wanted to find out if that contract was still active, but if Dresden had set him up to be the fall guy when he got back. Next time he was getting this shit in writing, damn it!

He went back to Dresden's neighborhood. Everything seemed peaceful so maybe Karrin hadn't made it here yet. He'd have bet she would have gone straight here to take a pound of flesh out of the wizard, but maybe he wasn't giving her enough credit. Fine by him. That just meant he got first dibs.

He waited to see if Dresden would actually venture out, not really wanting to go into the lion's den. Dresden wouldn't give him an invitation, he was pretty sure of that, which meant he'd be vulnerable to that damn threshold. As soon as he saw the gangly wizard leave the house he paced him for about half a block then rushed ahead so he could be standing on the corner in plain view. He didn't say a word when Dresden saw him, just gave him that flat, cold expression that could mean anything. His hands were unarmed.