"Mr. Northman, his pressence is an issue." Mr. Rothschild stared a hole in Harry. Whatever formality was in his voice was gone. "History I'm sure you know."
"I do." Eric sighed. "But I was attacked last night on my way to my meeting with the Red Court representatives. If it wasn't for Mr. Dresden, you would have another dead sheriff on your hands."
With his mouth hanging open, Sonny looked from Eric to Harry and back again. "I - I don't understand. Are you accusing me of killing Ludwing! Rumor has it that one of his - " he pointed at Harry - "kind did it."