"I heard you got called in by the S.I. director today," she told me. She leaned toward me, enough that a glance down would have afforded an interesting angle to the V of her white shirt. "I'd love to hear you tell me about this one, Harry." She quirked a smile at me that promised things.
I almost smiled back at her. "Sorry," I told her. "I have a standard nondisclosure agreement with the city."
"Something off the record, then?" she asked. "Rumor has it that these killings were pretty sensational."
"Can't help you, Susan," I told her. "Wild horses couldn't drag it out of me, et cetera."
"Just a hint," she pressed. "A word of comment. Something shared between two people who are very attracted to one another."
"Which two people would that be?"
She put an elbow on the counter and propped her chin in her hand, studying me through narrowed eyes and thick, long lashes. One of the things that appealed to me about her was that even though she used her charm and femininity relentlessly in pursuit of her stories, she had no concept of just how attractive she really was—I had seen that when I looked within her last year. "Harry Dresden," she said, "you are a thoroughly maddening man." Her eyes narrowed a bit further. "You didn't look down my blouse even once, did you," she accused.
I took a sip of my ale and beckoned Mac to pour her one as well. He did. "Guilty."
"Most men are off-balance by now," she complained. "What does it take with you, anyway, Dresden?"
"I am pure of heart and mind," I told her. "I cannot be corrupted."
She stared at me in frustration for a moment. Then she tilted back her head to laugh. She had a good laugh, too, throaty and rich. I did look down at her chest when she did that, just for a second. A pure heart and mind only takes you so far—sooner or later the hormones have their say, too. I mean, I'm not a teenager or anything, anymore, but I'm not exactly an expert in things like this, either. Call it an overwhelming interest in my professional career, but I've never had much time for dating or the fair sex in general. And when I have, it hasn't turned out too well.
Susan was a known quantity—she was attractive, bright, appealing, her motivations were clear and simple, and she was honest in pursuing them. She flirted with me because she wanted information as much as because she thought I was attractive. Sometimes she got it. Sometimes she didn't. This one was way too hot for Susan or the Arcane to touch, and if Murphy heard I'd tipped someone off about what had happened, she'd have my heart between two pieces of bread for lunch.
"I'll tell you what, Harry," she said. "How about if I ask some questions, and you just answer them with a yes or a no?"
"No," I said promptly. Dammit. I am a poor liar, and it didn't take a reporter with Susan's brains to tell it.
Her eyes glittered with cheerfully malicious ambition. "Was Tommy Tomm murdered by a paranormal being or means?"
"No," I said again, stubbornly.
"No he wasn't?" Susan asked, "Or no it wasn't a paranormal being."
I glanced at Mac as though to appeal for help. Mac ignored me. Mac doesn't take sides. Mac is wise.
"No, I'm not going to answer questions," I said.
"Do the police have any leads? Any suspects?"
"No."
"Are you a suspect yourself, Harry?"
Disturbing thought. "No," I said, exasperated. "Susan—"
"Would you mind having dinner with me Saturday night?"
"No! I—" I blinked at her. "What?"
She smiled at me, leaned over, and kissed me on the cheek. Her lips, that I'd admired so much, felt very, very nice. "Super," she said. "I'll pick you up at your place. Say around nine?"
"Did I just miss something?" I asked her.
She nodded, dark eyes sparkling with humor. "I'm going to take you to a fantastic dinner. Have you ever eaten at the Pump Room? At the Ambassador East?"
I shook my head.
"Steaks you wouldn't believe," she assured me. "And the most romantic atmosphere. Jackets and ties required. Can you manage?"
"Um. Yes?" I said, carefully. "This is the answer to the question of whether or not I'll go out with you, right?"
"No," Susan said, with a smile. "That was the answer I tricked out of you, so you're stuck, there. I just want to make sure you own something besides jeans and button-down Western shirts."
"Oh. Yes," I said.
"Super," she repeated, and kissed me on the cheek once more as she stood up and gathered her purse. "Saturday, then." She drew back and quirked her smirky little smile at me. It was a killer look, sultry and appealing. "I'll be there. With bells on."
She turned and walked out. I sort of turned to stare after her. My jaw slid off the bar as I did and landed on the floor.
Had I just agreed to a date? Or an interrogation session?
"Probably both," I muttered.
Mac slapped my steak sandwich and fries down in front of me. I put down some money, morosely, and he made change.
"She's going to do nothing but try to trick information out of me that I shouldn't be giving her, Mac," I said.
"Ungh," Mac agreed.
"Why did I say yes?"
Mac shrugged.
"She's pretty," I said. "Smart. Sexy."
"Ungh."
"Any red-blooded man would have done the same thing."
"Hngh," Mac snorted.
"Well. Maybe not you."
Mac smiled a bit, mollified.
"Still. It's going to make trouble for me. I must be crazy to go for someone like that." I picked up my sandwich, and sighed.
"Dumb," Mac said.
"I just said she was smart, Mac."
Mac's face flickered into that smile, and it made him look years younger, almost boyish. "Not her," he said. "You."
I ate my dinner. And had to admit that he was right.
This threw a wrench into my plans. My best idea for poking around the Sells lake house and getting information had to be carried out at night. And I already had tomorrow night slated for a talk with Bianca, since I had a feeling Murphy and Carmichael would fail to turn up any cooperation from the vampiress. That meant I would have to drive out to Lake Providence tonight, since Saturday night was now occupied by the date with Susan—or at least the pre-midnight portion was.
My mouth went dry when I considered that maybe the rest of the night might be occupied, too. One never knew. She had dizzied me and made me look like an idiot, and she was probably going to try every trick she knew to drag more information out of me for the Monday morning release of the Arcane. On the other hand, she was sexy, intelligent, and at least a little attracted to me. That indicated that more might happen than just talk and dinner. Didn't it?
The question was, did I really want that to happen?
I had been a miserable failure in relationships, ever since my first love went sour. I mean, a lot of teenage guys fail in their first relationships.
Not many of them murder the girl involved.
I shied away from that line of thought, lest it bring up too many old memories.
I left McAnally's, after Mac had handed me a doggy bag with a grunt of "Mister," by way of explanation. The chess game in the corner was still in progress, both players puffing up a sweet-smelling smog cloud from their pipes. I tried to figure out how to deal with Susan, while I walked out to my car. Did I need to clean up my apartment? Did I have all the ingredients for the spell I would cast at the lake house later tonight? Would Murphy go through the roof when I talked to Bianca?
I could still feel Susan's kiss lingering on my cheek as I got in the car.
I shook my head, bewildered. They say we wizards are subtle. But believe you me, we've got nothing, nothing at all, on women.